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				Title: <strong>Welcome To Hellworld (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>jetblackmirror</strong> on <strong>25-11-2012, 06:02:20</strong>
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				The past sixteen years had been less than kind, to say the least. Demons and other magical beings had enjoyed themselves to a point, some even going as far to drive their food source to near the brink of extinction. Many tried to set up refuge, trying to find ways to protect themselves from the evils that lay outside their doors. Many sought for refuge at the enclave, a safe-haven created by Tara Macklay and her coven of witches, protected by a magic barrier. The enclave is mostly human, though there are some exceptions. Cortez, a six-hundred old vampire along with some of his fellow vampires reside there as some sort of security. Many people are still unsure about the vampires however, and they realistically have good reason. But as long as the food is steady, the vampires remain... peaceful. <br><br>While demons have enjoyed their time in the perpetual shit hole Glorificus managed to create before running back to her hell dimension, many a human and demon alike are coming together to try and figure out a way to restore the world to how it formally was - or, at least make a significant improvement. A small group of "people" are headed to the enclave to discuss the matter; and, hopefully, setting aside some differences. In this world that has been very much a "every man for himself" situation, many enemies have been formed. This group hates that group, they fear them. Many humans, expect for the few groups who have managed to make their own small communities, are nothing more than cattle; used for food, and to breed more food. The men (and women) or fort homestead remain the largest non-captured human base. The Helka, though human, have changed enough, bonding with their hellcats enough to where many may see them as something more supernatural. Many humans lives in redemption, as well as many are rangers. But that's only a small percentage in comparison to those who are captive. At Mercury Lake, no one is human. Every man, woman and child is a werewolf, all of which vary in different breeds. The fae reside in the magic kingdom - literally. The fae may be one of the more humane groups. At least they won't out right kill you.<br><br>Amongst the various groups coming together to try and restore order, there had been talk buzzing about the possibility of another slayer; a new age, that would bring a calm to the world that had been taken over and all but destroyed by evil. While it was only speculation and rumors, for many it did bring a sense of hope - and for other who liked how things were, a sense of fear. It could be completely untrue, and just wishful thinking. But a slayer sure as hell couldn't hurt.<br><br>---<br><br><div class="floatleft">(http://oi49.tinypic.com/dpwt95.jpg)<br><strong>Name:</strong> Rae<br><strong>Species:</strong> Vampire<br><strong>Location:</strong> Redemption<br><strong>Tagged</strong> No one, yet.</div>The red headed vampire stepped in front of one of their new recruits. He was a cute kid, and a baby vampire. His hands were locked behind his back, shaking visibly with a hunger Rae understood well. She gave him a sweet smiled.<br><br>"There are going to be people arriving shortly," She told him, in a firm, sweet voice, "Your job is to ask who they are, and direct them where to go. Many of them will be human." She watched as he swallowed at the word "human".<br><br>She narrowed her eyes some, her gaze suddenly turning pointed, "We do not eat them. Don't even look them in the eyes if you have to. If I hear one thing about you even giving them hungry eyes, I will torture you slowly, then let Cortez finish you off." His eyes widened, looking over at her. Her face softened again, smiling widely. "Got it?"<br><br>He nodded fast, "Y-Yes mam."<br><br>She smiled and patted the top of her head. "Good." She brushed past him, the black pencil dress she was wearing hugging to every curve of her body, her blood red heels clicking on the hard ground with every step. She entered a large room, where a long table had been set up where many of the enclave where all ready gathered and talking amongst themselves. "Orders are given. Now we wait." She said as she sat down at the table, crossing her legs.<br><br>---<br><br><div class="floatright">(http://l2.yimg.com/bt/api/res/1.2/oXstYeoroZhvZwKVPoXPAA--/YXBwaWQ9eW5ld3M7cT04NTt3PTMwMA--/http://media.zenfs.com/en-US/blogs/movietalk/lynncollins_300.jpg)<br><strong>Name:</strong> Anyala<br><strong>Species:</strong> Helka<br><strong>Location:</strong> Redemption<br><strong>Tagged</strong> No one, yet.</div> They had been traveling for nearly a week. They were all sore and tired, and Anyala knew that the rest would be making the trip back without her, and that deeply concerned her. Why her mother had insisted with sending her with her own caravan she didn't understand. Well, she knew her mother wanted to keep her safe, but it was nothing she and Shred couldn't handle on her own. She had refused to sit in the caravan, though. Who has she to ride while everyone else walked? Despite the looks Shred gave her when she was tired, she still kept on foot. <br><br>Her dark hair was braided, reaching to the very top of her chain pants. Her skin was dark and tanned from years of being in the sun, yet her face still showed her youth. She stopped when redemption came into sight, the caravan coming to a halt. She turned to the women she had came with, who would follow her to the very end of things without complaint or hesitation; her family. <br><br>"This is where I leave you. You must head back now."<br><br>"But, Princ-"<br><br>"No." She said, looking over at the woman who had spoken. "I have risked your lives thus far and I will not have your blood on my hands. My mother and the others need you more than I do."<br><br>They all simply nodded, bowing their heads slightly to her. Without so much as another word, Anyala watched as the hellcats turned the caravan, staying there until it was well out of her sight. It was then the sadness and the worry gripped her heart, warm tears forming in her eyes. Shred give her hip a loving head bump, looking at her with sad eyes. She took in a deep breath, swallowing the lump in her throat. She brushed her fingers over the top of Shred's head, then let her face turn back to stone. She turned and walked the rest of the way to the gate, where the squirrely vampire boy stood.<br><br>"N-name?" He asked.<br><br>"Anyala of the Helka tribe."<br><br>He nodded and quickly stammered out where she was to go. She simply raised an eyebrow at him before she past, shaking her head some. Shred let out a low growl as he past, which made her smirk slightly. As she entered the room, all of the faces turned to look at her, candles flickering.<br><br>Rae stood at when the new arrival walked in, putting a pleasant smile on her face. "Princess Anyala?"<br><br>Anyala nodded, "You may call me Anyala."<br><br>"Oh. Ok." Rae's eyes moved to Shred, her eyes furrowing some. "Your cat's... cute."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Welcome To Hellworld (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheRaven</strong> on <strong>25-11-2012, 16:41:17</strong>
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				Another figure approached the vampire at the gates. At a distance, he could have appeared human. Up close, however, his paleness gave him away. Something had drained the body of some of its blood, blood the body had never gotten around to resynthesizing once it was dead. Fortunately, it appeared the body had been infested before any sort of real decay had set in. The revenant stepped up to the vampire, and looked him up and down.<br><br>"You haven't been in the vampire business long, have you?" he asked the guard, with a wry smile on his face. "I mean, for one, you're still carrying yourself like a human. That would've helped you about sixteen years ago, but it might be a death sentence out here if someone mistakes you for one and grabs you. Come on, let's see that game face."<br><br>Amilcar was, of course, just playing with the vampire. He doubted anyone would have the balls to snatch one human from gate guard duty under the noses of the Enclave's infamous vampire security force; he just wanted to shake up the new supernatural creature a little bit, and maybe scare a few of the other visitors to the city for their little sit-down.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Welcome To Hellworld (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vael the Destroyer</strong> on <strong>25-11-2012, 19:40:10</strong>
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				(http://i275.photobucket.com/albums/jj307/tylercook777/Trevor.png) Trevor Wright had been sitting most of the day. He had been woken up early by Tara then taken into the large room that the meeting was being held in. Thankfully he didn't have to talk to anyone unless he was spoken to. Nobody but Tara had talked to him all day and the only time she talked to him was to ask him if he was okay. He would simply say 'yeah' then go back to being bored out of his mind, occasionally running a hand through his short blond hair as more would show up, checking in with the vampires on the outside first, then Rae or Cortez once they got into the inner chamber. Trevor wasn't really fond of the vampires, but they did make a good army when it came down to it. At least they didn't go crazy and try to eat everyone. <br><br>"You feel it, don't you?" Trevor turn to look at Tara while he spoke. A shift in energy rippled through the air and it upset his mood a little. He didn't know what it was, but whatever it was he didn't like it. Tara simply nodded her head and went back to looking forward, watching as Princess Anyala came through the doors with her hellcat right behind her. <br><br><div align="center">*****</div><br>(http://i275.photobucket.com/albums/jj307/tylercook777/ash-stymest-and-smoking-gallery.jpg) Kerian had been walking for longer than he could remember. Fenrir demanded that they keep going until they found Redemption. To not stop and if they did only for a little while. Lucas didn't seem to mind, but he wasn't one to show if he was uncomfortable. Marcus and Cyrus never really stopped complaining about being tired, but they were the least physical out of the bunch. Being the Eagle of the group Keiran fell in the middle. Even though his feet were tired, he still wasn't going to stop. He knew better than to question Fenrir's demands. Being the pack leader was his by birthright as was the Wolf spirit, so Kieran respected him as did Lucas. Marcus and Cyrus were still not up to speed. <br><br>"Can't we just stop for an hour or so?" Cyrus whined. This provoked a growl from Fenrir's lips, then his expression softened when he looked at Keiran. <br><br>"Fine. But only for an hour. We rest, we eat, we drink some water then we are back on the road, got it?" They all nodded. When the others found a suitable spot in the wasteland to camp out for an hour, Fenrir came up to Keiran, his deep brown eyes searching for Keiran's soft blue ones. The Eagle tried to never look at the Wolf, but it was hard when the Wolf was six foot three and by far the most handsome out of the group. "You okay, kiddo?" Keiran nodded, finally looking up and catching Fen's gaze. <br><br>"I'm okay, just a little tired." Keiran admitted, a smirk pulling at the right side of his lips. <br><br>"Well, we are almost there. Use your vision kiddo, I bet you can see Redemption from here." Fenrir was right. Keiran could see Redemption from where they were. Once they were done eating, drinking, and regaining their strength they would be there before the sun went down. "Let's go see what they are doing." A strong hand on his shoulder made his stomach flutter. The others probably knew about the thing between Fen and Keiran, but they still didn't tell them. Some things were better left unsaid. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Welcome To Hellworld (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Caela</strong> on <strong>25-11-2012, 19:59:48</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i980.photobucket.com/albums/ae282/caela_ecub/Blondes/ts1-1.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Abigail "Abby" Holden<br><strong>Species:</strong> Human/Slayer<br><strong>Location:</strong> Entering Redemption, splitting from her group<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Open<br><br><hr><br>Abby sighed when they actually saw the gates of Redemption at last! <br><br>It had been a long journey with her Father and his men...especially with his men eyeing her like she was the last piece of candy in a candy shoppe the whole way. They knew she was off limits, she was only 16, they couldn't touch her until her next birthday when she would be taken to live at the Brothel, but that didn't stop the speculation she could see in their eyes. She'd made sure her tool kit was always near and if one of them had gotten too handsy, he might have gotten a wrench across his face. They all kept to themselves however, especially after her Father had scowled and put a hand on his gun the first night out. <br><br>Everyone in Homestead knew he was a crack shot, no one was going to cross him as long as he was armed...and he made sure he stayed armed. That might have kept the jackles at bay, for now, but Abby had no doubt that if they cornered her alone, something bad would happen. She made sure she was never far from her Father. <br><br>When the messenger had arrived with news of a Council being called by the Enclave of Witches at Redemption, she had seen her chance for escape from Homestead. She'd tried before and had always been caught, though the last time she'd nearly made it to the edge of the territory their men patrolled. If she'd managed to cross they might have given her up for dead, but she'd been caught and returned to her Father...and been on house arrest since. This had given her plenty more time to work her way through the extensive library he had managed to save, reading books on military strategy, battle strategy, the difference between strategy and tactics...and how it all went to hell once battle was actually joined. <br><br>She'd expected an argument when she'd told her Father she wanted to go with him to the meeting and had had all kinds of arguments prepared but he'd surprised her. He'd said yes with no argument needed and had reached out to gently stroke the soft curls of her hair just once before leaving the room. She'd thought she'd seen tears glittering in his eyes when he said it, which had confused her, until she realized that he too saw this as a chance for her to escape the fate that would fall on her if she stayed in Homestead. They hadn't talked about it, but she was aware that her Father loved her and hadn't wanted to give her up to the Brothel...now he wouldn't have to. She'd seek Sanctuary from the Witches...and never see her Father again.<br><br>Having seen the way the other men watched her while they'd traveled though, she'd also realized that she was going to have to do something while in Redemption to give them a reason <em>not</em> to kill her Father the minute they left. Seeing the way he watched them as well, she knew he'd accepted that her freedom might be bought with his life, which only made her all the more determined to ensure he didn't have to pay that price.<br><br>And through all the plotting and scheming had been the Dreams. She kept dreaming she was someone else, someone faster, stronger, a warrior of some sort...someone dangerous. She had a hard time remembering all of the dreams when she woke, but she'd wake and find her body twitching slightly, hands clenching into fists and it would feel as if she had been through some sort of rigorous training despite having been asleep. She was also finding she, suddenly, had to take more care when fixing things. She'd turn the wrench and end up breaking the nut she was trying to tighten! Mostly she was just trying to ignore the dreams and the sudden increase in strength, she had enough to worry about without adding all that in as well. There would be time enough to worry about the dreams and strength <em>after</em> she dealt with her escape from Homestead.<br><br>And now that time was nearly here! She could see the gates, and hear the men with them drawing into tighter formation, as if somehow afraid of the people of Redemption. Looking to her Father, she drew closer to him while he paused to let his men go through the gates first. The dour look on his face making it clear that he was ensuring that no one came at their backs because he didn't trust the people of Redemption. None of the men under his command would question that distrust, or his watching their backs. On maneuvers at Homestead, he often too the back watch, where the most dangerous of predators often attacked, and had saved more than one of the lives traveling with him.<br><br>She'd been raised with their hatred of all things not human, but she somehow couldn't share it. After all, Homestead wasn't exactly a prize if you were female but here, at least, women had a voice and weren't kept as slaves. There had been times growing up that it had been all she could do to bite her tongue and <em>not</em> point out to the men of Homestead that they were just as vile in their treatment of the women as the demons they fought against were. She had been smart enough to know that even being the General's daughter wouldn't have saved her hide if she'd voiced that opinion.<br><br>Seeing the woman at the gate sent a shudder running down Abby's spine. There was nothing about her to mark her as anything but a <em>very</em> attractive woman, but something inside Abby screamed <em>predator!</em> Unconsciously, she felt her hand reaching for the stake she'd been dreaming about so frequently of late and then pushing down the sudden urge to cause this woman harm. The red head hadn't even done anything! Abby didn't understand why she had such a visceral reaction to the vampire (she didn't even know she <em>was</em> a vampire) and was worried that such reactions might keep her from staying in the one place she had hoped could be her Sanctuary.<br><br>While the men were distracted with holding formation before them, and going through the gates, Abby stepped sideways. She kept her movements gradual, sidestepping just a bit further away from her Father each time she moved forward until they reached a building that she could simply slide around. None of the men of Homestead were paying her any attention now, they expected her Father to keep her in line and were caught up in their own worries about the "freaks"&nbsp; and pulling their formation even tighter to ensure that the freaks of redemption didn't catch them unawares. <br><br>It never occurred to them that Abby might find the "freaks" less frightening, less threatening, than the men she'd grown up with. Or that she might seek to escape them.<br><br>Pausing she waited for the men to continue on their way, letting them go forward, and out of sight,&nbsp; to be shown where they would be staying for the duration of their visit and suddenly realizing the largest hole in this part of her plan. She wanted to seek Sanctuary from the Enclave...but she had no idea where they met! Drawing a deep breath she looked around and simply chose a direction that seemed to head more toward the center of the town figuring that it made the most sense for the Enclave to be near there. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Welcome To Hellworld (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>jetblackmirror</strong> on <strong>25-11-2012, 23:40:11</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://oi49.tinypic.com/dpwt95.jpg)<br><strong>Name:</strong> Rae<br><strong>Species:</strong> Vampire<br><strong>Location:</strong> Redemption<br><strong>Tagged</strong> Amilcar, Abby.</div>As the new arrivals made themselves comfortable, Rae excused herself to go check on the vampire she'd left at the gate. Good timing too, as the mass of men had just reached the gate. Inwardly she was disappointed that they weren't better looking... although that Revenant wasn't bad looking; he obviously hadn't come with the fort homestead group. <br><br>She nodded in greeting, "Excuse this one... he's new." She said as she placed a hand on the young vampires shoulder and he seemed to flinched.<br><br>"Just this way inside, gentlemen and to your left." She told them, her voice like velvet. Her eyes moved and fell on the girl who had slowly inched her way from the crowd. There was something off about her, just as the girl had sensed something off about herself. As the men passed she moved towards the girl, following behind her. One of the men paused to watch, who happened to be Abby's father; Rae had no clue of this.<br><br>"Not joining the rest of your group?" She asked softly, not wanting to scare the girl. Though, admittedly, she did look like she tasted good.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Welcome To Hellworld (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Caela</strong> on <strong>26-11-2012, 00:27:11</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i980.photobucket.com/albums/ae282/caela_ecub/Blondes/ts1-1.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Abigail "Abby" Holden<br><strong>Species:</strong> Human/Slayer<br><strong>Location:</strong> Redemption<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Rae<br><br><hr><br><em>"Not joining the rest of your group?"</em><br><br>Startled by the voice behind her, Abby spun quickly and, without realizing it, was about to lift her leg in some sort of kick when she realized she was seeing the red haired woman from the gate. Glancing around to make sure the men from Homestead were gone - off getting as comfortable as they could in whatever quarters had been provided, it would take them awhile to realize she was gone - and hadn't heard the woman she finally let her gaze settle on the red head...and once more felt the odd urge to hurt her. Why she kept reaching for a stake when she'd never even seen one, she had no idea, but she found the reaction unsettling to say the least.<br><br>Finally she gave a shake of her head and answered honestly, "No. I'm looking for the Enclave. I wish to seek Sanctuary from Homestead."<br><br>Saying it out loud, really saying for the first time, it suddenly felt more read to her than it had in any stage of the planning she had done, or even when she'd slipped away from her Father just beyond the gates. She had no intention of returning to Homestead...ever. If they wouldn't give her Sanctuary here then she'd find a way outside <em>their</em> gates and let the demons that roamed the land kill her, but she wouldn't become some whore to any man that could cut of a demon's head!<br><br>Without realizing it, her voice hardened, her eyes narrowed and her body tensed as if ready to fight, but there was no indication that it was Rae she wanted to fight, instead her eyes tracked the direction the men from Homestead had gone and the look on her face said she'd like to stake them more than Rae. Her words confirmed the look as she hissed, "I <em>won't</em> be another one of their whores. I'll die first."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Welcome To Hellworld (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheRedFear</strong> on <strong>26-11-2012, 01:49:40</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://i1099.photobucket.com/albums/g393/theredfear/MaleCharPics/tumblr_lu81g5GGTv1qlvy8no2_500.png)<br><strong>Name:</strong> River<br><strong>Summary:</strong>&nbsp; Taking in the new arrivals<br><strong>Location:</strong> Redemption - The Gates<br><strong>Tagged</strong> Nobody yet.</div><br>River stood up top in a guard tower. He wasn't really expecting trouble from any of the arriving convoys, but he preferred the strategic vantage point it afforded him. His Crossbow rested lazily in his arm's nook, though he could bring it to bare quickly if he had to. And if he had to, he could jump down and be on the ground in the blink of an eye. The thirty foot drop was child's play for him ever since the...change. But more importantly, he could see far out into the wastes from up here. As far as if he had binoculars. His vision and other senses had increased as much as his strength and speed. <br><br>He had mostly been watching Rae, until he spotted the first sign in the distance of the coming Helka. Like most men of Redemption, he lusted for her from afar. And like most he was smart enough to make sure he only did it from afar. She was dangerous, afterall. All the vampires were, and he didn't trust them anymore than the next Ranger. The alliance held because it was mutually beneficial. But a predator can only deny it's instincts for so long. That's what he figured anyway. Sooner or later the Vamps would cross a line and have to be dealt with. That was a moment he always looked to with apprehension when he was 'normal'. Now...now he had all sorts of brand new feelings to contend with. But lusting from afar was one that hadn't changed. Much...<br><br>The Helka's arrival on the distant horizon brought his attention back to the task at hand though. He scoped his vision in closer. Their arrival may have brought his focus back to the task at hand, but it did nothing to end the lusting from afar. Damn. Those were some fine and impressive women. He was a bit surprised to see their leader dismiss the rest of the caravan. Most convoys were made up of a mix of warriors, diplomats,servants, and spies. The major convoys anyway. And the Helka definitely represented a significant power in the region. He was surprised to see them content with just a single representative. Unless the others were just going to camp nearby...perhaps not wanting to be caught inside the town if negotiations soured, or somebody was plotting something. That made a bit more sense...it was also a bit paranoid, but paranoia was a good thing in this world. He'd make a note to the other rangers to track the movements of the Helka Escort Expedition, at least until they knew for sure what their intentions were. He did not really expect anything nefarious from them, but once again...paranoia is a good thing nowadays. <br><br>Then the Homestead Patrol showed up and he clenched his muscles in preperation. Of all the major powers in the region, none were more adversarial than Helka and Homestead. Perhaps THAT'S why the Helka representative dismissed her entourage. She knew Homestead wasn't far behind them, and did not want to risk a major altercation right at the gates. The Helka captured and enslaved men. Homestead captured and enslaved women. Meetings between the two forces rarely ended well. River was sure they'd all honor the flag of truce that brought them here today, but when you have a room full of dynamite, all it takes is one spark...<br><br>He glanced off into the distance and noted a smaller group. That meant they were either from Mercury Lake...the werewolves could afford to travel in smaller numbers, though he expected them to show up in force as a political statement...or perhaps a band of refugees seeking shelter. They did not appear to be trying to hide their movements, so he did not think they were up to anything nefarious. Maybe they were coming as representatives of another Holdout. None he was aware of though. There were others out there of course. But none with the real numbers and resources needed to be considered a significant power in the region, besides the Helka, Homestead, Mercury Lake, the Magic Kingdom, and Redemption. <br><br>He eye'd the unusually pale man that was harassing Mitchel...the new Vamp. River glared breifly at Mitchel. The prick had murdered a ranger for eyeballing his woman. Except the Ranger in question...Jason...was as gay as the sun is bright. Mitchel was too dumb to notice. He thought Jason was trying to take his woman and bashed his brains in from behind as Jason was heading back to the barracks from the bar. <br><br>Just before his execution was about to be carried out Mitchel invoked his "Get-Out-Of-Death Free" Card and requested to be turned over to Cortez. At the time River was actually pleased. Cortez had a full roster, and didn't need any new blood. River figured Mitchel was going to get a far more excruciating death than the Rangers would have given him. He was less than pleased to see Mitchel walking around with a Barrier Brand a couple of days later. He suspected Cortez turned him just to rub salt into the still-fresh wound the Rangers were carrying around about Jason's senseless murder. Cortez was kind of a dick that way sometimes. <br><br>He shifted his focus to the pale man. From up here, he couldn't get a clean scent off the guy. But he looked even more pale than the palest vamp River had ever seen. He wasn't sure who the guy was or who he represented. From the pale jokester, River's gaze followed Rae to...oh. Wow. A girl. From Homestead no less. River heard stories about Homestead and how they treated their women. Female Rangers always steered clear of known Homestead patrol routes, for much the same reason male Rangers avoided Helka patrol routes. Well, the smart ones anyway. Though more than a few joked that they wouldn't mind being a Helka 'guest' for a few weeks. Looking at their 'princess' below, he suddenly understood why. <br><br>He wasn't sure how much truth was in those stories about what Homestead did to their women, but what he did know was that up until right now he'd never seen a woman from Homstead. She looked like she was maybe his age. More or less. Why would they include a girl in an expedition like this, he wondered. She didn't seem like a fighter. Well, not until that last exchange of words with Rae. Something seemed to come over her that made him rethink his first thought. <br><br>The beautiful blonde from Homestead. The seductive redhead from Redemption. The sexy brunette from the Helka. River mused breifly that there was a damn good bawdy joke somewhere in there. As much as he'd like to just keep taking in the view they offered though, he was on duty right now. He turned his attention back to the outlying group in the distance. One of them was...if River didn't know any better he'd swear the guy was looking him right in the eyes from half a mile out. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Welcome To Hellworld (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheRaven</strong> on <strong>26-11-2012, 03:51:59</strong>
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				The vampire wasn't impressed with Amilcar's antics. "Oh, fine. I shall laugh myself to death at this puppy-headed monster," the revenant said, brushing past the guard.<br><br>"Hey!" he said to get the man's attention. "You have to tell me your name, and where you're from!"<br><br>Amilcar pretended to think for a moment. "Well, I'm Amilcar de Soto. I'm from the Magic Kingdom, but I'm here as a sort of advance party, being as I'm very hard to kill. Metaphysically speaking, anyway. As I was saying, I'm a sort of advance party, to see if you lot are setting an ambush. So, if you are, kindly chop off my head and I'll go inform my cohorts that a knot you are of damned bloodsuckers."<br><br>After Mitchell blinked a few times in confusion, Amilcar clapped once. "Splendid," he declared, and entered the city proper.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Welcome To Hellworld (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cold Heritage</strong> on <strong>26-11-2012, 06:04:38</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://img208.imageshack.us/img208/7824/post4km.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Todd Wainwright<br><strong>Species:</strong> Tarrack Daemonling<br><strong>Location:</strong> Parts Unknown, Redemption<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> None<br><br><hr>Todd was not in the most ideal position. There were six - no, seven - vampires, and they had him surrounded. He was unarmed, too boot. It was carelessness, really - he had been out on long patrol, and the exertion and weariness had caught up with him all at once. He had not taken care to put out cloves of garlic or other vampire wards . . . and he had awoken to a vampire with mouth agape and ready to take a drink. Apparently Todd was human enough for a vampire to feed on him, or this pack was desperate enough that his mixed blood would just have to do it. They were hissing at him, drawing his attention to several different points, just waiting for an opening to bring him down. One on one, Todd could handle each of these vampires without any trouble. Together, there were just enough of them to make the prospects swing to their favour. Todd was sure that he could win, but even one bite was too much. He needed his blood. It needed to be in his body to keep him alive. Bleeding out was a very real concern, and if things went badly enough for the vamps they might just try to make that happen. They might even just try to bleed him to tire him out, and take whatever was left once exhaustion and blood loss took enough of a toll that he could not put up any more of a fight.<br><br>Damn. Things sucked. There was a time when things were different and - <br><br>Todd pulled his head back as a vampire lunged forward with a quick jab. It almost made contact. Too close. The daemonling cursed himself. He could not afford to lose focus now and think about the 'good old days.' But maybe there was no point in fighting anymore. Things were broken and they were not going to get fixed. There was no cavalry coming. There were no angels. And if Jesus was on his way back, he probably just took one look down and decided to stay up in heaven. Salvation caught the last train out, back when there were still trains. Maybe he ought to just give up, and let the monsters have this world. Then again . . . that included Todd, did it not? He was not a purely human being. Did he even have a soul? To be saved? These were questions that had answers, but Todd had never really sought answers. He was too scared. Too frightened that he was just still casting shadows and doomed for perdition after the errors of his youth. Was it really his fault? He was born into a world that had had no real place for him, one that had been softer, kinder, and gentler. It had allowed mistakes. And Todd had made them. When it came time to cowboy up, to pay debts, and face comeuppance, he had tried. There had been others, better people who shone with inner light . . . who had stumbled and fallen. In the old world they never would have given up, but once things got broken, they broke along with it.<br><br>Todd ducked as a vampire sailed over him. He let out a long breath, staying low. It would be easy to just lie down. <br><br>One of the vampires came from behind, kicking Todd in the jaw area. The heel of the vamp's boot cut his cheek, and Todd could feel 'it.' 'It' was not pain. 'It' was that peculiar legacy of the Tarrack daemon that had sired him. The rage that suffused him to a genetic level. Unlike most of his kind, Todd had a lid on that shit and kept himself under control. Now, tired as he was, he just did not have it in him to reign it in. With the anger came energy, and the rush of adrenaline. Todd felt a restlessness, and for his limbs to be in motion. They no longer felt leaden and heavy, but strangely light as if they were no longer his own. But the vamps did not know. They saw the blood oozing down his cheek and jaw, dripping to the parched earth. Another rushed in, and Todd turned. He was not as fast as the vampire, but he did not need to be. The vampire's speed did all the work, and Todd had the thing by the neck and waistband of its pants. He hefted it up bodily, and then brought its back down on his knee in one smooth, swift motion. The thing broke, but that would not kill a vampire. But damned if it would ever have the time to heal. It was tantamount to a death sentence. If somehow Todd did not seal the deal, something else would. <br><br>The daemonling hurled the broken vampire at a pair of its fellows, whirling to backhand a charging vampire with such force that he did decapitate it. The thing quickly dusted, and it was <em>on</em>. <br><br>Todd could not identify the leader of the pack, but with the agitated state of the things, the scent of blood in the air, and how they were all vamped out it was unlikely that having their leader killed would put enough fear in them to make them back the fuck off. Two came at Todd from either side, barreling into him and trying to take him off his feet. They knocked him slightly off-kilter, but he kept his feet. And, more importantly, he got a hand on one's face and around another's throat, controlling the fanged mouths that hissed and sought the blood pounding just beneath taut skin. The veins bulged over powerful muscles, taunting the vampires just inches from the eager maws. Todd pivoted, throwing one away, where it struck a tree. The tree, dead and petrified, did not give under the impact. Todd was not so lucky that the vamp was impaled on a branch through the heart; the thing fell to the ground in a heap. It did not immediately stir, and its neck was at an odd angle. That was good. The other vamp Todd smashed into the ground, ruining enough of the head on a rock that whatever cosmic forces remained chalked it up on the decap board, because it dusted too.<br><br>A vamp took the opportunity to leap on Todd's back, and before he could stop it, the thing had its fangs in his shoulder. He could hear it slurping and suckling at the drawn blood, and his stomach did a bit of a flip-flop in nausea at the sound. Todd roared. One armed wrapped around the creature, and he stood up and whipped it around throwing it off. The vamp landed on its back and bounced, but quickly scrabbled on its feet. Todd did not have time to check the injury; he was facing an attack on three fronts. He fended off one vampire with an uppercut that put it into unconsciousness, took a kick to the midsection from another, and blocked a haymaker from a third. The trio circled, and too late Todd realized they had maneuvered him so his back was to the one that had bit his shoulder. The thing was on his back, legs wrapped around his midsection, arms around his shoulders, and mouth moving quickly to his neck. Todd moved his head and tipped himself backwards, falling to the ground. His mass and the force of impact stunned the vampire, loosening its grasp, but the fangs found flesh. They missed the desired blood vessels, but he was still bleeding. <br><br>He knew, even though he could not see, that his eyes had changed.<br><br>Todd was a whole lot angrier. Sometimes that did not help. Sometimes it did.<br><br>This was one of those times.<br><br>He grasped the vampire's arms, and then pulled outwards. With a sickening sound and a loud pop, Todd ripped them from their sockets. The vampire shrieked in an unearthly way, causing the rest to give pause at the sound of pain on of their own emitted. It was opening enough. Todd kipped up, and he was on them. He wailed away on them, while he could, with the arms ripped from the vampire's sockets. They were messy weapons, not ideal in any sense of the word. But Todd had the strength and the motivation to make them suffice to the task at hand. He beat the vampires down. He could not inflict a killing blow, but that was of no consequence if he could disable. Thinning their numbers was more important. Todd took hits, but he was tough enough and mad enough that it just fed a vicious circle of wrath. He had to discard the torn arms eventually, but by then it was just him and one vamp. Probably the leader, since it was the last one. Todd was breathing hard, bleeding in about seven places, but he felt so terribly alive and so sure of the fearful might of his body that it did not matter how much it would hurt when the adrenaline fugue wore off.<br><br>The vampire looked as if it might run, but Todd knew it would not. Every second worked in the vampire's favour; it brought him closer to weakness and pain. The fire of his anger would gutter out and extinguish, unable to sustain itself. Todd moved forward, charging with a guttural roar. The vampire bared its fangs and leapt forward. Todd thrust his right hand forward, and its pierced through the vampire's midsection as they met. He grasped the vampire's spine in his hand and wrenched, hard, severing it. The vampire's lower half went limp as it clawed at his face. Todd pulled his hand free and discarded the vertebrae that came with it, pushing the vampire back with his other hand. He went to one knee, breathing heavily. Todd wiped sweat from his eyes. There it was: the first hints of fatigue set in. The lightness of limbs was fading, replaced by the omnipresent weariness of the new world. <br><br>Todd closed his eyes, for just a moment, before opening them again as he heard the vampire scrabbling away, dragging itself with its arms. Todd flexed his gory red right hand and stood up. He walked to his pack, and withdrew a hatchet with his left hand. <br><br>Fucking vampires. <br><br><hr>Todd lumbered up to the gates. He had a pack slung over one shoulder, and he was so tired that he failed to notice the special arrivals. He noted, on some logical level, their presence, and on that same intellectual level he knew the significance, but Todd was just a ground-pounding pair of boots on the ground. It did not fall to him to deal with the leaders of foreign tribes and other powers, such as they were, in this world. And he was just too fucking tired. Maybe after six hours and some hot chow it would sink that, holy shit!, there were all kinds of important big-wigs from every major faction that was not primarily composed of daemons who wanted to maim, kill, and torture anything remotely human was in town. Maybe. <br><br>At the gate, a young vamp waited. Todd paid no mind to him, and an outstretched arm drew a curious glance. <br><br>"Are you fucking kidding." It was a statement. Not a question. <br><br>"Well, uh, you see . . ." Mitchel the vampire began. "Rae ordered me to ask the people arriving who they were and-"<br><br>"Are. You. Fucking. Kidding." Todd clearly enunciated each word in a low, tired tone that grew increasingly malevolent. He could feel 'it' rising inside him at this petty inconvenience. His eyes were changing, but he had his goggles on so it would escape notice. He would appear to be just a slab of grade A human, weary, wounded, and fresh back in from long patrol.<br><br>"Look, guy, orders are orders. I'm not going to end up as the new torture doll." Mitchel said. His fear of Rae, Cortez, and the vampire upper echelon outweighed whatever intimidation factor Todd possessed. <br><br>Todd sighed, brushed the arm aside before lumbering in. New people drew Mitchel's attention, and torn, he opted to return to obeying the word of Rae's commands. She did not say that they had to <em>answer</em>, after all. <br><br>The hulking daemonling made his way to Ranger Central. There was probably a better name for it, but fucked it Todd cared right now. He reported in with the on-duty senior ranger, who rattled off a series of questions that Todd answered in a perfunctory manner. Todd put his backpack on the table, and opened it. He pulled out a second sack, made of canvas, and opened up the flaps on it. Tipping it over, several boxes tumbled onto the desk. There were fourteen of them, all of them somewhat dog-eared and in less than pristine condition. It was a marvel that the cardboard had stood up as long as it had. They were a pale blue, with a brown-ish lozenge in the center and the word 'Allenbury's' in black script. <br><br>"It's soap. From before." Todd said. "Got it from a trader. Saved his daughter from a pack of Drokken Beasts." He wiped his face with the palm of one hand. "Payment was especially rich." Todd added. The debriefing ranger nodded.<br><br>"Well, I guess that about wraps everything up. Everyone'll be damned happy you brought this back." The older ranger said, tempted to keep a bar for himself and lie about the bounty Todd had brought back.<br><br>"I fought a pack of vamps about a three kliks south-west of here. Seven of them. I think they were displaced by something else; they had a hungry, scavenger look to them. Probably scared off by something moving into their territory." Todd added, and the other ranger simply nodded. <br><br>"Someone's going to try something . . . security's as good as it can get under the circumstances." Was the answer Todd received, and it sounded a little bit too much like someone was toeing the party line. But Todd was not inclined or in a position to argue, so he nodded, got up, and went to his room in the ranger barracks. He happily collapsed onto his bed with a sigh, taking only long enough to remove his boots before he lay back in the hopes of what dreams might come.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Welcome To Hellworld (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>RainbowRian</strong> on <strong>26-11-2012, 12:16:58</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://www.menshealth.com/celebrity-fitness/uploads/cam-gigandet-ss1-480x415.jpg) </div><strong>Name:</strong> Stephen Marcus Aurelius<br><strong>Species:</strong> Witch<br><strong>Location:</strong> Redemption<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Open<br><hr>Stephen had arrived along with the others, minding himself to stay away from the other withces and blend in.&nbsp; He was there to observe and find his way.&nbsp; It had been a while since he had left Tara and the Enclave coven and he felt there prescence.&nbsp; Stephen tried to stay as neutral as possible.&nbsp; He watched in the shadows as everyone moved about, socializing, and his eyes traveled upon the princess, before seeing Tara and a young man from his past.&nbsp; He turned his head gently to stray away from attention and tried to stay under Tara's radar.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Welcome To Hellworld (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>jetblackmirror</strong> on <strong>26-11-2012, 20:55:25</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://oi49.tinypic.com/dpwt95.jpg)<br><strong>Name:</strong> Rae<br><strong>Species:</strong> Vampire<br><strong>Location:</strong> Redemption<br><strong>Summary:</strong> Gathering <br>the masses(sorta).<br><strong>Tagged</strong> Abby, Amilcar</div> Had this girl been a seasoned fighter, Rae may not have seen the muscle twitch in her leg at her surprise. But since Abby was not, and Rae did see, she took a procautionary step back from the girl. Her next statement caused her brows to lift some, looking the girl over with a sense of uncertainty. However, when she spoke again, she couldn't say she blamed her. Rae may have been soulless, but she was a woman. And Rae could feel this girl was more than just... a girl. She reached out a hand, stopping a passing vampire and pulling him to her. <br><br>"Make sure the homestead men get to their quarters. Then lead them to the meeting in half an hour." She told him, who replied with a nod.<br><br>"Come with me." She said to Abby before she turned. Her eyes fell on Amilcar, "You too... Amilcar? If I heard correctly." Before she could answer, she was leading the way, once again her red heals clicking. After a few moments, she led them back into the room Anyala and the others were all ready sitting in.<br><br>"Feel free to have a seat. I'll be over in a moment." She told them, the last part more directed to the young girl. She then moved over to the witches, softly talking to Tara over her shoulder.<br><hr><div class="floatright">(http://thejohncarterfiles.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/12/Dejah-Thoris-Warrior-.jpg)<br><strong>Name:</strong> Anyala<br><strong>Species:</strong> Helka<br><strong>Location:</strong> Meeting Hall<br><strong>Tagged</strong> Abby, Amilcar.</div> Anyala felt a bit awkward, sitting there as the witches paid her no mind really. Shred had decided he was all ready tired of waiting, amongst just being tired. He hopped up onto the table in front of Anyala, which, luckily, seemed to be make of some pretty sturdy material. He stretched out in front of her, which caught the attention of one of the witches. They looked as though the wanted to say something, but quickly reconsidered after getting a good look at the hellcat. And Anyala wasn't about to force him to get down.<br><br>The new arrivals made her head turn. A young girl and... well, she didn't really know what the man was. She simply looked away. She hadn't traveled all this way to be a social butterfly. She was here for business.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Welcome To Hellworld (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vael the Destroyer</strong> on <strong>26-11-2012, 21:10:59</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://i275.photobucket.com/albums/jj307/tylercook777/Trevor.png)<br><br><strong>Name:</strong> Trevor<br><strong>Species:</strong> Human/Witch<br><strong>Location:</strong> Redemption<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Open<br><br>"I knew I felt something different." Trevor whispered to himself, standing up and looking behind the small crowd of people. Though obviously not wanting to be caught, Stephen didn't really make himself very stealthy. Plus being the first of the witches that was trained by Tara should have known that any shift in energy can alert a strong enough witch. Trevor, Stephen and Tara were all strong witches. But it seemed like Stephen had gotten a little sloppy since he left the Enclave. <br><br><em>You aren't very good at hiding, Stephen.</em> Trevor said in a mental message to his ex-mentor. He didn't want to cause a scene in the beginning. He figured Stephen would probably show up to Redemption once he knew that a gathering of all of the different races were coming, but coming back to Redemption and not showing his face properly really pissed off the young blonde male. A slight shift in the current of the air occurred when Trevor started to walk towards Stephen right at the moment Rae was coming up to talk to Tara. It was his time to do something rash when Tara was too distracted to stop him right away. <br><br>"Move." Trevor hissed. The simple word he said pushed those standing in front of Stephen aside. Not rough, but not gentle either. Trevor took the time to look over Stephen before he spoke again. "What the hell are you doing here?"</div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Welcome To Hellworld (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheRedFear</strong> on <strong>26-11-2012, 22:48:08</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i1099.photobucket.com/albums/g393/theredfear/MaleCharPics/23NicholasGonzalezphoto.jpg)<br><strong>Name:</strong> Dominic<br><strong>Species:</strong> Werewolf - Lycantropus Dominus<br><strong>Location:</strong> Redemption<br><strong>Summary:</strong> Arriving.<br><strong>Tagged</strong> None </div><br><div class="floatright">(http://i1099.photobucket.com/albums/g393/theredfear/sofia-pernas-1510115-photo-large-2.jpg)</div><br>True to River's expectations, the Mercury Lake delegation did show up in force. A demonstration of strength that was not to be ignored. Fifteen strong, which might not be as numerous as certain others, but you'd be amazed what kind of hell fifteen werewolves can raise. Luckily the Full Moon had already passed, but even still some of them wore their more beastial visages. <br><br>Dominic stood at their head, though he had the sort of prescence that stood out from a crowd even if he'd been in the heart of the group. More observant watchers would pick him out as the Alpha quickly because he never had to speak to make things happen. When he moved, the other werewolves moved with him. When he stopped, they stopped with him. It was almost akin to the way a flock of birds seems to move as one in the way the lead bird dictates. If...you know...a flock of Birds were perfectly capable of eating your face. <br><br>He looked at one of the females in the pack and nodded toward the Vampire at the gate. <br><br>She walked up to Mitchel and said "<strong>Dominic...Alpha of Mercury Lake</strong>. " 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Welcome To Hellworld (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vael the Destroyer</strong> on <strong>26-11-2012, 22:52:47</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://i275.photobucket.com/albums/jj307/tylercook777/ash-stymest-and-smoking-gallery.jpg)<strong>Name:</strong> Keiran<br><strong>Species:</strong> Totem Warrior (eagle)<br><strong>Location:</strong> Outside of Redemption<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> </div><br>The eagle stood in the same spot for a minute or two after Fenrir told him he could most likely see Redemption from where they were. It was true, but he didn't tell Keiran that he could see people. Well, a man in a guard tower but he was still a person. For a moment Keiran cocked his head to the side, his eyes still locked on the man. They were looking at each other. Keiran knew that this man could see him, but how? Was it possible that the rangers had their own totem warrior in their midst? The young eagle shook his head and turned back to Fenrir and the rest, heading over to sit down by them, not thinking of the man in the watchtower again. <br><br><hr><br>Keiran watched as Lucas and the others pulled out the rations of food they still had. Once they were informed that Redemption was close by Fenrir they decided they might as well eat the rest of the food because Redemption would have food for them. Cyrus split up the small amount of spam they had looted from a convenience store. The group was surprised that nobody had taken it yet. Almost as surprised at how little of it was left. Only enough for each of them to have a small slice. Keiran didn't need much to eat, he was slender and used to going a while without eating. Most of the time he would give his ration to Lucas or Fenrir who did most of the fighting whenever they ran into something. <br><br>"At least we haven't ran into a wendigo since we left. Nasty fuckers." Lucas pointed out with a smile on his face. <br><br>"Don't say that too loud, Luke. Just our luck one will show up." Cyrus was obviously joking but it didn't help calm down Kerian at all. He witnessed so many be killed by the wendigo's that came through their tribes camp. His mother, grandmother, friends and other family members being torn apart by their adversaries. The last thing Keiran wanted was to watch any of his group be submitted to such a fate. <br><br>Keiran payed no notice to what was happening past what Cyrus had said, he was too busy listening to the area around them. Moments later Keiran was in the air, doing a flip and landing right beside Lucas, a deep growling emitting from behind him sent him quickly away from that spot. <br><br>"So paranoid." Cyrus shook his head. <br><br>"You all are so busy celebrating you see nothing." Keiran said in a low voice. Besides Marcus in the nighttime, Keiran could see farther than anyone. It didn't take a eagle to see what he was seeing though, it took someone paying attention. A wendigo about thirty feet away, making it's way towards them. "You just had to say something didn't you?" Keiran said before smacking Lucas on the back of his head. The bear didn't even flinch, just rose from the spot along with the other and turned to face where Keiran was looking. For some of them it would be the first time they ever fought a wendigo, but for all of them it would be the first chance at revenge. <br><br><hr><br>Keiran used his shoulder and arms to push Marcus' dead body off of him. He was the first to die. Ripped open at the abdomen by the wendigo's monstrous teeth. Keiran was temporarily knocked out from the blow of such a large object being thrown into him with such force. Thankfully Fenrir and Lucas started in on the wendigo as soon as Marcus was killed and thrown at Keiran like a weighted rag doll. <br><br>"Fuck." Keiran groaned, pulling himself up from the ground with a little less speed than usual. He had temporarily forgotten about wendigo's weakening totem warriors whenever they were around them. That's why it was such a risk fighting them. <br><br>"Keiran!" Lucas called out. He was behind the wendigo, holding onto it for dear life. If he was at full strength he probably wouldn't of had a problem keeping the thing still, but the wendigo was strong and they weren't as strong as usual, so Lucas was having a problem keeping his grip. "Help?" Before Lucas was done speaking Keiran was running as fast as he could, pulling out his knife aimed straight for the wendigo. Stabbing it wouldn't kill it. Only burning it would. In order to do that he was going to have to weaken it first and get it away from his brother. <br><br>The first of many stabs landed in the abdomen and chest of the wendigo, making it easier for Lucas to hold on. After stabbing the creature in the eyes, Keiran pulled out a zippo lighter and an old can of men's spray deodorant. Lucas let go and Keiran started to spray the cologne right into the flames, creating a huge burst of flames that engulfed the wendigo and didn't let up until it was dead. <br><br>"I have no idea how I held on so long." Lucas wheezed. <br><br>"Where are the other two?" Keiran asked. <br><br>"I don't kn-" Lucas didn't finish his sentence before a nasty cracking sound tore through the air and a hand emerged from the bear's chest, holding a heart that was no longer beating. Tears stung at the corners of Keiran's blue eyes as he watched the wendigo pull his arm back and the corpse of his twin brother fell to the ground. <br><br><hr><br>It took every ounce of strength left in his body to make his way to Redemption. Keiran was the only one left. He watched Marcus and Lucas die. He found Cyrus and Fenrir's bodies thrown together in a heap, barely anything left on their bodies but their faces were still recognizable. Still, he didn't cry. He couldn't. Not yet. They died and he survived. The least he could do was make it to Redemption before breaking down.<br><br>"Name please." A vampire stopped him at the gates to Redemption. He looked new. Not very seasoned. Still like a human. That would all wipe away soon enough. <br><br>"Keiran Westover." The eagle introduced himself quietly, his hung hung low as he looked at his feet. Once he said his name he was allowed to enter Redemption, the place everyone was dying to get to. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Welcome To Hellworld (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheRedFear</strong> on <strong>26-11-2012, 23:50:10</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i1099.photobucket.com/albums/g393/theredfear/MaleCharPics/The-vampire-diaries-2x14-crying-wolf-tyler-lockwood-cap_mid.jpg)<br><strong>Name:</strong> River<br><strong>Species:</strong> Primal - Totemic<br><strong>Location:</strong> Redemption<br><strong>Summary:</strong> Hauling Ass<br><strong>Tagged</strong> None </div><br>River vaulted out of the tower, arms spinning as gravity pulled him thirty feet below and hit the ground running. Two miles out. A top knotch human athlete could cover one mile in about five minutes. Nowadays, River could cover two miles in that time. Three minutes if he was willing to be out of breath by the time he got there. Judging from how quickly that creature was tearing the group apart, he decided to push himself and gamble that the vicious clawed and fanged man tearing them apart would be equally worn out from his own fight by the time River got there. <br><br>Still, three minutes was the same as three decades in a fight. He hoped they could hold out long enough for help to arrive. He'd just about covered the first mile when it was over. He was cresting a hill when he saw the breif flash of blue fire in the distance that signified the Wendigoe's death. Vampires turn to dust, and Wendigoes are consumed by blue fire. All but one of the group laying still...dead. River stopped, and clenched his fist in frustration. When he was still normal, he'd learned to resign himself to the simple reality that he could not save everyone. But ever since he'd gotten his powers, he'd started to feel a little bit impervious to the whole idea of 'failure'. Well this neatly took care of that. It was more frustrating in a way. They were so close it was just dumb luck they hadn't already encountered a Ranger Patrol that could have escorted them the rest of the way. So close River hadn't even seen the point in bothering to dispatch a patrol to escort them in. <br><br>He stood there silently as the lone survivor pressed on. But when he passed, River couldn't seem to find the words to say...anything. He just watched the guy keep walking on toward the town. The man they fought...the man that tore them apart...River had never seen that particular kind of monster before but when he first spotted it he felt this overwhelming surge of hatred for it. The fangs, the claws, the glowing red eyes...something about those features struck a chord in River and he had taken off to race to the battle before he even consciously made the decision to try and help. And now it was over. And he had failed...<br><br>He looked out toward the east. Now. It was time to do it now. Time to go after a prize that was long considered out of reach by most other Ranngers. And not worth the risks involved in aquiring it, even if they could get to it in the first place. But with his first post-Primal failure freshly bitter on his tongue, River felt now more than ever the need to do something...special. He glanced back toward Redemption and debated whether or not he should try to recruit others to join him. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Welcome To Hellworld (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheRaven</strong> on <strong>27-11-2012, 01:26:56</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://i220.photobucket.com/albums/dd220/KevynsMom/GothGuy.jpg)<br><strong>Name:</strong> Amilcar de Soto<br><strong>Species:</strong> Revenant<br><strong>Location:</strong> Redemption<br><strong>Summary:</strong> Making a not-so-subtle pass <br>at Rae and trying to pet a kitty<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Rae, Shred</div><br>Amilcar followed after the blonde and the redhead, and muttered so that he knew the vampire could hear him, "Keep walking like that and you can lead me anywhere you like, Red."<br><br>However, his attention was distracted when he entered the room. "Ooh, kitty!" he proclaimed, approaching Shred and sticking out his hand to see how the hellcat would react to him attempting to bond. In all likelihood he would have to jerk his hand back before he lost any fingers, but it never hurt to make friends with a hellbeast. They were loyal, especially if one fed them regularly. That also tended to mean that they weren't eating the person trying to make friends with them, which was a positive.<br><br>Naturally, the revenant ignored the blonde, the other spellcasters in the room, and the hellcat's master. He was far more interested in Shred than any of the other occupants at that point in time. Of course, he knew he would probably draw the ire of the woman who he guessed was from Hekla, judging by the hellcat and her clothing. Still, Amilcar reasoned he might get to pet the kitty, something which outweighed the Hekla representative getting angry with him.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Welcome To Hellworld (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Caela</strong> on <strong>27-11-2012, 02:49:27</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i980.photobucket.com/albums/ae282/caela_ecub/Blondes/ts1-1.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Abigail "Abby" Holden<br><strong>Species:</strong> Human/Slayer<br><strong>Location:</strong> Redemption, Following Rae<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Rae, Amilcar (mentioned), Anyala<br><br><hr><br>Abby watched as the redhead stepped back from her and it was only then that she fully realized she had tensed to fight. She suddenly felt the fists her hands had curled into, and noticed the tension that tightened every muscle in her body. She felt intensely ready for action, but an action she wasn't sure of now that she was thinking about it. Drawing a deep breath, she forced her body to relax, something that became easier when the woman sent a man to watch the other Homestead males. She could have sent him to retrieve one of them, or had him drag her to them himself but she hadn't and that helped the rest of the tension slide out of Abby's muscles.<br><br>Being told to follow, Abby figured that was better than just stumbling around on her own. She wasn't thrilled when the redhead (she really should ask the woman her name when she got a chance!) called over another man and she again felt the klaxon of warning rushing through her blood. She had no idea why she was suddenly so on edge and constantly ready to fight (something she'd never done in her life!) but it was beginning to get on her nerves. All she wanted to do was seek Sanctuary and offer her services as a mechanic. <br><br>In her experience there were always machines that needed fixing.<br><br><em>"Feel free to have a seat. I'll be over in a moment."</em><br><br>Glancing around, Abby, blinked and realized that the woman had brought them to some sort of meeting hall without her even realizing it. She'd been so lost in her thoughts she'd followed the other woman on auto-pilot! Glancing for a chair she sat down near a brunette woman that Abby surmised, from her dress and the large hellcat beside her, was a Helka Warrior. She couldn't help it that she stared. She wasn't trying to be rude and she wasn't so foolish to reach for the woman's beast, but she couldn't keep her eyes off of her either. This was one of the women that the men of Homestead actually feared and now she could see why! This woman would never be be beaten down the way their own women were. If an enemy captured her it was clear, even to someone as inexperience as Abby, that they'd have to kill her because they wouldn't break her.<br><br>Or at least that was the way she looked to Abby's awestruck eyes and she couldn't stop herself from whispering under her breath, "Amazing. Simply amazing!"<br><br>Realizing she'd spoke she felt her cheeks flush hotly and forced herself to look away, glancing back over to the redhead who'd led her here and wondering who the people she was talking to were. She hoped they were people who could help her...and that they would.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Welcome To Hellworld (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheRedFear</strong> on <strong>27-11-2012, 04:50:01</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://i1099.photobucket.com/albums/g393/theredfear/MaleCharPics/The-vampire-diaries-2x14-crying-wolf-tyler-lockwood-cap_mid.jpg)<br><strong>Name:</strong> River<br><strong>Species:</strong> Primal - Totemic<br><strong>Location:</strong> Redemption<br><strong>Summary:</strong> Chattin' up a pretty girl...or is he?<br><strong>Tagged</strong> Abigail, and possibly anyone near Abigail </div><br>River would need a truck at the very least, so he hustled back. Well...he'd probably end up settling for a wagon. He'd likely get a good ass-chewing even if he pulled this off, but taking a truck and burning limited fuel might upgrade that ass-chewing to a full ass-reaming. For the same reason he couldn't pull together a proper Ranger team. The brass was only slightly less inclined to waste lives than fuel. <br><br>He mulled over what he'd need. A wagon to haul back the goods of course. A horse would be too much of a liability where he was going though. And a wagon he could draw himself would be small. He wouldn't be able to get as much loaded onto it as he wanted to. If he could bring rangers he'd want a twelve-man time. Six to go in, and six to keep the escape route from closing. He supposed the Enclave was right to veto that. They'd almost certainly lose a few people going in that strong. But a smaller force just wouldn't cut it. At least, a smaller force of purely normal humans. <br><br>He looked around and bit his lip. Did he dare? It could be a real diplomatic nightmare if he brought representatives from the other Holdouts into this and things went sideways. But if it worked, it could be a powerful symbol with which to kick off the Conclave. Proof of how much more effective they were when all the Holdouts cooperated with each other. The Enclave still couldn't be thrilled with his initiative and risk-taking...but success would demonstrate he could be trusted afterall. Or his recklessness would validate their concerns. Nah. That's such a pessimistic way of thinking. Think positive thoughts Rivs! Besides, that Hellcat would solve alot of his problems. Helka trained their beasts to haul their wagons anyway. <br><br>He kept looking around and spotted the blonde. He'd definitely need somebody who knew their Old World Tech. But she was a bit on the youngish side. Still, if she came from Homestead she had to be a tech-head, didn't she? And both of them were alone. At the moment anyway. Apart from the rest of their respective groups, who might have otherwise talked them out of this. Assuming he could actually talk them in to it. Chances are if he told them what he was going after they'd say no, just like the Enclave did. Maybe if he was vague, he could rope them in that way.<br><br>He'd still need some extra muscle, even if they did sign on. He'd cross that bridge when he got to it. First he had to see if he could get either of these ladies signed on. He walked up to her, and felt strangely awkward. River was no stranger to the fairer sex. The high mortality rates among Rangers made them...most of them anyway...damned randy beasts. But this was different. Convincing a total stranger to embark on life-threatening mayhem with you is alot trickier than convincing them to drop trow and have practice making babies with you. <br><br>"Hey...you're from Homestead right? That's shiny. I didn't think they ever let their women out. So are you like...super techno-smart the way other Homesteaders are?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Welcome To Hellworld (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Caela</strong> on <strong>27-11-2012, 05:26:58</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i980.photobucket.com/albums/ae282/caela_ecub/Blondes/ts1-1.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Abigail "Abby" Holden<br><strong>Species:</strong> Human/Slayer<br><strong>Location:</strong> Redemption<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> River<br><br><hr><br><em>"Hey...you're from Homestead right? That's shiny. I didn't think they ever let their women out. So are you like...super techno-smart the way other Homesteaders are?"</em><br><br>For the second time in less than an hour a stranger startled her and while she'd been able to hold back with Rae, mostly because she was another woman, with River, she didn't so much hear what he asked at first so much as simply recognized that he was male. That fact alone sent a surge of fear rushing through her blood and without thought she rolled from her chair and dropped into a low crouch, clearly ready to fight,&nbsp; and with a&nbsp; snarl marring her features for a moment until she realized he might be male, but he <em>wasn't</em> one of her Father's men. <br><br>Suddenly feeling the fool, her face turned a bright shade of red and she straightened, glanced around and hoped not too many had noticed the fool she had just made of herself!<br><br>"Sorry, you startled me. I'm not used to strangers just walking up to me, hell there are no strangers in Homestead. I'll have to learn not to react quite so much when someone is just talking to me," she admitted, her cheeks taking on a darker shade of red. Um, and to answer your question, if it has an engine I can fix or maintain it. I don't design them mind, but if you've go the necessary parts, I keep just about anything that doesn't need a computer chip running. If it needs a chip, I'm not of much use."<br><br>Talking about her mechanical skills was an easy change of subject. Engines, repairs, these things she knew well and there was nothing in them to make her blush...or to make her feel like fighting again. She was really going to have to figure out what the hell was going on with these sudden urges. She suspected they had to do with the dreams. Perhaps once she was settled (if they let her stay, if they didn't it wouldn't matter anyway) she could see if someone could help her figure them out.<br><br>"I'm Abigail, Abby. Did you, or a friend, need a motor worked on? I'm surprised you don't have your own people for it but if somethings broken down I'd be happy to take a look at it for you," she offered amicably, still trying to apologize for the way she'd behaved when he'd approached her. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Welcome To Hellworld (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheRedFear</strong> on <strong>27-11-2012, 05:40:44</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://i1099.photobucket.com/albums/g393/theredfear/MaleCharPics/The-vampire-diaries-2x14-crying-wolf-tyler-lockwood-cap_mid.jpg)<br><strong>Name:</strong> River<br><strong>Species:</strong> Primal - Totemic<br><strong>Location:</strong> Redemption<br><strong>Summary:</strong> Chattin' up a pretty girl...or is he?<br><strong>Tagged</strong> Abigail, and possibly anyone near Abigail </div><br><br>"Wow. You are just a tiny bit high strung huh? &nbsp;" He said, leaning back a bit as she went commando on him. Noticing her blush he grinned quickly and said "No, no. That'a good thing. Hold onto that. " She'd need it if he actually roped her into this. Not that he saw fit to disclose that out loud. <br><br>"Is it just engines or can you work any kind of gizmo? I'm one of the Enclave Rangers. There's a sort of....treasure trove i've been wanting to go after for a while. But most of the Rangers don't think it's worth the risks to go after it. I was thinking this might be a perfect oppurtunity to showcase to all the delegates here just what can be accomplished when all the Holdouts work together toward a common goal. Interested? "
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				Title: <strong>Re: Welcome To Hellworld (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Caela</strong> on <strong>27-11-2012, 05:55:44</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i980.photobucket.com/albums/ae282/caela_ecub/Blondes/ts1-1.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Abigail "Abby" Holden<br><strong>Species:</strong> Human/Slayer<br><strong>Location:</strong> Redemption<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> River, Rae (mentioned)<br><br><hr><br>Since he kept talking, and told her to hold onto her weird instincts, she supposed she was forgiven and that put a shy, but friendly, smile on her face. If he'd been from Homestead she'd have been ready to run, but stories had it that men here were different. The men in Homestead often spoke of the men of Redemption with derision and scorn...in Abby's book that made them something to be admired until they proved otherwise!<br><br>"No, not just engines, she said while shaking her head slightly a new trepidation working it's way into her consciousness when he mentioned the Holdouts working together. "What sort of treasure trove? And what, precisely, do you need worked on? I can't tell you if I can fix it if you don't tell me what needs fixing," she added.<br><br>As she spoke she glanced around the room. The redhead had told the other man to bring the men of Homestead in half an hour and she wasn't sure how long ago that was. There were so many people to see in this place that her sense of time was off! Scouting the room she shifted on her feet slightly, turning her body so that she could see the door, <em>and</em> still talk to River. The longer she stood there, however, the more tense she was starting to become as well. <br><br>She was ready to bolt at the first sign of one of the Homestead men. By now they'd likely realized she was gone and she was surprised there hadn't been some sort of outcry from them yet.<br><br>"As for the Holdouts working together, if that's your aim, you probably don't want me along. The men of Homestead don't have much love for me," she admitted with an unapologetic shrug and a darkening of her eyes that dared him to question her before she muttered under her breath, "And no matter what happens they are going to like me even less before they leave."<br><br>The last was meant for herself and had her looking around once more. She spotted the redhead and wondered just who the woman she was talking to was. She looked important and Abby hoped that meant she was Enclave, she was also a woman which made Abby hope she'd have sympathy for her plight. If not...well she had her own back up plans if not.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Welcome To Hellworld (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>RainbowRian</strong> on <strong>27-11-2012, 06:21:16</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://www.menshealth.com/celebrity-fitness/uploads/cam-gigandet-ss1-480x415.jpg) </div><strong>Name:</strong> Stephen Marcus Aurelius<br><strong>Species:</strong> Witch<br><strong>Location:</strong> Redemption<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Open<br><hr>Stephen stayed in the shadows but knew it hadn't been enough and was reassured once he heard the mental message from Tara's new prodigy Trevor.&nbsp; He looked up to see him approaching rather swiftly and stayed where he was.&nbsp; "Well now, did Tara not teach you manners as she always insisted upon with me? And to answer your question, Yes Trevor I am very well and hope you are.&nbsp; We are all here for one reason or another and it is not in my thoughts to have the need to convey to you the purpose in which I am here other than to observe."&nbsp; He nodded at the young man gently and returned his attention to the crowd whilst keeping his eyes on Trevor.&nbsp; "I do not mean to come across so rude, but I have every right to be here just as you and everyone else does."&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Welcome To Hellworld (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheRedFear</strong> on <strong>27-11-2012, 06:36:01</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://i1099.photobucket.com/albums/g393/theredfear/MaleCharPics/The-vampire-diaries-2x14-crying-wolf-tyler-lockwood-cap_mid.jpg)<br><strong>Name:</strong> River<br><strong>Species:</strong> Primal - Totemic<br><strong>Location:</strong> Redemption<br><strong>Summary:</strong> The plotting continues...or does it?<br><strong>Tagged</strong> Abigail, and possibly anyone near Abigail </div><br>"I'm not actually...entirely...completely...sure." He said a bit sheepishly. But he quickly followed with enthusiasm "But if you can figure out complicated engines and stuff you should be able to figure out whatever we find! So...Shiny! &nbsp;" he said. He was too young to remember words like 'cool'. Out on patrol, scavenging for something worth salvaging, anything that shined or glinted in the distance was usually a sign of a good find. So 'Shiny' had gradually evolved into the modern version of 'cool' amongst Rangers. <br><br>He followed her gaze back to Rea and...oh crap! Tara! He quickly looked back to Caela, and Tara had never been anything but cordial to River...but River was convinced she secretly hated him. Every time he brought an idea forward to the Enclave it got shot down. Tara wasn't always the one who shot it down, but everybody knew that she was the real authority on the Council. The very idea he was currently recruiting for being the most recent example of things Tara expressly said 'No' to. The last thing he needed was Tara realizing what he was up to here. He put his back to her, hoping to avoid her attention while still talking to Abbey. <br><br>With a tongue-in-cheek tone, he said "Well, if this goes well maybe they'll change their minds about you. Who doesn't like treasure? If you can't earn someone's respect, you can always buy it. "
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				Title: <strong>Re: Welcome To Hellworld (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>jetblackmirror</strong> on <strong>27-11-2012, 10:54:59</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://thejohncarterfiles.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/12/Dejah-Thoris-Warrior-.jpg)<br><strong>Name:</strong> Anyala<br><strong>Species:</strong> Helka<br><strong>Location:</strong> Meeting Hall<br><strong>Summary:</strong> Trying to remain...<br>&nbsp;composed.<br><strong>Tagged</strong> Abby, Amilcar, River.</div> At first she'd been doing a fine job of ignoring the new arrivals. As the pale man rushed over to Shred, she felt her face reddening some. Shred's ears went back and bared his fangs at the man, letting out a low, deep growl which was clearly a warning, and the only warning he would get really. Anyala's eyes looked up at the man briefly, taking in the paleness of his skin. Much too pale to be a vampire. Suddenly, she had an idea of what he was. She smirked some to herself. <strong>"Careful. He breathes fire."</strong><br><br>Then the girl caught her eye. She could feel her staring at him, and that made her crawl in her skin some. She looked over at the girl, her eyes narrowed some. Her face softened some when she saw it was only a young girl, but still, she didn't like to be stared at none-the-less. She simply looked away, staring back at the wall she'd been focused on.<br><br>She glanced over at the ranger as he came in, beginning to feel a bit like a caged animal. Everyone hadn't even arrived yet and she was all ready tired of being around so many people. She listened to their conversation, trying her best to push down the curiosity she felt. If she'd been back home, that ranger would make an awfully cute addition to their male captive. Hell, he may have even been one who Anyala might consider keeping for herself.<br><br>She looked over at the pair talking, then slowly stood up, the metal scales of her top and pants tinking, and jingling as she moved. She was nearly as tall as River, perhaps an inch or two shorter. <strong>"I'll help you, if you think your rangers won't help you."</strong><br><hr><div class="floatleft">(http://oi49.tinypic.com/dpwt95.jpg)<br><strong>Name:</strong> Rae<br><strong>Species:</strong> Vampire<br><strong>Location:</strong> Redemption<br><strong>Summary:</strong> Trying to help Abby <br>and get a <br>piece of man candy.<br><strong>Tagged</strong> Abby, Amilcar (mentioned), River</div> Rae had heard Amilcar remark, but simply smirked to herself.<br><br><strong>"Tara,"</strong> She said softly to the witch, who all ready had felt the energy change when Abby came into the room, <strong>"I have a young girl with me from fort homestead. She seeks sanctuary."</strong><br><br>Tara turned to look at the girl, looking her over for a moment. "Send her over."<br><br>Rae simply nodded and walked back over, her eyes briefly moving to Amilcar as he tried to bond with the Helka's hellcat. <strong>"The woman over there would like to speak with you, sweet heart."</strong> She said to Abby, who then brought her over to Tara. She then looked to Anyala and River, her eyes falling on River. She smiled, stepping a bit closer to him.<br><br><strong>"I see you left your post for a social call, River?"</strong> She almost hummed to him, her voice low and flirty. Normally she didn't waste time learning the name of the rangers. The cute ones, however, she did.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Welcome To Hellworld (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheRaven</strong> on <strong>27-11-2012, 15:17:23</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://i220.photobucket.com/albums/dd220/KevynsMom/GothGuy.jpg)<br><strong>Name:</strong> Amilcar de Soto<br><strong>Species:</strong> Revenant<br><strong>Location:</strong> Redemption<br><strong>Summary:</strong> Pulling his hand back from<br>the kitty and offering his help<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Anyala, Shred, River</div><br>If he could have gotten paler, Amilcar would have gone a few shades lighter. His eyes went huge, he pulled his hand back, and stepped back a few paces. "Are you sure?" he asked, pretending to at least have no fear in the face of something that could breath fire, in theory anyway. He had worked with hellbeasts before, and none of them had ever breathed fire. Never hurt to be safe, though. "Nice kitty..."<br><br>Amilcar turned to investigate the blonde when everyone's attention seemed to land on her. She was pretty. Young, definitely young, but pretty. He felt some sort of force near her, but he hadn't experienced an aura like that for centuries, but it was familiar to him. He just couldn't place it... Still, the revenant pushed it out of his mind for the time being. If it meant slinging spells instead of stodgy politics, he would be interested in whatever was going on. "Count me in as well," he told River after the Hekla and the blonde had spoken up. "I'm sure having a warlock on this little team wouldn't go amiss."<br><br>Of course, being Amilcar, he took the opportunity to give the Hekla woman a once-over. He had to admit a certain affinity for woman warriors, even if they were in league with Anyanka. He sort of had a beef with Vengeance Demons. Why couldn't they just become revenants like normal people?
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				Title: <strong>Re: Welcome To Hellworld (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Caela</strong> on <strong>27-11-2012, 15:57:58</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i980.photobucket.com/albums/ae282/caela_ecub/Blondes/ts1-1.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Abigail "Abby" Holden<br><strong>Species:</strong> Human/Slayer<br><strong>Location:</strong> Redemption<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> River, Rae, Tara<br><br><hr><br><em>"I'm not actually...entirely...completely...sure." He said a bit sheepishly. But he quickly followed with enthusiasm "But if you can figure out complicated engines and stuff you should be able to figure out whatever we find! So...Shiny! "</em><br><br>Abby looked at River like be just might have lost a bit of his mind, but his enthusiasm was infectious at the same time and she ended up smiling at him all the same, "Engines aren't all that hard, they're just big 3D jigsaw puzzles. When I was little my Father would deliberately take things about, throw the pieces in a box and tell me to put them back together. Kept me entertained for <em>hours</em> and gave me a useful skill-set to trade on. At least, I'm hoping your Enclave finds it useful," she added, almost wistfully.<br><br><em>"Well, if this goes well maybe they'll change their minds about you. Who doesn't like treasure? If you can't earn someone's respect, you can always buy it. "</em><br><br>The look that crossed Abby's face at his words was one of pure disbelief and borderline horror, "You don't know the men of Homestead. I'm female, all they see when they look at me is my age and how long it will be before my Father is forced to send me to the Brothel to be a whore for them. Hell, if my Father wasn't the best shot in Homestead, and known to sleep with his gun, I would probably not have been safe to travel here with them. The men of Homestead <em>don't</em> respect women. We're just something else there to be used."<br><br>Her last words came out as nearly a growl, but before she could really get going on her rant, the lovely redhead returned and told her the woman she'd been talking to wished to speak to her. Before following such instructions she smiled at the woman, her voice having calmed but still carrying an edge after her words to River, "Thank you for speaking to her for me. You didn't have to do that and I appreciate it. I don't have much that I could show my appreciation with, but I'm handy with a set of tools, if you need anything fixed, let me know."<br><br>To River she flashed a rueful grin, a small shrug and said, "Depending on how this conversation goes, I'd be happy to help you.<br><br>With that she turned and headed for the woman she'd been told to speak with. Halfway there she realized that Red (she still needed to ask that woman's name!) hadn't told her the name of the woman she had sent her to talk to either! Did people around here have a problem with sharing their names or something? As she thought on it, she realized that the young Ranger she'd been talking to hadn't told her <em>his</em> name either. Did they all just expect new people to call them, 'Hey you'?<br><br>Realizing her mind was rambling she approached Tara at last and bowed her head slightly in both respect, and because she was uncertain just what the correct protocol was when approaching a member of the Enclave. If she'd been a soldier, Abby, would have had a better idea how to approach her, but she was a Witch, and likely a damned powerful one to be on the Enclave, which was something unknown to Abby except through stories.<br><br>"Hello Ma'am," she said at last, her voice softer than when she'd been speaking with River and carrying a fine edge of nerves that she tried to keep from making her voice break. "My name's Abigail Holden and I've come to seek Sanctuary from Fort Homestead.I won't be a burden to your Holdout, I'm right handy with a wrench and can keep most anything that doesn't need a computer chip running sweet as sugar. I'm also willing to learn any other skills that might be needed to earn my keep and not be a burden...just please don't tell me I have to go back to the men I came in with," she said, her last words barely a whisper and her nerves gone, replaced entirely by fear at the idea of being sent back to the men of Homestead. By now they'd have realized she was gone, and once they realized she'd sought Sanctuary, if it was denied her, even her Father wouldn't be able to protect her from them. "I realize the trouble my asking this could cause, and if you don't want it, I understand that too. If the answer's 'No', all I ask is a head start on them, and that no one bar me at the gates. This isn't our territory, they won't follow me outside, I don't think. Either way, I won't be going back with them." she added, her voice firmer this time before she realized she'd let herself get past simply asking for what she needed and on into a ramble. <br><br>Feeling her cheeks flush red once more she let her gaze drop and gripped her hands in front of her, fingers twisting together while she waited for the woman to decide her fate. It would be a new home, or a short life outside the gate, either way, she wasn't going back.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Welcome To Hellworld (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>jetblackmirror</strong> on <strong>27-11-2012, 17:11:35</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i50.tinypic.com/fa7a6f.jpg)<br><strong>Name:</strong> Tara Macklay<br><strong>Species:</strong> Witch<br><strong>Summary:</strong> Helping out<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Abby</div>Tara remained silent as the girl spoke, her gaze never leaving the girls face. She remained completely unreadable as she took in everything the girl said, as she also read the girls energy. While she understood why Abigail didn't want to go back, that wasn't Tara's concern, nor was it her reason for wanting to speak with her. She simply reached for a chair, pulling it over for her to sit. She motioned to it, and gave her a pleasant smile. "Have a seat."<br><br>Once she sat down, she looked her over again. "Well," she started, "I'll have you know I'm not sending you away... and you have a far more important purpose here than being a mechanic." Her head cocked to the side some, another small smile tugging at her lips. "You don't even know what you are, do you?"<br><br>She took in a deep breath, leaning back some. She offered her hands to her, her palms face up for Abby to put hers on to of them. "Let me show you."<br><br>When the girl placed her hands on Tara's, the room seemed to fade into blackness. Tara stared into Abby's eyes, and began projecting an image into her mind.<br><br><em>"Before all of this, I was friends with a group of very special people... one of the most special being a girl by the name of Buffy Summers. She was different from most girls. When she was 16 she began having nightmares; visions of her going out and killing countless evils that she didn't even knew existed."</em><br><br>As Tara's voice spoke, images of these nightmares flushed in her head. Images of The master, The first, Adam, and countless other things Buffy went up against.<br><br><em>"She figured she was just a weird girl with weird nightmares... but, she wasn't. She was special. Like you... Into every generation a slayer is born. One girl in all the world, a chosen one. She alone will wield the strength and skill to fight the vampires, demons, and other forces of darkness; to stop the spread of their evil and the swell of their numbers. She is the slayer." </em><br><br>The images stopped, and the room came back into light. Tara gave her another smile, slowly pulling her hands away. She was quiet for a moment, for once unsure of what to say. "... any questions?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Welcome To Hellworld (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Caela</strong> on <strong>27-11-2012, 17:57:11</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i980.photobucket.com/albums/ae282/caela_ecub/Blondes/ts1-1.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Abigail "Abby" Holden<br><strong>Species:</strong> Human/Slayer<br><strong>Location:</strong> Redemption<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Tara<br><br><hr><br><em>"I'll have you know I'm not sending you away..."</em><br><br>For a long moment those were the only words in the entire world that mattered! She was sort of aware that Tara was still speaking, and filing what she was saying away so she'd actually be aware of it in time, but just then, nothing else mattered. She could stay! She wouldn't have to return to Homestead, wouldn't have to go to the Brothel, wouldn't be beaten when she tried to hurt some idiot male that thought they had free reign to used her body simply because they'd killed some monster!<br><br>With that one sentence, Tara had given her the very thing she'd been craving her entire life...her freedom!<br><br>It felt like a huge weight had rolled off her back. A weight she had been carrying since she'd first realized just what would happen to her on her 17th birthday and that only gotten heavier each time she had tried to escape on her own and failed. She suddenly felt lighter and just then Tara could have asked her for nearly anything and Abby would have been more than willing to kill herself trying to get it for her.<br><br>And then she sat, and gave Tara her hands and a fresh burden replaced the one that she had just been released from.<br><br>As she saw the images Tara fed her (at least she knew someone's name now even if she got it from memories and not because anyone bothered to introduce themselves!) she felt her body shifting, trembling slightly. So much of what she saw was like her own nightmares! She actually recognized the petite blonde Tara showed her from some of her own nightmares. She didn't always see her, she'd seen women of every ethnicity and time period in human history, but she <em>had</em> seen her before. In fact some of Tara's memories could have been pulled from Abby had thought were just dreams.<br><br>It was that, more than anything else, that kept Abby from just pulling away in disbelief. She <em>had</em> been having nightmares. She <em>had</em> suddenly felt urges/instincts she didn't understand, such as wanting to put a stake through Red on meeting her despite knowing nothing about the woman. She <em>was</em> suddenly stronger and having to be more cautious even when doing things she'd done so many times she should have been able to do them in her sleep, and she <em>did</em> suddenly react to things as if she knew how to fight despite the fact that women in Homestead weren't trained to defend themselves.<br><br>She was so lost in her own, roiling, thoughts that she didn't even realize Tara's memories had stopped and that she could see the other people around them again until Tara asked, <em>"... any questions?"</em><br><br>Abby couldn't help it, didn't think about it, she just suddenly started laughing! Deep laughs that shook her entire body and could, likely, be heard in every corner of the meeting hall. Laugh so long and hard that she couldn't stop until she was actually left gasping and wiping tears of amusement from her face.<br><br>When she could finally talk again she looked up at Tara with a grin while shaking her head gently, "Sorry, but you have to see the funny here right? I mean, you tell me I'm some sort of super-human, monster killer and then just ask if I have any questions? Granted I probably found it funnier than it was, for a lot of reasons, but it's still pretty funny. The only reason I'm not running screaming is because I've dreamed about that girl, and others like her, recently. You really think I'm this Slayer, person?" she asked and it was clear that while she was trying to take Tara seriously, it was hard to reconcile the idea of the Slayer, with <em>herself</em>. <br><br>While waiting for Tara to answer, a thought occurred to her and suddenly blurted out, "I don't even know how to fight!"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Welcome To Hellworld (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>jetblackmirror</strong> on <strong>27-11-2012, 18:19:12</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i50.tinypic.com/fa7a6f.jpg)<br><strong>Name:</strong> Tara Macklay<br><strong>Species:</strong> Witch<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Abby, River</div> Tara blinked at the sudden laughter. Why in the world was this girl laughing? This wasn't anything to laugh it. Perhaps she didn't think she was being serious, or maybe this is just how she dealt with stress. Either way, it caused Tara's mouth to tighten some. She took in a deep breath. She listened to her, and sat back into her seat.<br><br>"Yes, I do think you're the Slayer. <em>The</em> Slayer. And I don't only think, I know." She told her, her voice a bit firmer. "The fighting will come, and luckily we have plenty of people who can help you. I will have you do some training with the rangers for a few weeks. If there's anyone who can help you sharpen your skills, it's them."<br><hr><div class="floatright">(http://thejohncarterfiles.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/12/Dejah-Thoris-Warrior-.jpg)<br><strong>Name:</strong> Anyala<br><strong>Species:</strong> Helka<br><strong>Location:</strong> Meeting Hall<br><strong>Summary:</strong> Settin bitches straight<br><strong>Tagged</strong> Amilcar </div>It was then the vampire Rae had got to show the men where to go walked in with the rest of the fort homestead men.<br><br>"There she is..." One said when they saw Abby. "Why the hell is she..." He paused when his eyes fell on the Helka. His eyes widen and he reached for a blade in his belt.<br><br>"Hell no! Fuck no! Why didn't anyone say these cunts were going to be here?!"<br><br>The man when to pull the blade from his belt, and before he had it out, Anyala had pulled a long, ivory colored blade from her belt. It was made completely of bone, and sharper than any razor. She barely pressed it against the man's stubbled chin, causing a single drop of blood, her eyes burning a glare into his. <br><br><strong>"Pull that blade from your belt and I will unman you before you have a chance to even scream, and then I'll feed the bits to my hellcat."</strong> She told him, lowering her blade to the front of his pants.<br><br>He put the blade back, stepping back before anyone stepped in."Abby, get your ass over here before you father beats it."<br><br>Anyala lowered her blade to her side, looking over at Amilcar, <strong>"No, he does not breath fire."</strong> She smirked, Shred jumping from her table, to her side. Her growled at the men, and she could feel his agitation as the number of bodies in the room increased.<br><br>"I'm afraid Abby is no longer her fathers or any other member of fort homesteads concern." Tara said, rising to her feet. She looked over to River, making sure to look him in the eyes, "If you could take Abby and the Others outside, I have some matters I need to discuss with these men."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Welcome To Hellworld (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Caela</strong> on <strong>27-11-2012, 19:09:01</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i980.photobucket.com/albums/ae282/caela_ecub/Blondes/ts1-1.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Abigail "Abby" Holden<br><strong>Species:</strong> Human/Slayer<br><strong>Location:</strong> Redemption<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Tara, River, Anyala (mentioned), Rae (mentioned)<br><br><hr><br>Abby couldn't help but to smile at the stern look on Tara's face. Unlike Tara she hadn't watched the world change, she had grown up in it. The world as it was now and all it's challenges were all that Abby had ever known and now Tara had just told the young girl that she had <em>power</em>! Something no woman in Homestead was even supposed to think she <em>might</em> have any control of her own life and now Tara had practically handed her the keys to the kingdom! Granted it was a broken and dangerous kingdom, but she had just told the young woman that she didn't have to be a slave to what she had thought was her fate.<br><br>For Abby, that something to laugh and smile about. The fact that the day had been full of stress and an emotional roller coaster, simply meant that her responses were a bit exaggerated as well.<br><br><em>"The fighting will come, and luckily we have plenty of people who can help you. I will have you do some training with the rangers for a few weeks. If there's anyone who can help you sharpen your skills, it's them."</em><br><br>Abby nodded, more than willing to train with the Rangers and simply accept Tara's word. Tara had freed her, she would have Abby's loyalty and until she was settled and knew more about Redemption, Abby would listen to her without asking too many questions.<br><br>Before she could do more than nod, however, the doors opened and the men from Homestead entered the Hall. She wasn't surprised when they spotted her quickly, she was near the front, right beside Tara, and they had known the look of her golden curls since she was a child. She felt a pang of fear rush through her, like cold fingers raking down her spine and, in response, her body tightened, fell into a slight crouch and her lips pulled back from her teeth in a macabre parody of a smile. <br><br>Before she had to respond to them though the Helka Warrior had the one that dared threaten her handled and all the others had drawn back slightly, faces pale, unused to having to deal with a woman who was a better fighter than they.<br><br>Abby suddenly wanted very much to be like Anyala when she grew up!<br><br>Hearing one of the men order her back to them, she was about to smart off when Tara simply took charge and told them that Abby was no longer their concern. Hearing her ask the young man to take them out of the room, Abby gave Tara a respectful nod and murmured, "Thank you so much!"<br><br>With that she moved to stand beside the young Ranger, her face defiant when she glanced back at the men of her Holdout, seeking out the only face she had ever cared about. Her Father gave her the barest of nods and while his face would have looked stoic to others, she could see the relief in his eyes at seeing her step away from them and into the safety of the care of the people of Redemption.<br><br>Blinking her eyes, so that she wouldn't cry and make a fool of herself, she tore her gaze away from her Father's and looked up at River, her voice slightly subdued after that gaze with the only man she had ever trusted, "Lead the way, and while you're at it, do you have a name? And does Red over there? Do you guys have a thing against giving out names or something?" she asked, clearly ready to follow once he led the way.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Welcome To Hellworld (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheRedFear</strong> on <strong>27-11-2012, 23:08:33</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://i1099.photobucket.com/albums/g393/theredfear/MaleCharPics/The-vampire-diaries-2x14-crying-wolf-tyler-lockwood-cap_mid.jpg)<br><strong>Name:</strong> River<br><strong>Species:</strong> Primal - Totemic<br><strong>Location:</strong> Redemption<br><strong>Summary:</strong> Getting Abby away from there<br><strong>Tagged</strong> Abigail, Rae, Anyala </div><br>He grinned a bit and nodded as Anyala offered her aid. "That'd be great actually. Are you...sure? If I heard right earlier, ain't you a real big shot in the Helka? I could definitely use your help, but if something goes wrong and you get hurt Tara is gonna Frog my ass. She will literally turn my ass into that of a Frog's. I saw her do it once. One of the creepiest damn things I ever saw. &nbsp;" he said with a slight shiver. Sure the guy deserved it but...damn. <br><br>Then deadly little Rae showed up. "Oh...hi...Rae." Again, while River was no stranger to the fairer sex, Rae was a whole other breed of animal. The only other woman who ever made him feel like a boy in the prescence of a woman was Elsa. Except in Rae's case it was less a woman and more like a Black Widow. Is this what male Widow Spiders feel like? Tempting, but you just know it's gonna end bloody. Still...tempting. "Actually, that guy that shuffled through a while ago? Spotted his group a couple miles out. They got hit by some kind of Demon I never saw before. Tried to run out and help but I was too late. "<br><br>The altercation between the Homesteader and Helka caught his attention away from the two women. As well as Tara's interuption of it. River was more than a little surprised at how quickly Tara had taken Abigail's side. Not like he wasn't sympathetic to Abigail...especially after she described how rough it was to be a woman in Homestead. But much as he sympathized he didn't kid himself for a second. Being trapped in Homestead all her life, she'd never seen just how much worse it could be for her out in the wastes. If she ever got a glimpse of what it was like for the humans who lived as cattle and playthings in the Demon Strongholds, she might not be so quick to compare the men of Homestead to the things that flay men's souls as easily as they flay flesh. <br><br>He'd seen some truly vile horrors, and the things he saw on the few Ranger missions that had called for strikes deep into Demon-Controlled territory still turned his stomach when he thought back to them. It helped that unlike many of the older rangers, he was young enough to have no memory of the old world. Hell World was all he knew, so he was better able to adapt and cope with the atrocities than most of the old timers. He'd never known anything else afterall. He wondered if Abigail might look back at her time in Homestead a bit less critically if she ever was unfortunate enough to see how people were treated by the <em>real</em> monsters. <br><br>That said, he was still glad to see the Homesteader taken down a knotch. Just because he didn't equate them with the more horrific nasties out there, doesn't mean he didn't think it was scummy how they treated their women. Most of them anyway. He'd met a few Homestead guys over the years who seemed decent enough. Just trying to defend their last little slice of civilization, same as anyone else. <br><br>He nodded when Tara gave him the instructions, and gestured away from the group. "This way Abigail. And the name's River." He waited for her to start moving and walked alongside her. Abigail had to be alot more important than River realized. No way Tara would risk damaging the relationship between Homestead and the Enclave for just any girl, even a mechanically inclined one. It's not like other escapees from Homestead hadn't tried over the years. Two or three that River knew of. They were offered shelter, but if Homestead officers succesfully tracked them here and requested their return, the Enclave had always complied. As far as River knew, only one Homestead Refugee was still living in Redemption, having been clever enough to leave a false trail for her pursuers that sent them right into a Helka Camp. But the others had been returned reluctantly. Homestead was where alot of the bullets, repair parts, and other high-value goodies the Rangers of the Enclave used out in the field came from. The trade relationship between them was a critical lifeline...not something you risk just to get a girl out of a brothel, however distasteful it might be to turn a blind eye to them...unless she's a damn important girl. And they would be damn troublesome enemies since the barrier that keeps demons out would be useless against the heavily armed human soldiers of Homestead and their more heavily armed robot war machines. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Welcome To Hellworld (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vael the Destroyer</strong> on <strong>28-11-2012, 16:26:19</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://i275.photobucket.com/albums/jj307/tylercook777/Trevor.png)<br><br><strong>Name:</strong> Trevor<br><strong>Species:</strong> Human/Witch<br><strong>Location:</strong> Redemption<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Stephen<br><br>"You're right, Stephen. You do have every right to be here." Trevor calmed down a little. Seeing the man who had mentored him after he left for a while was just surprising. Trevor was still mad, but he couldn't tell if he wanted to punch Stephen in the face or run up and hug him and tell him how much he missed him while he was away. The feelings he had for Stephen ran much deeper than just caring for him as a mentor and that's why Trevor was so angry with Stephen for leaving then coming back. Like a piece of him had gone with Stephen and now he couldn't get that piece of himself back. <br><br>"Sorry." Trevor mumbled, pushing his way past Stephen and the rest of the crowd and out of the large room. Quickly his feet carried him back to his quarters inside of the enclave. He stayed in one of the nicest rooms in all of Redemption, being Tara's pupil had it's rewards. He just hoped he wouldn't be booted out on his ass now that Stephen was back.</div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Welcome To Hellworld (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>RainbowRian</strong> on <strong>29-11-2012, 02:57:19</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://www.menshealth.com/celebrity-fitness/uploads/cam-gigandet-ss1-480x415.jpg) </div><strong>Name:</strong> Stephen Marcus Aurelius<br><strong>Species:</strong> Witch<br><strong>Location:</strong> Redemption<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Open<br><hr>Stephen nodded gently.&nbsp; Seeing the young man he had helped teach when Tara was teaching him touched a soft spot on his heart he had for Trevor.&nbsp; It was nice seeing him but there was no reason for being upset in his own eyes.&nbsp; He didn't know how his previous pupil felt but had he he would take great care in handling the situations.&nbsp; "All is well Trevor... It was nice seeing you again" he said before Trevor dissappeared into the crowd.&nbsp; <br><br>Stephen continued watching the crowd as he watched Trevor walk away.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Welcome To Hellworld (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>jetblackmirror</strong> on <strong>29-11-2012, 03:30:19</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://thejohncarterfiles.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/12/Dejah-Thoris-Warrior-.jpg)<br><strong>Name:</strong> Anyala<br><strong>Species:</strong> Helka<br><strong>Location:</strong> Meeting Hall<br><strong>Summary:</strong> Bout to kill something. Maybe.<br><strong>Tagged</strong> River, Abby, Amilcar</div> <br>Anyala gave River a small smirk as they left the room, Shred following close by her side. <strong>"Well, we'll simply tell Tara I didn't give you a choice in the matter."</strong> Truth be told, she didn't do well in closed in places. She felt too much like a caged in cat; no real pun intended. Plus, it's been a while since she'd had a good fight, taking down something else other than food. It would be a nice change. <strong>"I'm Anyala."</strong> She told Abby with a slight nod.<br><br>She looked over to Amilcar, still finding her joke from earlier somewhat funny, <strong>"What's your name, pale man?" </strong><br><br><br><br><br><br><hr><div class="floatleft">(http://oi49.tinypic.com/dpwt95.jpg)<br><strong>Name:</strong> Rae<br><strong>Species:</strong> Vampire<br><strong>Summary:</strong> Trying not to get her ass handed to her.<br><strong>Location:</strong> Redemption<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> River, Abby<br><em> "Actually, that guy that shuffled through a while ago? Spotted his group a couple miles out. They got hit by some kind of Demon I never saw before. Tried to run out and help but I was too late. "</em><br><br><strong>"What?"</strong> Was all she said, her eyes widening slightly as the rest of the group jumped in her help. She wasn't shocked or surprised because of the demon... thing, but rather because it was her job to round up to troops so to say. This was her task, and if River didn't suffer the consequences of potentially getting their guests killed, she sure the hell would. <strong>"River, hun, I don't think that's-"</strong><br><br>She was cut off by the arrival of the homestead men. But after that was taken care of, she quickly followed behind the group leaving. <strong>"Excuse me, but you guys really can't be doing this right now. The rest of the groups will be here any time now and I can't have... all of you killed."</strong> She said from behind the group, speeding up her steps some so that she was closer to the front.&nbsp; She looked between Abby and Anyala, <strong>"Especially you two."</strong> She looked over to River, pouting her bottom lip some. <br><br>Anyala let out a soft chuckle at the red head, <strong>"I've never gone into a battle I haven't won. We'll keep the little one safe.</strong></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Welcome To Hellworld (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheRaven</strong> on <strong>29-11-2012, 03:45:39</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://i220.photobucket.com/albums/dd220/KevynsMom/GothGuy.jpg)<br><strong>Name:</strong> Amilcar de Soto<br><strong>Species:</strong> Revenant<br><strong>Location:</strong> Redemption<br><strong>Summary:</strong> Being a shameless undead <br>flirt ... and preparing to use some magic<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Anyala, River</div><br><strong>"Ooh, Anyala,"</strong> Amilcar said. <strong>"Anyala... Anyala,"</strong> he muttered, letting his mouth get used to the name. <strong>"Beautiful name,"</strong> he offered, lying through his teeth. It rang a bit too close to "Anyanka" for his taste. <strong>"As for my name, you can call me whatever you like, but most call me Amilcar,"</strong> he said, doing a sweeping bow and inclining his head. <strong>"Amilcar de Soto, if you'd like to be specific."</strong><br><br>He could feel magical energies seething silently between his fingertips. The revenant was sometimes responsible for the torture of humans in the Magic Kingdom when one got uppity, but he was usually forbidden from killing the subjects of his spells. Not to mention, they were restrained and helpless the whole time. Hopefully, these little problems would be of a non-human variety and they would bother to fight back. Then again, having three people along (and a kitty, whom he would probably protect with the highest priority) who could stand up front and take most of the punishment would be good. This body was nice, he didn't want to damage it too much.<br><br>Amilcar asked River after a pause to make sure he wasn't going to accidentally throw off a fireball before he was supposed to, <strong>"So, who're the baddies du jour?"</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Welcome To Hellworld (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Caela</strong> on <strong>29-11-2012, 04:08:40</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i980.photobucket.com/albums/ae282/caela_ecub/Blondes/ts1-1.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Abigail "Abby" Holden<br><strong>Species:</strong> Human/Slayer<br><strong>Location:</strong> Redemption<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> River, Anyala, Rae, Amilcar<br><br><hr><br><em>"This way Abigail. And the name's River."</em><br><br>Moving forward, Abby glanced at River, a small grin on her lips as she teased gently, "Now see, that wasn't so hard was it? Didn't even hurt did it?"<br><br>She could see the thoughtfulness on his face and knew he had to be wondering why the hell Tara had been willing to keep her. If Tara hadn't shown her what she had, she would have been wondering too. As it was, she knew, but she didn't want to say anything until they were outside the meeting hall. From behind her she could hear Red (she really needed someone to tell her that woman's name!) arguing about them going on whatever mission it was that River had in mind, and she bristled slightly when Anyala called her, "the little one" but it was a title she couldn't really argue. She didn't have the training or stature to have earned anyone's respect yet...but she would.<br><br>When they were outside she glanced up at River again, this time her face was serious, "So, what is it exactly you're going to want us to do? I'm game whatever it is. Tara said she was going to turn me over to the Rangers for training anyway, so I may as well just jump in feet first." Looking up at him she held his gaze for a moment before speaking to him quietly, not so much worried about the others hearing, as still just a bit confused and uncertain about some of the things Tara had shown her. It had all been a jumble after all and she needed to hear some of it from someone else just to make it seem real. "Would it mean anything to you if I told you Tara said I was something called, The Slayer?"<br><br>Her voice was quiet when she asked, not carrying far but the others might have heard. She wasn't trying to keep it a secret, she just still wasn't sure exactly what it all meant. It wasn't as if Tara had handed her an instruction manual! On the heels of that thought, she wondered if there ever had been some sort of guidebook or something for new Slayers. Surely if they'd been around as long as her dreams made it seem there must have been something! Of course if there had been it had, probably, been destroyed when the barriers between dimensions had collapsed and unleashed hell on Earth.<br><br>Still it was something to think on...when she got a chance, she'd ask Tara if there were any old texts about Slayers that she could study.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Welcome To Hellworld (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheRedFear</strong> on <strong>29-11-2012, 07:45:03</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://i1099.photobucket.com/albums/g393/theredfear/MaleCharPics/The-vampire-diaries-2x14-crying-wolf-tyler-lockwood-cap_mid.jpg)<br><strong>Name:</strong> River<br><strong>Species:</strong> Primal - Totemic<br><strong>Location:</strong> Redemption<br><strong>Summary:</strong> Laying out the Heist<br><strong>Tagged</strong> Abigail, Rae, Anyala, Amilcar </div><br>He shrugged when Abigail asked about the 'Slayer'. "I dunno. Anything like The Primal? " He shrugged again, and then turned his attention to the others who'd joined them. Including the strange pale man who...now that he was closer to the man...River noted smelled more than a little dead. Even moreso than Vampires strangely enough. Judging from his question though he seemed interested in joining, and that just might give the extra bit of muscle they needed. <br><br>Well since the two he most needed seemed to be on board whatever the cause, he decided to be a bit more forthcoming. "Well...you all probably know about the Al'Mar, right? That old world supply depot? &nbsp; " The Al'mar was in fact an old Pal-Mart superstore. But the P, the dash, and the T had collapsed back during the onset of the Apocalypse when a stray airstrike meant for a giant snake demon put a crater in the parking lot. <br><br>The "Al'Mar" was now home of a massive Suvolte hive. The vicious demons had only animal-level intellect but their breeding rate was off the charts. The only reason they hadn't bred fast enough to overwhelm the entire region was the lack of sufficient prey to sustain their population past a certain point. And they were brutishly strong and vicious predators. Nobody had ever bothered making a serious effort to dislodge the Suvolte from the area because the Pal-Mart had been picked clean of everything of real value over a decade ago. Food, building supplies, weapons, medicines. Everything with an ounce of survival value...which nowadays was the only thing of value...was all long gone before the Suvolte even moved in and took over the territory from a small group of humans who'd tried to fortify it. <br><br>"There was this old Ranger...died last year. But he said a Suvolte hunter-beast captured him years ago. Brought him back to the hive alive to feed to the hatchlings. The nest was still relatively small back then so with a little Suvolte musk and alot of luck, he managed to sneak out before the young hatched. While he was sneaking out, he said he came across the greatest treasure he'd ever seen since the Fall. He said it was a peice of ancient technology with the power to make men forget their pains and woes, and push them to heights of passion and ferocity the likes of which nobody in this world can even imagine. But no matter how hard he tried he couldn't convince the Enclave or any other Rangers that it was worth the risk of going after it. Nowadays if you can't use it to fill your stomach or gut someone else's nobody seems to care about it all that much. But...I see Rangers every day walk out of the barrier and I can tell from the look in their eyes they have either no intention or no hope of coming back alive. If this treasure can do what he claims it can...I say we need it. &nbsp;" He paused, and looked around. Mainly at Rae, who seemed determined to try and detour this adventure before it even began. How could he make something without a soul understand the need to uplift the souls of those who were about ready to give up on everything? <br><br>OOC: Couldn't figure out how to hyperlink this into the word "Suvolte" so here's a description of the Suvolte. http://buffy.wikia.com/wiki/Suvolte_Demon (http://buffy.wikia.com/wiki/Suvolte_Demon) Most Holdouts consider the Suvolte Hive off-limits. Too dangerous and nothing worth the risk of going into that territory for. The Demon Strongholds occasionally raid the Suvolte for sport, or for shock troops but even they generally steer clear for fear of provoking the entire hive. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Welcome To Hellworld (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vael the Destroyer</strong> on <strong>29-11-2012, 15:51:41</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://i275.photobucket.com/albums/jj307/tylercook777/ash-stymest-and-smoking-gallery.jpg)<br><br><strong>Name:</strong> Keiran<br><strong>Species:</strong> Totem Warrior<br><strong>Location:</strong> Redemption<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> </div><br>Once inside Redemption everything seemed to slip away from Keiran. He didn't know what to do so for a while he just stood, looking like a lost dog. Eventually he moved into the large room just in time to catch a blonde girl talking with Tara Macklay about something. Tara was a legend that even the Totem Warrior knew about, however the girl seemed like she was important to. The vibes she gave off were strong so she had to be something important. Now was not the time for Keiran to be talking to people though. He wanted to sit down and have time to his thoughts. Then he wanted to find the man that could see as far as he could but did nothing to help while his whole clan but him was slaughtered by two Wendigo. <br><br>Keiran found a place to sit down away from most people, directly across the room from where a redheaded vampire was talking to the man that had seen him from the guard tower. The eagle did nothing yet, it was not appropriate for him to talk to the man in front of all of these people. So he waited until the blonde girl was done talking to Tara and came back over. They all started talking and some men got involved along with a very beautiful Helka woman. It seemed like she was quite angry though, her bone sword was nearing the front of a mans pants. Keiran smiled. He knew better than to fuck with a Helka, he would think the Homestead men would know the same thing. Humans were so arrogant. Especially the men. <br><br>Once they moved, so did he, following them but staying quite a ways behind them and on the complete other side so it didn't look so suspicious. Their conversations intrigued Keiran, especially about the treasure they were trying to find. Despite being warned by the beautiful vampire with the red hair, the attractive dark haired male still wanted to go forward with his plan. With a Slayer and a Helka along with him he probably be okay. Except the slayer was new and didn't know what the hell she was doing and he didn't know what the pale man could do, but the man sure did look like he could hold his own. <br><br>"Do you have room for one more?" Keiran's question followed right after the not pale man was done explaining about what the treasure was and how there was a Suvolte demon hive included. If they wanted him along it would give Kieran time to figure out what the hell the 'leader' guy was. Kieran had never heard of a 'Primal' but it was obvious he was some kind of Totem Warrior. Keiran turned his head to the male who was just talking. "All of that observing you do you should know exactly what I can do."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Welcome To Hellworld (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>jetblackmirror</strong> on <strong>29-11-2012, 16:48:36</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://thejohncarterfiles.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/12/Dejah-Thoris-Warrior-.jpg)<br><strong>Name:</strong> Anyala<br><strong>Species:</strong> Helka<br><strong>Location:</strong> Outside<br><strong>Summary:</strong> Bout to kill something, and <br>being completely oblivious <br>to Amilcar's flirting.<br><strong>Tagged</strong> River, Amilcar, Keiran</div> <br>Anyala had a girlish glimmer sparkle in her eye for a moment at the mention of Suvolte demons. She'd found some on occasion, mostly when her hunting groups had gone into caves in search for bears or any other animal that may be living in them. They were tough, but a good fight none-the-less, and definitely nothing that they couldn't take care of if they were quick and careful enough.<br><br>She looked to Amilcar, unaware that he was trying to flirt. She wasn't exactly the best at social ques. <strong>"Your name is nice, too. I suppose."</strong> She said to him before she looked back to River.<br><br><strong>"If this... treasure, is really as important as you say, we should be able to get to it pretty easily. However... we may need some..."</strong> She looked over at Amilcar <strong>"Fire."</strong> Her voice was a bit hesitant, but fire was by far the easiest way to eliminate a nest. Anyala turned at the sound of the voice behind them, her eyes narrowing some. Not in a skeptical way, but more in an observing way. She didn't know who are what this man was. <br><br><strong>"Can you fight?"</strong> She asked.<br><hr><div class="floatleft">(http://oi49.tinypic.com/dpwt95.jpg)<br><strong>Name:</strong> Rae<br><strong>Species:</strong> Vampire<br><strong>Summary:</strong> Trying to be reasonable.<br><strong>Location:</strong> Outside<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Abby, River, Keiran</div> <strong>"The Slayer is more or less a superhuman, created basically to kill&nbsp; vampires and demons and prevent the spread of evil,"</strong> She told River in a slightly uncaring fashion, before going back to her original topic. She listened to everything River had to say, and while it all sounded fine and dandy, if something happened to either of these girls, Tara and Cortez would have her ass.<br><br>She simply looked at him, a exhaling a heavy sigh. <strong>"If either of them get hurt or killed, especially if you go and find nothing, I will hurt you. I will apologize afterwards because you're adorable, but I will still hurt you."</strong><br><br>The voice behind them drew her attention, turning around to see who it had come from. Aww, wasn't he just the cutest thing. Looked like he'd had a rough start, but that was fine. Aside from worrying about being set on fire, at least there were a few new attractive men in redemption. She simply looked back to River to hear what he had to say. With everything going on, she was having trouble keeping track of everyone.<br><br><strong>"Oh!"</strong> She said suddenly, looking back to Abby, <strong>"I'm Rae. So sorry. My manners are horrible."</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Welcome To Hellworld (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vael the Destroyer</strong> on <strong>29-11-2012, 23:13:02</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://i275.photobucket.com/albums/jj307/tylercook777/ash-stymest-and-smoking-gallery.jpg)<br><br><strong>Name:</strong> Keiran<br><strong>Species:</strong> Totem Warrior<br><strong>Location:</strong> Redemption<br><strong>Summary:</strong> Admiring Anyala<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Anyala, River, Abby, Rae</div><br>"Of course I can fight." Keiran turned his attention to the Helka princess. She was stunning and fearsome like he had heard the Helka were. He made a note to stay on her good side. There was no way in hell he wanted her to point that sword at his junk. "And you are from the Helka tribe." Keiran pointed out, turning his blue eyes from the woman to her hellcat, admiring it in a very curious fashion. He wanted to reach out and pet it but was too scared to, so simply held his hands to himself. <br><br>"My name is Keiran and I am a Totem Warrior. In my tribe we were taught about the fearsome Helka warriors and how we should admire them because they can connect with animal spirits just like we can. I never thought I would ever meet one. I am truly honored to be here with you, princess." Keiran bowed to the woman respectively. When back up he turned his gaze to the leader then to the blonde girl then back to the leader. <br><br>"I am here to help if you need me, but I must ask something in return. My brother, lover, and two friends were killed in a Wendigo attack right outside of the city not even an hour ago. I would like to give them a proper burial. I alone can't carry them all and build funeral pyres." Keiran fought back the tears. Watching them all die was one thing, but admitting they were actually dead was on a whole other level of grief. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Welcome To Hellworld (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheRedFear</strong> on <strong>30-11-2012, 00:45:59</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://i1099.photobucket.com/albums/g393/theredfear/MaleCharPics/The-vampire-diaries-2x14-crying-wolf-tyler-lockwood-cap_mid.jpg)<br><strong>Name:</strong> River<br><strong>Species:</strong> Primal - Totemic<br><strong>Location:</strong> Redemption<br><strong>Summary:</strong> Laying out the Heist<br><strong>Tagged</strong> Abigail, Rae, Anyala, Amilcar, Keiran </div><br>"Don't be so certain Anyala. Last time we dared to recon the place, we estimated a minimum of a hundred fully matured Suvolte in that hive. Probably more hatchlings. And that was about two years ago. Their numbers should still be somewhere in that range, but if they've found themselves a stable food source they could easily be three times that now. We <em>think</em> the Vahrall Demons from a nearby stronghold have been raiding the Suvolte territory to keep their numbers from growing too large, too fast since their territory would be over run first if the Suvolte population exploded too quickly. If so they've done a lousy job of it, because the Suvolte have been guarding their perimeter so aggressively that we havn't been able to get a recon party more than a quarter mile into Suvolte territory in a year. &nbsp;" he said, before turning his attention to Rae. Her strange combination of compliment and threat perfectly illustrated his own conflicted feelings of desire and apprehension whenever she was in the same space as him. <br><br>"Well...if you wanted to make sure nothing goes wrong Rae, you could always come with us..." Rae wasn't that much of a fighter compared to other vamps from what he'd observed, but one can never underestimate the value of having a team mate who can be stabbed, shot, clawed, and gutted incessantly and survive as long as they didn't take any wood to the heart or steel to the neck. They made for great forward scouts, testing for traps and such. He'd probably best not speak that part aloud though...heh. <br><br>Besides...she could be just as deadly in a fight as the next vamp for all he knew for sure. He didn't really know that much about her. Her age, her background, what skills and experiences she had. For all he knew she could be a ancient swordmaster who just prefers words to steel. Okay, probably not. But he'd learned never to make assumptions with Vamps. For every half dozen Mitchels, there was a Cortez or a Drusilla lurking in the shadows and you could rarely tell one from the other until the fight was on. Most vamps went down easily enough, but every once in a while you ran into one who could give you the fight of a lifetime. Or a dozen lifetimes as the case may be. <br><br>He turned his attention to Keiran and nodded sympathetically. He'd never heard of Totem Warriors anymore than he'd heard of Slayers. But he'd seen enough of the fight this guy had to know he could handle himself. "I was actually already planning to dispatch a Ranger patrol to do that. Take care of your friends. I saw you guys put up a hell of a fight. What was that thing that attacked you? I've never seen anything like it...." <br><br>He hesitated a moment, remembering the strange surge of loathing he'd felt when he first saw the thing. He didn't know why he felt it though, and just chalked it up to the new sensations that came with his new abilities. "Anyway, sure...we can stop and attend to your friends first. I wouldn't leave any of my people out to be demon fodder. We should probably burn them though. We've learned the hard way that burying bodies results in one of two things around here. Either some demon will sniff out the grave, dig it up, and eat the bodies anyway which just defeats the whole point...or zombies." he shakes his head and adds "Lots and lots of zombies... "
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				Title: <strong>Re: Welcome To Hellworld (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vael the Destroyer</strong> on <strong>30-11-2012, 19:00:29</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://i275.photobucket.com/albums/jj307/tylercook777/ash-stymest-and-smoking-gallery.jpg)<br><strong>Name:</strong> Keiran<br><strong>Species:</strong> Totem Warrior<br><strong>Location:</strong> Redemption<br><strong>Summary:</strong> Talking about Wendigos<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> River, Abby, Anyala, Rae</div><br>"That <em>thing</em>, was a wendigo. Strong and fast like a vampire, but with claws. They are the enemy of all Totem Warriors. In their presence we are not as strong as we usually are." Keiran explained about wendigos. He thought that the man would know what they were seeing as he was probably a Totem Warrior too, but apparently he did not. Keiran was going to have to keep a close eye on him. "The only way to give a proper burial is to burn them. After what the wendigos did to them I highly doubt there would be enough left to make zombies. They don't suck blood, they feed on flesh. I don't even know if their bodies are still there. The Suvolte could have taken them into their hive already. If that is the case I will burn them all alive." Anger boiled up inside of Keiran. Thinking about a hive of demons munching on what's left of his brother and friends pissed him off more than the fact that they were dead. <br><br>"I don't care if there is one hundred or one thousand of them, we have a Helka princess and her hellcat, a slayer who doesn't know what she is doing, an emotional Totem Warrior, and a Totem Warrior who doesn't know that he is one. What could possibly go wrong in this situation?" Keiran turned to face the redheaded vampire, his sarcasm probably not easing her at all, but he still thought it was funny. "If you are truly worried about us, why don't you send the newbie vampire with us. He seems unimportant enough. If we start to lose we can just throw him to the Suvolte and make a run for it."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Welcome To Hellworld (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheRedFear</strong> on <strong>30-11-2012, 22:04:03</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://i1099.photobucket.com/albums/g393/theredfear/MaleCharPics/The-vampire-diaries-2x14-crying-wolf-tyler-lockwood-cap_mid.jpg)<br><strong>Name:</strong> River<br><strong>Species:</strong> Primal - Totemic<br><strong>Location:</strong> Redemption<br><strong>Summary:</strong> Laying out the Heist<br><strong>Tagged</strong> Abigail, Rae, Anyala, Amilcar, Keiran </div><br>He arched a brow at Keiran's description of him. Totem Warrior? Hell he didn't even know what a Totem was. Well they could discuss it on the road he supposed. "You don't need to worry too much about anything making off with their bodies just yet, least of all a Suvolte. the Rangers patrol this territory pretty tightly and most demons steer clear. Not many demons can get as close to the Redemption as that Wendigo did. Helps that he looked human I suppose. At least til he showed his real face.&nbsp; The Suvolte hive at Al'Mar is a good distance to the west. They're territorial. They don't go far from their hive until their numbers grow so large that they have to expand to accomodate the new generation. We need to get a wagon anyway. We can load it with some Pyre supplies."<br><br>He looked to Anyala and said "You train your hellcats to draw those big armored wagons right? Can your Hellcat pull the cart? We'll need it to carry as much loot out of the Al'Mar as possible. "
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				Title: <strong>Re: Welcome To Hellworld (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheRaven</strong> on <strong>01-12-2012, 04:27:15</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://i220.photobucket.com/albums/dd220/KevynsMom/GothGuy.jpg)<br><strong>Name:</strong> Amilcar de Soto<br><strong>Species:</strong> Revenant<br><strong>Location:</strong> Redemption<br><strong>Summary:</strong> Chatting with others<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Abby, Keiran, River</div><br>Amilcar's eyes lit up with excitement when Abby mentioned she was a Slayer. <strong>"Oh!"</strong> he exclaimed, <strong>"So that's where I knew your aura! See, I've met a few Slayers during my time. Granted, I wasn't always going into battle alongside them, but I met them anyway. Nice girls, for the most part. They were a bit off-kilter to be sure, but nice enough."</strong><br><br>Then the Totem Warrior managed to leave him out of the list of merry adventurers. <strong>"And what do I look like, dead weight?"</strong> Amilcar added as an addendum, <strong>"No one take that literally."</strong> He returned his attention to Keiran. <strong>"I am a damned warlock. I cursed, jinxed, hexed, and outright killed a lot of priests to get that title, and I deserve to be called such."</strong><br><br>He added for his part to the planning, <strong>"If you get in close quarters with one of the demons, apply as much blunt force or torque to the neck as possible. Breaking their spinal column, as with a lot of humanoids, tends to kill them immediately... or at least disable them permanently."</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Welcome To Hellworld (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>jetblackmirror</strong> on <strong>01-12-2012, 18:13:18</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://thejohncarterfiles.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/12/Dejah-Thoris-Warrior-.jpg)<br><strong>Name:</strong> Anyala<br><strong>Species:</strong> Helka<br><strong>Location:</strong> Redemption<br><strong>Summary:</strong> Meetin people, learning the plan.<br><strong>Tagged</strong> Keiran, River, Amilcar</div>Anyala was a little taken back by Keiran. Most men she'd ever met feared her, not admired. She let a small smile tug at her lips, feeling surprisingly flattered. <strong>"Keiran."</strong> She acknowledged, giving him a small nod. <br><br>Her smile faded some at his story. She wanted to reach out and place a hand on his shoulder, to try and console him. But, that would be much too out of character for stoic Anyala. Instead, Shred felt Anyala's confliction, and moved to lightly headbutt his hip in an affectionate manner. But that was all Keiran would get from Shred as he returned to Anyala's side.<br><br>Her attention moved back to River. Her eyes widened some at the mention of hundreds. Well, she'd definitely never fought hundreds of Suvolte demons before. The biggest nest they'd ever come across were about twenty, only two were fully mature.<strong> "Then we will definitely need fire. A lot of fire."</strong><br><hr><div class="floatleft">(http://oi49.tinypic.com/dpwt95.jpg)<br><strong>Name:</strong> Rae<br><strong>Species:</strong> Vampire<br><strong>Summary:</strong> Me, fight? Really. Yuck.<br><strong>Location:</strong> Redemption<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> River, Keiran.</div>Rae looked at River, letting a out a scoff at his question. <strong>"Are you kidding me? I'm clearly not dressed to go out demon killing. All of this is designer."</strong> She told him, smoothing out the front of her dress some. Then her eyes moved to Keiran, narrowing some in almost a threatening sort of way. <strong>"Mitchell? I hardly doubt he'd be much help. Plus, I can't do anything with Cortez's vampires without his permission."</strong><br><br><strong>"Look, you guys just try to be quick about this, ok? Don't get hurt, or dead. I need you all back here in an hour and a half at the latest."</strong> She took a step back before she turned, walking towards the groups that had convened at the gate. She found one, and put on a big, award winning smile, and offered to show them to where they were staying.<br><hr><em>"You train your hellcats to draw those big armored wagons right? Can your Hellcat pull the cart? We'll need it to carry as much loot out of the Al'Mar as possible. "</em><br><br>Anyala nodded,<strong> "If it's a smaller cart, Shred should be all right to pull it by himself."</strong> Shred looked up at Anyala with a disapproving look on his face, even letting out an audible sigh. Anyala smiled at him, patting the top of his head. Shred was actually quite small compared to some of the hellcats. He was still fairly young, and he had been the runt. He was by fair the fastest, and quietest of the bunch; which was just as good, if not better than size.<br><br>She looked over to Amilcar with a bit of excitment, <strong>"Oooh, so you could make the fire, and put it out? See, this may be easy after all."</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Welcome To Hellworld (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Caela</strong> on <strong>05-12-2012, 03:00:00</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i980.photobucket.com/albums/ae282/caela_ecub/Blondes/ts1-1.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Abigail "Abby" Holden<br><strong>Species:</strong> Human/Slayer<br><strong>Location:</strong> Redemption<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> River, Anyala, Rae, Amilcar, Keiran<br><br><hr><br>Abby listened as everyone talked. Listened to names, ideas, demon counts, the advice of Rae for them <em>not</em> to go on this crazy mission at all. She considered the fact that Rae said Tara wouldn't like it, and she didn't like the idea of pissing Tara off. Tara hadn't had to keep her, could have turned her over to the men of Homestead (though from what she had heard so far, it would apparently be harder for them to keep her now) but she hadn't. Of course if she hadn't seen what she had in her, things could have fallen out differently. Of course Tara had also said she'd be training with the Rangers, so when better to start than now?<br><br>She had a lot of questions, but nothing truly constructive to offer so she decided to keep her questions to herself for the moment and let the others, those experienced in fighting, figure out their tactics. She also promised herself that after this trip, she wouldn't need others to protect her again. She'd use it as a learning experience and then continue to train and learn. Anyala had seemed, at the very least, amused by her presence, perhaps she would be able to convince her to teach her things that the Rangers couldn't. She intended to be open to any sources of learning made available to her.<br><br>Waiting for a lull in the conversation she did, finally, look to River and ask the one question about all of this that actually concerned her, "So, did the old Ranger tell you what exactly this machine <em>is</em> River? Correct me if I'm wrong, but I assume that's why you were asking me about my mechanical skills. If you know what the thing is, I might be able to tell you the odds of my being able to fix it before you ever head out the gate."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Welcome To Hellworld (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheRedFear</strong> on <strong>05-12-2012, 11:00:01</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://i1099.photobucket.com/albums/g393/theredfear/MaleCharPics/The-vampire-diaries-2x14-crying-wolf-tyler-lockwood-cap_mid.jpg)<br><strong>Name:</strong> River<br><strong>Species:</strong> Primal - Totemic<br><strong>Location:</strong> Redemption<br><strong>Summary:</strong> Revealing the Treasure<br><strong>Tagged</strong> Abigail, Rae, Anyala, Amilcar, Keiran </div><br>He looked at her, debating whether or not it was safe to say more. What if, upon hearing more they too decided like the Enclave had decided, that it wasn't worth it? He was tempted to lie, but frankly...River wasn't much of a liar. And if they were going to risk their hides like this they deserved to know why. To decide for themselves if it was worth it. He glanced about furtively for a moment and then said it. "Rock...and Roll."<br><br>"More specifically, something he called...Aycee Deecee. He said a whole section of their ceedees...whatever those are...were still intact near the Suvolte hatchery. And he spotted a whole aisle of Sound Systems that could play them, that looked salvagable. He said they had the power to ignite a whole new fire in the hearts of anybody who listened to them. Make people remember why and what they were fighting for." 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Welcome To Hellworld (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheRaven</strong> on <strong>05-12-2012, 14:54:31</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://i220.photobucket.com/albums/dd220/KevynsMom/GothGuy.jpg)<br><strong>Name:</strong> Amilcar de Soto<br><strong>Species:</strong> Revenant<br><strong>Location:</strong> Redemption<br><strong>Summary:</strong> Woo! Let's go <br>find some AC/DC CD's!<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> River</div><br>Amilcar stopped in his tracks, and turned to look at River in half-disbelief. <strong>"Wait a moment, let me get this straight,"</strong> he said, pointing a semi-accusatory finger at the Redemption soldier.<br><br><strong>"We're going to attack a Suvolte hive with the sole purpose of grabbing a stereo and some AC/DC CD's?"</strong> The revenant patted the Ranger on the back. <strong>"I knew there was a reason I liked you,"</strong> he said. <strong>"Though AC/DC isn't the only band I think you Rangers you would like. Still, the boys in black are pretty good. They're not exactly magical, but having music is generally good for morale."</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Welcome To Hellworld (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheRedFear</strong> on <strong>05-12-2012, 19:49:55</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://i1099.photobucket.com/albums/g393/theredfear/MaleCharPics/The-vampire-diaries-2x14-crying-wolf-tyler-lockwood-cap_mid.jpg)<br><strong>Name:</strong> River<br><strong>Species:</strong> Primal - Totemic<br><strong>Location:</strong> Redemption<br><strong>Summary:</strong> Back in Black! <br><strong>Tagged</strong> Abigail, Rae, Anyala, Amilcar, Keiran </div><br>He paused as the accusatory finger seemed to drill down into his soul and took a cautionary half-step back "Uhhh......Yeah. Well...more like a few dozen stereos... " he said, thumbing at the Wagon Shred was going to haul for them. He turned and looked at Abigail. "If we can determine which ones still work, or are repairable."<br><br>He relaxed a bit as Amilcar made his approval clear. He even smiled a bit, all self-satisfied and such. Finally! Somebody got it! "Well...all Phil ever talked about was Aycee Deecee, but if there's anything else worth grabbing the more the better."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Welcome To Hellworld (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>jetblackmirror</strong> on <strong>05-12-2012, 20:53:33</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://thejohncarterfiles.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/12/Dejah-Thoris-Warrior-.jpg)<br><strong>Name:</strong> Anyala<br><strong>Species:</strong> Helka<br><strong>Location:</strong> Redemption<br><strong>Summary:</strong> Let's fuck shit up!<br><strong>Tagged</strong> River, Abby, Amilcar, Keiran</div> Anyala looked at each member of the ground as River explained what this "treasure" was. Her eyes landed on Amilcar, who seemed to know what this "sound system" and "aycee deecee" was. Anyala, however, didn't have the slightest idea of what any of those things were. She looked from person to person again, her brow furrowed some in confusion. <strong>"I just... want to kill things."</strong> She told him, giving an affirming nod. Shred was beginning to get bored, however, and gave an over dramatic yawn.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Welcome To Hellworld (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vael the Destroyer</strong> on <strong>06-12-2012, 03:14:20</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://i275.photobucket.com/albums/jj307/tylercook777/ash-stymest-and-smoking-gallery.jpg)<br><strong>Name:</strong> Keiran<br><strong>Species:</strong> Totem Warrior<br><strong>Location:</strong> Redemption<br><strong>Summary:</strong> Questioning Crazy Plans<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> River, Amilcar, Anyala, Abby </div><br>"<strong>We are going to go into a den full of Suvolte demons for a sound system and some music we don't even know if we like just for the chance that it will inspire Rangers to work harder?</strong>" Keiran questioned, his left brow raised high. "<strong>I've heard of some stupid plans before, but this one is up there. I'm in. I think where we are now we might as well humor ourselves by almost getting killed. Not to mention I think she's getting restless since she didn't kill any of the men earlier.</strong>" Keiran turned to Anyala again a smile on his face. He really just wanted to see how good she was in combat. Keiran was also feeling stronger than he ever had before, fueled with the anger and sorrow of watching his brother and friends die before him like his mother did. <br><br>"<strong>I'm excited to show a slayer a trick or two. I could teach you a thing or two about how speed is just as important as physical strength.</strong>" 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Welcome To Hellworld (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vael the Destroyer</strong> on <strong>06-12-2012, 04:01:20</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://i275.photobucket.com/albums/jj307/tylercook777/Trevor.png)<br><strong>Name:</strong> Trevor<br><strong>Species:</strong> Witch<br><strong>Location:</strong> Redemption<br><strong>Summary:</strong> Getting a Grip<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Stephen<br><br>Trevor didn't make it very far before he stopped himself completely, calming himself down so he could think rationally about what was going on. Stephen was back and no matter how much he wanted to hate the man for leaving, he still couldn't stop thinking about he really cared about him. Trevor wasn't really angry at Stephen for leaving the Enclave, he was angry at Stephen for leaving him. He was still coming to grips with his feelings for Stephen when his mentor left. Without thinking about it for another moment the blonde witch whirled back around and started walking quickly back to the large room where everyone was located, blue eyes set on finding Stephen in the mess of people. <br><br><strong>"Hey!"</strong> Trevor called out, his right arm outstretched as he approached Stephen. That arm coiled around the back of his mentor's neck while his left hand cupped the man's face. Only for a second Trevor looked into the eyes of the man in front of him before leaning in, his lips connecting with Stephen's softly for a few moments before he pulled away, lips and arms back to himself. <strong>"Don't leave again."</strong> Was all he said before he walked back out in the hall, headed towards his room. It had been a long day already and it was only just the beginning. </div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Welcome To Hellworld (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Caela</strong> on <strong>06-12-2012, 04:24:36</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i980.photobucket.com/albums/ae282/caela_ecub/Blondes/ts1-1.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Abigail "Abby" Holden<br><strong>Species:</strong> Human/Slayer<br><strong>Location:</strong> Redemption<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> River, Anyala, Rae, Amilcar, Keiran<br><br><hr><br>Abby blinked in surprise when River admitted that what he wanted them to go after was...<em>music</em>! She couldn't suppress the laughter that bubbled in her throat and nearly bent her double, leaving her body shaking and tears rolling down her face once more. She couldn't help it! She didn't know what she'd been expecting that he would think was worth risking all their lives for, but she hadn't expected it to be music! When she could breath again, at last, she wiped the tears from her face and flashed a grin at everyone, she was clearly still amused but able to contain it better, especially as people agreed to go on this crazy mission. <br><br>"I can fix the stereos, but grab as many as we can whether they look salvageable or not. Even the ones I can't fix, I can strip for parts. As for the music, we had plenty of it in Homestead since it's a military base. Anything left behind by the soldiers pretty much got cannibalized. Music ended up being shared as a sort of communal property in what my Father called a 'music library'.&nbsp; <br><br>I'm more of a Jazz girl myself, and there's nothing like a bit of the Blues to really blow your soul...but the men seemed to <em>love</em> their Rock and Roll for training and just before missions," she said with a small shrug. Music and her Father's books had been two of her small joys in Homestead and she had treasured them because joy, in any form, was such a rare thing in the world now.<br><br><em>"I'm excited to show a slayer a trick or two. I could teach you a thing or two about how speed is just as important as physical strength."</em><br><br>Keiran's comment drew her attention and her entire body seemed to almost vibrate with eagerness at his offer! Or at least she was taking it as an offer! "I'm happy to learn anything anyone is willing to teach me. Slayer or not, I haven't been trained to fight properly but will take up any offers to remedy that," she added with a flash of a grin before looking around at everyone, "So, when do we leave?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Welcome To Hellworld (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheRedFear</strong> on <strong>06-12-2012, 08:51:58</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://i1099.photobucket.com/albums/g393/theredfear/MaleCharPics/The-vampire-diaries-2x14-crying-wolf-tyler-lockwood-cap_mid.jpg)<br><strong>Name:</strong> River<br><strong>Species:</strong> Primal - Totemic<br><strong>Location:</strong> Al'Mar<br><strong>Summary:</strong> Scouting the Al'Mar<br><strong>Tagged</strong> Abigail, Anyala, Amilcar, Keiran </div><br>Well that went splendidly. Oh he could have done without being laughed at, but hey...it was kinda funny if he were being honest with himself. With everyone on board River set out in the direction of the Al'Mar. He set a pretty swift and rigorous pace...one that would have been tough even for him to maintain a month or two ago. But he figured if Anyala who, fit as she was, was still ultimately human...at least until entering one of those beserker bonds they were reputed to share with their pets...or the fledgling Slayer had difficulty keeping the pace they could always hitch a ride in the wagon and let the Hellcat pull them along. He assumed the dead man probably didn't experience things like fatigue. As for Keiran, he had no idea what kind of Stamina these so-called 'Totem Warriors' brought to the table. The guy had speed no doubt, but sometimes the candle that burns hottest burns fastest. The pace gave him a chance to get a sense of just what this group was capable of, physically. <br><br>At their pace, they arrived in Suvolte territory in a little under two hours. If anyone failed to notice the signs...the heavy musk in the air, and occasional piles of haphazardly strewn bones...the fact that River noticably slowed down, and kept his hands hovering near his Ranger-issue pair of tomahawks was a clear sign that they were now officially in foreign territory. "Keep tight and quiet. This is their hunting ground. If any of their hunters spot us here we have to kill them quick before they call the whole hive down on us. &nbsp;"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Welcome To Hellworld (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>RainbowRian</strong> on <strong>06-12-2012, 19:57:51</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://www.menshealth.com/celebrity-fitness/uploads/cam-gigandet-ss1-480x415.jpg) </div><strong>Name:</strong> Stephen Marcus Aurelius<br><strong>Species:</strong> Witch<br><strong>Location:</strong> Redemption<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Open<br><hr>Stephen had been sitting back observing and now it was time to move, even if it was out of boredom.&nbsp; He hadn't really planned on showing up to Redemption but was glad that he had.&nbsp; Another surprise for him had been Trevor.&nbsp; He had left the Enclave, only because he didn't believe in the idea of a collective of powers, and that he could use his own power to benefit what causes he deemed worthy.&nbsp; Hearing a shout coming from behind him as he had begun to walk, Stephen spun on his heel watching Trevor approach him.&nbsp; He had a feeling it could turn ugly, but would never raise a hand to the blonde, because he indeed cared for him very much, and had fallen a bit for him before leaving the coven which made it all the more difficult back then.&nbsp; <br><br>As he felt Trevor's arm reach around his neck he could only look up at him.&nbsp; Stephen uttered, "Trevor I-" before his own lips being met by Trevor's.&nbsp; He held to the handsome blonde softly as he kissed him back, then he felt the young man pull away and speak.&nbsp; Left awestruck, Stephen paused for a moment watching the man walk away and then hurriedly went after him calling out "Wait!" as he made his way from the crowd and tried to catch up.&nbsp; <br><br>"Wait, why... where are you going?"&nbsp; He said to Trevor gently.&nbsp; "Im not leaving again... Does Tara know I am here?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Welcome To Hellworld (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vael the Destroyer</strong> on <strong>06-12-2012, 22:44:58</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://i275.photobucket.com/albums/jj307/tylercook777/ash-stymest-and-smoking-gallery.jpg)<br><strong>Name:</strong> Keiran<br><strong>Species:</strong> Totem Warrior<br><strong>Location:</strong> Al'Mar<br><strong>Summary:</strong> Following the leader<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> River, Abby, Amilcar, Anyala </div><br>Despite being mentally and physically exhausted, Keiran was able to keep up with the rest of the group. Usually his stamina would have run out by now but for some reason he was still going on, staying a couple paces behind River at all times. Whether it was a rage inside of him burning to kill something or a new stage in his 'totemic evolution' or whatever his mom called it, Keiran was not sure, but it was surprising to be able to push his body so hard and not feel any repercussions... yet. <br><br>Once River announced that they were in hunting grounds he pulled out the combat knife buckled to his leg quickly and quietly, holding it tightly but not posing like he was ready to strike. For a second Keiran took a quick look at the other members of the group, first Abby, then Amilcar, lastly Anyala and Shred. The same number of people in his earlier group, just add a hellcat. Working in a unit like this was a good idea, but the unit was only as strong as their weakest link. Everyone's life depended on someone else in these situations and Keiran sure as hell didn't trust these people with his life, but he'd rather die than see all hope lost. <br><br><hr><br><div class="floatright">(http://i275.photobucket.com/albums/jj307/tylercook777/Trevor.png)<br><strong>Name:</strong> Trevor<br><strong>Species:</strong> Witch<br><strong>Location:</strong> Redemption<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Stephen, Tara<br><br>Trevor stopped when Stephen called out to him, the skip of a heartbeat keeping him in his place until the other man caught up to him. He turned around to look at Stephen again, his heart beating fast, nervous about what was going to happen now that he had pretty much put his feelings on the table with one kiss. The younger witch was happy when his mentor told him he wasn't leaving again. If Stephen left now Trevor would never forgive him especially since now he was old enough to share his feelings. <br><br>"Good. If you left you'd be an ass." Trevor chuckled, a genuine smile on his face. "Of course she knows you are here. Tara is the strongest witch in the world. She probably knew that you were coming before you were fifty miles away. She just didn't tell me because she knew I wouldn't be happy. And to tell you the truth I wasn't when I first saw you. I was so angry with you for coming back after leaving. But... I uh... I'm happy you're back." Trevor blushed a dark red over his cheeks and the bridge of his nose, his heart still beating quickly, feet shifting. He wasn't good at talking with people, especially not Stephen and especially not now. "I could show you where you will be staying if you want to get settled in before everyone is here."</div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Welcome To Hellworld (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>RainbowRian</strong> on <strong>06-12-2012, 22:56:30</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://www.menshealth.com/celebrity-fitness/uploads/cam-gigandet-ss1-480x415.jpg) </div><strong>Name:</strong> Stephen Marcus Aurelius<br><strong>Species:</strong> Witch<br><strong>Location:</strong> Redemption<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Open<br><hr>As stephen caught up to Trevor, he gently took Trevor's hand hoping that he wouldn't retract from Stephen's hand.&nbsp; He listened to Trevor speak, lost for a moment in his smile, the older witch nodded when Tara was mentioned.&nbsp; "Yes, I very well know how powerful Tara is."&nbsp; Stephen smiled at Trevor as he watched the young man blush.&nbsp; "Sure, I would like to know where i am staying while all of this business goes on, though I don;t know my place amongst it all at the moment to tell you the truth.&nbsp; Plus maybe we can talk about some things?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Welcome To Hellworld (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vael the Destroyer</strong> on <strong>06-12-2012, 23:05:00</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://i275.photobucket.com/albums/jj307/tylercook777/Trevor.png)<br><strong>Name:</strong> Trevor<br><strong>Species:</strong> Witch<br><strong>Location:</strong> Redemption<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Stephen, Tara<br><br>"Your part in this is probably going to be as big as mine. You were Tara's first apprentice. You know stronger magics than I do. Once the fighting starts you will be pivotal in the battle. Tara probably knows that." Trevor's hand gripped onto Stephen's as he talked. He didn't know what was going to happen now that his mentor was back. What he was really scared of was loosing his apprenticeship to Stephen, but he was sure that Tara wouldn't do that and even if she did, Stephen wouldn't take it. In Trevor's eyes, he didn't really need it. <br><br>"Just follow me." Trevor tugged on Stephen's hand, leading him in the direction of the classier living quarters. The more important you are the better you live. Once Stephen got a feel of where Trevor was taking him, he would probably know where they were going. "What did you want to talk about?"</div>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Welcome To Hellworld (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>RainbowRian</strong> on <strong>07-12-2012, 03:46:32</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://www.menshealth.com/celebrity-fitness/uploads/cam-gigandet-ss1-480x415.jpg) </div><strong>Name:</strong> Stephen Marcus Aurelius<br><strong>Species:</strong> Witch<br><strong>Location:</strong> Redemption<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Open<br><hr>As Trevor Gripped his hand, Stephen took in all that was said.&nbsp; <strong>"I see.&nbsp; Well you know as much as I do between Tara and my self mentoring you.&nbsp; You have become quite the impressive witch Trevor."</strong>&nbsp; No matter what went on while he was in redemption it would not change the views he had on everything.&nbsp; He would still stay seperate from the coven that much was clear.&nbsp; Stephen enjoyed the company of Trevor, and was taking once more a fondness to him.&nbsp; <strong> "Alright" </strong>&nbsp; He spoke, following the handsome man unaware of where he was going exactly.&nbsp; <strong>"&nbsp; I wanted to talk about what happened.. I didn't leave the coven because of you or anything you did.&nbsp; You know that correct?"</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Welcome To Hellworld (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vael the Destroyer</strong> on <strong>07-12-2012, 04:00:26</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://i275.photobucket.com/albums/jj307/tylercook777/Trevor.png)<br><strong>Name:</strong> Trevor<br><strong>Species:</strong> Witch<br><strong>Location:</strong> Redemption<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Stephen<br><br>"A lot of my power is rooted in emotions still. The more angry I get the more power I have. It kind of sucks but that's usually how your power is when you are still a teenager." Trevor spoke, taking Stephen deeper into Redemption's sleeping quarters. "I figured you didn't leave because of me. We got along really well the whole time you were mentoring me. I came to the conclusion that it was probably the constant upkeep of magic all of us have to stream into the barrier to keep it up. It's a lot to deal with even for me and I've been doing it for almost four years now." After a few minutes of walking&nbsp; they finally approached where Trevor was taking them. It was Stephen's old room. Tara hadn't moved anyone else in there probably because there were no new witches in the coven since Stephen left and the witches were kept separate from the rest of the members. <br><br>"I know that just because you are back it doesn't mean that you are going to be coming back into the coven, but I'm pretty sure Tara would be okay if you had your own room back." Trevor let go of the other man's hand temporarily to open the door to Stephen's old room. Quite frequently when Stephen was still part of the coven Trevor would spend as much time with him as he could, a lot of it spent in the very same room he was standing in front of. "And if she has a problem with it you can have my bedroom." Trevor blushed again, his eyes downcast to his feet as if to hide it though he knew Stephen had seen it. Trevor sure as hell didn't want Stephen staying with the rangers. </div>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Welcome To Hellworld (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>RainbowRian</strong> on <strong>07-12-2012, 04:16:55</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://www.menshealth.com/celebrity-fitness/uploads/cam-gigandet-ss1-480x415.jpg) </div><strong>Name:</strong> Stephen Marcus Aurelius<br><strong>Species:</strong> Witch<br><strong>Location:</strong> Redemption<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Open<br><hr>Stephen nodded <strong>"Powers do come from your emotions, just channel it."</strong>&nbsp; As they were walking Stephen noticed a familiarity in his surroundings.&nbsp; <strong>"You are right.&nbsp; I don't inparticular take a fodness to being told how to use my gift, but if I had known this were all going to happen I would probably have stayed.&nbsp; I am very proud of you Trevor."</strong>&nbsp; Stephen enterred his old room, his fingers lightly tracing shelves and books, all the things he had left behind.&nbsp; He was brought from the daydreams from Trevor's entrancing voice.&nbsp; <strong>" Right again, I haven't really found a reason to stay here yet, but if it came down to it I may.&nbsp; That also depends on how it is after all this is over."</strong>&nbsp; Stephen turned to hear Trevor's comments and catch the blush before moving close to him and lifting his chin gently. <strong>" It doesn;t sound like such a bad thing if Tara weren't to like it."</strong> he spoke as he leaned in to meet Trevor's lips. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Welcome To Hellworld (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>jetblackmirror</strong> on <strong>07-12-2012, 05:39:06</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://oi49.tinypic.com/dpwt95.jpg)<br><strong>Name:</strong> Rae<br><strong>Species:</strong> Vampire<br><strong>Summary:</strong> Trying to figure out <br>what she's going to do. <br>Real mad.<br><strong>Location:</strong> Redemption<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Todd</div> It was safe to say, Rae was not a happy camper, nor was Tara. Rae had said for them to be back in an hour and a half, and it had now been two hours. If not longer. Tara had talked briefly to each of the larder groups who had arrived, and then had to send them away because she was missing some of the vital people she needed to talk to. She had a long, stern talk with Rae, and Rae said she would figure something out. Fuming on the inside, Rae went to the head ranger. <strong>"I need someone who knows the area and can fight. Preferably not human."</strong><br><br>He gave her sort of an odd look, crossing his arms. "I reckon you would probably know someone more than I would. All of my rangers can fight and know the area, and some of them or less human than others. But I suppose if you want a tough sonofabitch, I'd talk to Todd. He's not one of my men, but he's tough. Part Tarrack daemonling. Fought off a group of vamps today."<br><br><strong>"Where can I find him?"</strong><br><br>"Headed towards the ranger barracks. Probably takin a rest."<br><br>She said a quick thanks and then sped off as fast as she could, her heels tapping viciously on the hard ground. After asking a few more people, she eventually found out what room this Todd guy was staying in. She gave three good knocks to the door, then crossed her arms as she waited.<br><hr><div class="floatright">(http://thejohncarterfiles.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/12/Dejah-Thoris-Warrior-.jpg)<br><strong>Name:</strong> Anyala<br><strong>Species:</strong> Helka<br><strong>Location:</strong> Outside of Al'Mar<br><strong>Summary:</strong> Strategizing, maybe?<br><strong>Tagged</strong> River, Abby, Amilcar, Keiran</div> Anyala kept up. Stamina wasn't really a problem for her. Years of running and hunting had helped that. Shred, however, looked like he gave little to know fucks. He pulled the wagon, and kept up, but occasionally stopped to smell things, or just to be a dick. Shred was funny like that. He tried to keep close to Anyala though, or Keiran, finding himself liking him for whatever reason. Not Amilcar, though, simply because Amilcar liked him too much.<br><br>Anyala pulled two short swords made of razor sharp bone from her belt. She looked to River, <strong>"Shred and I can go in a first and clear a path. We'll be quiet and quick."</strong> She offered, trying to think of the the best way to go about it this. A big group may be too noticable right off the bat, but if they could clear some of the trash, it may may things easier for them.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Welcome To Hellworld (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheRedFear</strong> on <strong>07-12-2012, 06:39:03</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://i1099.photobucket.com/albums/g393/theredfear/MaleCharPics/The-vampire-diaries-2x14-crying-wolf-tyler-lockwood-cap_mid.jpg)<br><strong>Name:</strong> River<br><strong>Species:</strong> Primal - Totemic<br><strong>Location:</strong> Al'Mar<br><strong>Summary:</strong> Gor'slugg!<br><strong>Tagged</strong> Abigail, Anyala, Amilcar, Keiran </div><br>"Hmm...no. If things get bad we can just break him loose from the wagon so he can move and fight freely but reharnessing him takes too long to do in the middle of hostile territory. If things get to the point that we're cutting him loose from the wagon, it's because it's time to haul ass out of here, loot be damned. We should... &nbsp;" he froze mid-sentence as the wind shifted. Then his head snapped in the direction the wind came from. Shred smelled it too,...Anyala too probably, through her bond with the beast. <br><br>A wave of musk, rising up out of the ground beneathe their feet. Normally it was the last thing a person ever smelled. "Gor'Slugg!"<br><br>That was all that really needed to be said. Everyone...with the possible exception of Abigail, who'd lived a rather sheltered life up til now...knew what that meant. Scatter, and hope you didn't lose your leg...if not your life...in the next second and a half. That was normally all the notice you had as the ground under your feet shifted just before a Gor'slugg attack. Luckily this group consisted of members with noses acute enough to smell the creature's vile musk rising up out of the ground as it used it's digestive acids to liquify the earth it burrowed through which afforded them the luxury of three seconds warning instead. <br><br>Sure enough the ground beneathe the group was already softening and shifting as the slugs voracious maw exploded from the earth beneathe them. River was already diving and...unless she&nbsp; had responded quickly enough on her own...had tackled Abigail along with him, carrying her clear of the danger. Well, the immediate danger. He'd turned toward Abigail first, figuring she was the least likely to know what to do when somebody shouted 'Gor'slugg'. <br><br>The monster exploded out of the ground, his voracious maw gnashing with with frustration as it sought a meal. A limb at the very least. It was damned rare for a Gor'slugg to come out of the earth and not end up with <em>something</em> tasty in it's mouth. <br><br>(http://i1099.photobucket.com/albums/g393/theredfear/CreaturesAliens/K27lor27slug_TOR.jpg)<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Welcome To Hellworld (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cold Heritage</strong> on <strong>07-12-2012, 07:14:43</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://img208.imageshack.us/img208/7824/post4km.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Todd Wainwright<br><strong>Species:</strong> Tarrack Daemonling<br><strong>Location:</strong> Redemption<br><strong>Summary:</strong> Keeping It Copacetic<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Rae<br><br><hr>Todd's sleep was the merciful blackness of deep exhaustion. Some nights, he would dream. And those nights were the worst. Because he always dreamed of the old world and the people he had known within it. Even remembering the bad times in the old world resulted in remembering better times than those he experienced in this new broken world. Remembering a fight with his mother over something stupid and petty; having his bike stolen and raising trouble to try and get it back; that first awkward time with a Kwaini demon; and so many other things that only served to show just how fucked things were now. Todd did not really need to remember those things. Not now. Probably not ever. It simply did not serve to recall reading the first half of <em>Catcher In The Rye</em> and concluding Holden was a little bitch. <br><br>It was a result of living in this new hellscape world that had Todd awaken from his sleep at the first knock. If you slept through noise like that, you died. Or you were something powerful enough that you had servants to watch you while you slept and anyone who woke you up would be having a very bad last few seconds of life. Todd wanted to pretend that he had not heard that knock, and even though he jolted awake he remained on his stomach with his eyes closed. Then two more knocks came and Todd made a sound that was something like, 'murble,' into his pillow and got up. At some point he had disrobed and was as bare to the world as the day he was born, but Todd did not remember having done so - he remembered simply being so bone-weary that he had collapsed in bed, boots and all. Perhaps he had somnambulantly disrobed. Those who might know had better factoids to be concerned with.<br><br>So the daemonling rolled over, his large feet hitting the floor softly. That it was more softly than it should have been did not register with Todd. It was just a wonder that he was not frothing at the mouth like a rabid dog at being so casually awakened. It was there, lurking perpetually, but even his anger seemed to be as tired as the rest of him, and could not muster much of anything. He padded across the room, taking only a handful of steps while he rubbed the sleep from his eyes. Todd opened the door wide, unintentionally displaying all the goods to whomever was on the other side. He continued to rub at his eyes, feeling way too tired to deal with much of anything.<br><br>"I am sleep-walking right now, but hello." Todd said, lowering his arm, as he spoke his blatant lie. The resultant contact gave off the sound of skin on skin, but Todd just did not register that particular reality. He sort of half-realized that he was looking at an important vampire. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Welcome To Hellworld (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>jetblackmirror</strong> on <strong>07-12-2012, 07:32:42</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://oi49.tinypic.com/dpwt95.jpg)<br><strong>Name:</strong> Rae<br><strong>Species:</strong> Vampire<br><strong>Summary:</strong> Scopin' out the goods.<br><strong>Location:</strong> Todd's Room<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Todd</div>The door swung open and there he stood. All of him. Really. A slight blush pinkened her cheeks and she looked away. Dispite her anger, she let out a girlish giggle. She looked back at her, her eyes not-so-shamefully looking him over. They briefly scanned over his chest, then abdomen, then lingered a bit lower of his displayed jewels befor finally looking back up to his face. And she really did have to look up. Even in heals he still towered over her.<br><br><strong>"Ah, Well. I'm sorry to disrupt your naked slumber... but um, I was hoping you could help me."</strong> She bit her lip in an alluring sort of way, uncrossing her arms. <strong>"But if you're too tired I understand, but.. it's sort of... important."</strong> She pouted her bottom lip out some, breathing in a deep, unneeded breath.<br><hr><div class="floatright">(http://thejohncarterfiles.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/12/Dejah-Thoris-Warrior-.jpg)<br><strong>Name:</strong> Anyala<br><strong>Species:</strong> Helka<br><strong>Location:</strong> Outside of Al'Mar<br><strong>Summary:</strong> Damn!<br><strong>Tagged</strong> River, Abby, Amilcar, Keiran</div> Anyala was about to protest when that foul musky smell filled her nostrils. Before River even finshed his shout she had jumped back, crouching low as the creature errupted from the ground violently. Shred let out a low growl as an animalistic smile spread over Anyala's face.<br><br>The demon swipped at her with a the sharp point of one of it's legs. She jumped over it as easily as if she were jumping rope, spinning it time to meet another one of it's limbs with a powerful swing of her sword. The creature let out a loud screech, which she quickly realized may be potentially bad for them.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Welcome To Hellworld (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cold Heritage</strong> on <strong>07-12-2012, 08:38:10</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://img208.imageshack.us/img208/7824/post4km.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Todd Wainwright<br><strong>Species:</strong> Tarrack Daemonling<br><strong>Location:</strong> Todd's Room<br><strong>Summary:</strong> Not Inviting Rae Inside<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Rae<br><br><hr>The fullest ramifications of 'naked slumber' did not click to Todd's unrested mind. Being on display did not especially bother him; he had a lot to be proud of. He looked down at himself and then made a noise that expressed curiousity. A sort of 'how did this happen?' noise that suggested that maybe Todd was not who Rae wanted - anyone without the presence of mind to know when they lost their clothes probably was a liability. Todd had only had about eight hours of sleep in the past five days, and while that might have flown as an excuse in the old world there were no free rides in the hellworld. He did not reply immediately to Rae's insistence that whatever she wanted was important, and instead turned and padded around in his room for several moments. He eventually found pants, and then struggled to get them on, fumbling sleepily with them until finally he was clad in bifurcated integuments in the manner to which humankind had become accustomed. Then he returned to the doorway. <br><br>"What," Todd began, "is it you think I can do for you?" Things were beginning to become clearer. Slowly, ponderously. "If it's really important, don't you have your own resources to mobilize?" His brows knitted with mistrust. Despite all of his flaws and all of the areas he was found - egregiously - wanting, he was a Ranger and that meant he did not fall in with Los Vampiros on the force organization chart.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Welcome To Hellworld (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>jetblackmirror</strong> on <strong>07-12-2012, 09:00:04</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://oi49.tinypic.com/dpwt95.jpg)<br><strong>Name:</strong> Rae<br><strong>Species:</strong> Vampire<br><strong>Summary:</strong> Not being invited in.<br><strong>Location:</strong> Todd's Room<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Todd</div> Rae found herself somewhat amused by this hulking man, but at the same time it appeared he may not have it together enough to do what she need, or to fully comprehend at the moment. She watched as he meandered around, deciding if whether or not she even wanted to bother asking him. She was about to tell him to forget about it when she spoke. She stood outside of the invisible force field, clearing her throat softly before she spoke.<br><br><strong>"Well, a ranger took some people out earlier to the... Al'Mar? To look for some "treasure","</strong> She told in, biting her lower lip some as she paused for a moment, <strong>"Tara needs some of those people - namely the slayer and the helka princess - here to discuss some matters. It's been a few hours, and I need someone who knows the area and is... strong, to help me find them."</strong> She paused again, looking at his face from afar to try to get a read on him. <strong>"Or maybe at least tell me the likelyhood of them coming back alive?"</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Welcome To Hellworld (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cold Heritage</strong> on <strong>07-12-2012, 10:26:57</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://img208.imageshack.us/img208/7824/post4km.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Todd Wainwright<br><strong>Species:</strong> Tarrack Daemonling<br><strong>Location:</strong> Todd's Room<br><strong>Summary:</strong> WUB WUB WUB WUUUUUB<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Rae<br><br><hr>Todd looked at Rae, and his eyes narrowed. He tried to deduce whether the vampire was lying to him, because the story she just fed him was utterly ludicrous. He pressed the pads of his hands into his eyes and rubbed, and then let out a long, slow breath. "If Tara wants it to happen, I guess I can throw my life away." He said grudgingly, as sacrificing himself to buy time for escape was about all he could do if a the Slayer and a Helka Princess were in the sort of trouble that they needed rescuing from. Granted,&nbsp; Todd had never met a Slayer, but, well, everyone sort of knew that they were Kind Of A Big Deal. And the Helka were Not To Be Fucked With. And the use of upper case was merited, without argument and not subject to debate.<br><br>"I'm about twenty years past my best before, anyway." Todd mumbled to himself, walking around his room and getting himself dressed and kitted up to go back out into the shit. There was a marked difference - he still showed signs of bone-deep weariness, but there was less fumbling and clumsiness to his actions. A sort of efficiency brought on by muscle memory taking over. In roughly a minute, he was ready to go, and out in the hallway with the red-headed vampire. <br><br>"If it's really the Slayer, then the odds of them coming back alive are as good as they're ever gonna be." Todd said. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Welcome To Hellworld (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Caela</strong> on <strong>07-12-2012, 14:59:01</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i980.photobucket.com/albums/ae282/caela_ecub/Blondes/ts1-1.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Abigail "Abby" Holden<br><strong>Species:</strong> Human/Slayer<br><strong>Location:</strong> Redemption<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> River, Anyala, Rae, Amilcar, Keiran<br><br><hr><br>Abby was able to keep up with the others fairly easily. Homestead might not teach it's women how to fight, but it <em>was</em> a military base, run by military men who expected everyone to be in fighting shape. Running laps around the base was a pretty common occurance and Abby had had stamina before she'd inherited a Slayer's powers. Now it seemed that, like her strength, had increased as well. She found it interesting that she could hold the pace, without flagging, for as long as they did. She'd never been a slouch at distance running but it had always tired her out before. It made her wonder just what her new limits really were.<br><br><em>"Gor'Slugg!"</em><br><br>Abby was about to ask what a Gor'Slugg was when River suddenly dove into her, carrying her to the ground him. Looking up at him she couldn't see, so much as feel, the demon rip it's way up out of the ground. Instead all she could see was River's face and the thread of terror that ran through her came out as irreverence, which was common for her, "Thanks but if you wanted to be on top, you should have chosen a better time." <br><br>Knowing there was more going on that just taunting River, she pushed him up while murmuring, "Go help the others, I'll stay out of the way and act as look-out," and then just stared in amazement at what she was seeing once he moved! She had known she'd been sheltered but she hadn't realized, until that moment, just <em>how</em> sheltered she'd been! Seeing the beast before her she found herself caught between conflicting urges. One side of her brain was screaming at her to run, and <em>fast</em>, while the other half of her brain wanted to drive something sharp and pointy through the things brain!<br><br>Since she didn't actually have anything sharp and pointy, or even something that would make the beast explode, she had already decided the wisest course of action was to step back away from the fray and act as a look-out so that those fighting wouldn't need to worry about something coming up behind them while they were engaged. Watching them fight was a reminder of how much she had to learn, and even while she kept her eyes out for more trouble, a part of her brain was watching, analyzing, and storing away what was happening, who and how they were doing it, and what effect it had so that she could ask questions later.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Welcome To Hellworld (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheRedFear</strong> on <strong>08-12-2012, 08:08:48</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://i1099.photobucket.com/albums/g393/theredfear/MaleCharPics/The-vampire-diaries-2x14-crying-wolf-tyler-lockwood-cap_mid.jpg)<br><strong>Name:</strong> River<br><strong>Species:</strong> Primal - Totemic<br><strong>Location:</strong> Al'Mar<br><strong>Summary:</strong> Gor'slugg Rodeo!<br><strong>Tagged</strong> Abigail, Anyala, Amilcar, Keiran </div><br><br>"Tsk, tsk. I'm the kinda guy who'd at least bring you dinner and a whiskey shot first. " Hey...nowadays that's quite an offer. Whiskey doesn't exactly fall off trees anymore. <br><br>When River got off of her and spun to face the the fifteen-foot gorslugg...actually kind of a runt...Abigail would notice a weight on her chest. He'd left her one of his Tomahawks. Kukris and Tomahawks were popular choices amongst Rangers. Tomahawks perhaps moreso than Kukris, simply because the tomahawks were already in use by US Army Rangers...two of whom were responsible for whipping Redemption's Rangers into shape when they first arrived. Also because workable metal was a bit too much of a commodity to waste on bigger weapons like swords, and Tomahawks and Kukris doubled as effective survival tools out in the wastes. <br><br>River was partial to Tomahawks himself. With a good swing the spike end could puncture steel plate armor. Meaning he could kill or at least bleed all but the most invincible of demons. The broad side was easily capable of taking limbs and heads alike, or chopping firewood. And when all else fails they were well balanced for throwing. <div class="floatright">(http://i1099.photobucket.com/albums/g393/theredfear/SettingPics/WeaponsAndVehicles/UC2765_full_81610.jpg)</div><br>River sprinted at the Slugg's back as it focused on Anyala, leaping through the air and digging the spike-end of his tomahawk into the Slugg's thick and sandpapery skin. With his other hand he grabbed one of the spikey antennae over it's head, partially blinding the creature and he pulled back, trying to force it to expose it's tender underbelly to the others. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Welcome To Hellworld (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vael the Destroyer</strong> on <strong>08-12-2012, 18:11:03</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://i275.photobucket.com/albums/jj307/tylercook777/ash-stymest-and-smoking-gallery.jpg)<br><strong>Name:</strong> Keiran<br><strong>Species:</strong> Totem Warrior<br><strong>Location:</strong> Al'Mar<br><strong>Summary:</strong> Action<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> River, Abby, Amilcar, Anyala </div><br>Keiran wasted no time jumping back once River screamed out that there was a Gor'slugg underneath them. He was the first to jump back and he jumped back further than anyone, watching as River tackled Abby to the ground. The Gor'slugg wasn't as big as it could have been, but it was still much larger than any other demon he had seen in his whole existence. It was intimidating because of it size and odd appearance so for a few moments all Keiran could do was cock his head to the side and get a really good look at it, all the while Anyala cutting off one of it's legs and River jumping on it's back like Rambo with a tomahawk. After he saw a exposed weak spot was when he moved, his blade pointed right at the underbelly of the beast. In two bounds he was there, stabbing the demon and slicing across the exposed flesh then following all the way though with his running motion until he stopped right by Anyala, the Gor'slugg screaming in pain as it's belly opened wider the more it moved, ripping skin. The noise was almost as disgusting as the smell of the demon's innards spewing out of it's belly. <br><br>"Yep. We are all going to die." Keiran said in a sarcastic tone, wiping his blade off with a piece of torn cloth he kept in his pocket. <br><br><hr><br><div class="floatright">(http://i275.photobucket.com/albums/jj307/tylercook777/Trevor.png)<br><strong>Name:</strong> Trevor<br><strong>Species:</strong> Witch<br><strong>Location:</strong> Redemption<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Stephen<br><br>Trevor smiled as Stephen leaned in to meet his lips, the blush still apparent on his skin as their lips pressed together in perfect harmony. A low humming started in the bottom of Trevor's throat and as they pulled away from each other again, a scheming smirk on his face. <br><br>"We could just act like she doesn't want you to have your room back. My bed is big enough for the both of us." Trevor's arms coiled around Stephen's midsection as he moved closer, bringing their torsos together as their lips came together again as well. This time Trevor went for quick, teasing kisses. He wanted to toy with Stephen a little bit before they got a little bit too hot and heavy. "I might have to give you a reason to stay too." The smile on Trevor's face getting larger as he moved from Stephen's lips to the left side of his face, nibbling and kissing the strong jawline that was so exposed in front of him. </div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Welcome To Hellworld (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>RainbowRian</strong> on <strong>08-12-2012, 18:23:55</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://www.menshealth.com/celebrity-fitness/uploads/cam-gigandet-ss1-480x415.jpg) </div><strong>Name:</strong> Stephen Marcus Aurelius<br><strong>Species:</strong> Witch<br><strong>Location:</strong> Redemption<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Open<br><hr>As they kissed once more Stephen ran his fingers through Trevor's soft hair.&nbsp; pulling away he noticed a look that he was all too familiar with even after being gone for so long.&nbsp; After Trevor suggested that Stephen sleep in his bedroom anyway, Stephen replied <strong>"Well I suppose if you would like me to, then I can not turn down such hospitality"</strong> and smiled chuckling a bit.&nbsp; As trevor pulled them together once more, the moment was filled with light kisses, meant to tease their target and stephen got a feeling in his stomach as though butterflies were prancing around, or he had just consumed large amounts of champagne fizz.&nbsp; As Trevor kissed along his jawline getting closer to his neck, Stephen could feel himself nearly quiver and turned to look the handsome man in the eyes. <strong>"First thing is first though.&nbsp; I do need to bathe and shave, plus I am sure I still have some old clothes that will fit in my old room.&nbsp; Also.. keep going in this direction and I will be staying no matter what the outcome of all of this." </strong> He smiled down at the younger man.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Welcome To Hellworld (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheRaven</strong> on <strong>08-12-2012, 19:28:23</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://i220.photobucket.com/albums/dd220/KevynsMom/GothGuy.jpg)<br><strong>Name:</strong> Amilcar de Soto<br><strong>Species:</strong> Revenant<br><strong>Location:</strong> On the way to Al'Mar<br><strong>Summary:</strong> Being Amilcar<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> River, Keiran, Abby, Anyala</div><br>As the beast writhed in its death throes from Keiran's attack on its weak point for massive damage, Amilcar summoned a fireball into his hand, and summarily lobbed it at the demon. He seemed rather disappointed that his attack seemed to have done very little, as its guts had already been spread out on the ground.<br><br><strong>"Here I was thinking I would get to play,"</strong> the revenant said. <strong>"Ah well. At least I get to burn down a building later."</strong> He sidestepped the blood and guts now baking in the sun and peered into the distance. <strong>"Is that the place?"</strong> he asked River, ignoring the fact that he had nearly set the Ranger on fire just seconds before.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Welcome To Hellworld (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vael the Destroyer</strong> on <strong>08-12-2012, 23:29:24</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://i275.photobucket.com/albums/jj307/tylercook777/Trevor.png)<br><strong>Name:</strong> Trevor<br><strong>Species:</strong> Witch<br><strong>Location:</strong> Redemption<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Stephen<br><br>"Aww." A twinkle appeared in Trevor's blue eyes when Stephen told him that he would stay if things kept going in the direction they were. "As far as bathing goes it's good that you are concerned about how you smell before we go any further. Shaving though... that's another story." Trevor ran a smooth hand over Stephen's scruff, the noise bringing joy to his ears. "Your scruff gives you a manly man appearance. It's pretty hot if I do say so myself." The blue eyed witch traced the movement of his hand across Stephen's face with his bottom lip, feeling the hard prickle of facial hair against his soft lips while they moved over the other's ear, taking the earlobe between them then nibbling gently on it before letting go as quickly as he got started. "If you need any help in the shower you'll know where to find me." Trevor said as he let go of Stephen, leaving his mentor alone while he made his way to his room where he would be waiting. </div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Welcome To Hellworld (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Caela</strong> on <strong>09-12-2012, 00:41:36</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i980.photobucket.com/albums/ae282/caela_ecub/Blondes/ts1-1.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Abigail "Abby" Holden<br><strong>Species:</strong> Human/Slayer<br><strong>Location:</strong> Redemption<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> River, (watching Anyala, Rae, Amilcar, Keiran)<br><br><hr><br>Abby actually managed to laugh at River's crack about dinner and a shot of whiskey before he pushed up and ran off into the fray. Feeling something heavy on her chest she looked down and saw the weapon he'd left there. She knew it was some sort of axe but she was going to have to ask later for specifics. It looked like it had a lot of uses, not just killing things like the demon before them. Pushing herself up to her feet she let the weapon fall neatly into her right hand, her wrist turning slowly, getting a feel for the weight and balance of it. It should have felt awkward and uncomfortably, something so foreign to her grip, instead it was a comfort and she, instinctively, tightened her grip and shifted her hand to give it the best balance for her smaller grip.<br><br>Watching the battle before her, it seemed to both take forever, and no time at all. She watched as the demon's guts were spilled even while keeping her eye's open for movement around them. She didn't see anything, but the noise they were making was sure to draw something's attention eventually. Especially since River had said they were already in Suvolte territory.<br><br>Amilcair burning the thing was impressive, though frightening as well with the fire being thrown so close to their warriors as it was. She was glad to be further back while the demon started to burn.<br><br>When the battle was done she approached River, holding his axe handle out toward him to return it.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Welcome To Hellworld (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheRedFear</strong> on <strong>09-12-2012, 04:06:04</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://i1099.photobucket.com/albums/g393/theredfear/MaleCharPics/The-vampire-diaries-2x14-crying-wolf-tyler-lockwood-cap_mid.jpg)<br><strong>Name:</strong> River<br><strong>Species:</strong> Primal - Totemic<br><strong>Location:</strong> Al'Mar<br><strong>Summary:</strong> On the alert. <br><strong>Tagged</strong> Abigail, Anyala, Amilcar, Keiran </div><br>"Hey, watch it! Eyebrows like these are hard to replace!" He yelled as he leapt back, kicking off the dying demon beast. Though judging from his lighthearted tone he did not seem to have actually been concerned regardless of how close a call it had been. He gave his tomahawk a short strong swing to shake the ichorous blood of the Gor'slugg off of it before looking around. <br><br>He gave Abby a slight headshake when she offered him the other one back "Hold onto it...after all the noise we just made, I got a feelin' yer gonna need it in a minute. "<br><br>He strained his senses, to see if any Suvolte were incoming. If so they were downwind and keeping damn quiet cuz he had nothing. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Welcome To Hellworld (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>RainbowRian</strong> on <strong>09-12-2012, 05:10:35</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://www.menshealth.com/celebrity-fitness/uploads/cam-gigandet-ss1-480x415.jpg) </div><strong>Name:</strong> Stephen Marcus Aurelius<br><strong>Species:</strong> Witch<br><strong>Location:</strong> Redemption<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Open<br><hr>Stephen smiled as his sight met Trevor's and he saw the sparkle his comment had given them. He shivered in delight as his jaw was touched again.&nbsp; It had been some time since someone else touched him at all let alone out of affection, but He hadn't really looked for it since he had left the Enclave, all because of Trevor. The reason he had taught the young man in the first place, without Tara knowing was all because he had found him attractive even then but hadn't made a move. <strong>"Yes, well perhaps I shall keep the scruff then. "</strong>&nbsp; Stephen had let himself go a bit, so to say.&nbsp; He had never been one to grow much chest hair, and he never had back hair either, it was usually his face that grew the most, that and his stomach and below his waist.&nbsp; Stephen stifled a moan as Trevor nibbled his ear, his jaw clenching a bit as he grit his teeth.&nbsp; <strong>"Well.. I will keep that in mind, but now that you mention it I may need help washing my back.. I will find a way to let you know."</strong>&nbsp; he smiled, winked, and kissed him goodbye before heading to his old room.&nbsp; <br><br>Stephen opened the door to the room and was welcomed by a sight just as he had left it, except it looked as though time had not ravaged it.&nbsp; There were no cobwebs, yet nothing had been moved.&nbsp; He made his way to the closet and pulled out a blue and gold outfit, worthy of any decent witch and made his way to his old private bathroom where he layed the clean clothes down, and turned on the water, letting it warm as he folded his old clothes and got in amongst the steam, moaning gently as the warm water wahed part of his muscle pain away.&nbsp; He pulled off an old bandage from a previous battle he had fought before arriving that he hadn't quite had time to properly heal.&nbsp; The water washed away the clotted blood and Stephen hissed as he placed his hand over it, chanting a healing spell, as it closed. still leaving a silvery, fresh scar.&nbsp; <br><br>After healing his small wound Stephen lathered up some soap and began to slowly wash his body, letting the steam swirl around him as he thought about Trevor, his manhood stirring slightly and he blinked the thoughts of it from his mind, swallowing gently.&nbsp; As he continued washing he thought about how he was going to wash his back, channeling the thoughts to Trevor in his room so perhaps he would pick them up, audible only to him.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Welcome To Hellworld (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>jetblackmirror</strong> on <strong>10-12-2012, 03:34:58</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://oi49.tinypic.com/dpwt95.jpg)<br><strong>Name:</strong> Rae<br><strong>Species:</strong> Vampire<br><strong>Summary:</strong> Maybe, possibly having <br>second thoughts/hitting on Todd.<br><strong>Location:</strong> Todd's Room<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Todd</div> Rae's brow furrowed some at his words. Him dying was not what she intended at all. She simply just needed someone who could take her to whenever the hell this place was and fuck shit up if need be. She watched as he fumbled about, her arms crossing over her chest. <strong>"Well, she's only just found out she's a slayer."</strong> She told him, as if it was something she didn't really care about. <strong>"Are you sure you want to do this? I mean, Tara didn't order me to do any sort of rescue, she just chewed my ass out and I have no clue where the hell to go."</strong> She told him.<br><br><strong>"I mean, I would appreciate the help but if you... can't, then, it's fine."</strong> A smirk suddenly spread over her lips, <strong>"I mean, I can think of other ways for you to use those muscles of yours and not even have to leave your bed."</strong> It was only have a joke. She took in a deep breath, uncrossing her arms.<br><br><strong>"I have to head back to my room to change... do you mind coming with me?"</strong><br><hr><div class="floatright">(http://thejohncarterfiles.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/12/Dejah-Thoris-Warrior-.jpg)<br><strong>Name:</strong> Anyala<br><strong>Species:</strong> Helka<br><strong>Location:</strong> Outside of Al'Mar<br><strong>Summary:</strong> Dissecting shit.<br><strong>Tagged</strong> River, Abby, Amilcar, Keiran</div> Anyala remained crouched, ready to jump in if River needed any help. Keiran, however, got there before she did. She watched as the creatures guts spilled everywhere, a look of worry suddenly stressing her features. It turned into a frown at Amilcar's fire ball, walking towards the corpse. With the end of her blade she picked through the seared inside, looking for something within the beasts stomach cavity. Finally, she sliced through something, then reached her hand in, holding what was (luckily) an unopened sack of musk.<br><br><strong>"Everyone put some of this on you. Most things run at the smell of this, so this will help us through get to the Al'marr without much detection."</strong> She told them as she opened the sac, dipping her fingers into the toxic-colored goo. She smeared it over her arms, then offered it to River.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Welcome To Hellworld (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vael the Destroyer</strong> on <strong>10-12-2012, 03:37:17</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i275.photobucket.com/albums/jj307/tylercook777/Trevor.png)<br><strong>Name:</strong> Trevor<br><strong>Species:</strong> Witch<br><strong>Summary:</strong> Aw skeet skeet muthafucka<br><strong>Location:</strong> Redemption<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Stephen</div><br>Trevor was already back to his room by the time Stephen was in the shower. If he had the guts he would have never left, just stripped Stephen down right then and there. Brave enough to kiss but not brave enough to initiate sex with the man he had wanted to be with since the moment he was made Stephen's underling. At first Trevor was hesitant to have Stephen as a mentor, not knowing him as well as he knew some of the other witches of the coven. That all changed quickly once he saw how attractive Stephen was and once he got to know him all of those hesitant feelings fell away and he opened himself up completely to Stephen. That's why Trevor advanced as quickly as he did. <br><br>Trevor didn't have much time to think of the good ol' days before he could see mental images of Stephen in the shower clouding his mind. A smirk pulled at his lips as he stood up from the bed, sending a mental image back to Stephen of them in the shower together doing things that would make the baby Jesus cry. <em>On my way.</em> Trevor sent his voice along with the message as he power walked his way back to Stephen's room which wasn't very far. Once inside the door the blonde witch started tearing his clothes off until he was nude. A shiver coiled up his spine, realizing that this was the first time Stephen was going to see him naked and vice versa. Immediately after that a smell was brought to his nostrils. It was the soap smell mixed in with the smell of magic and blood. Trevor wasted no time opening the shower curtain with a jerk then closing it as he practically jumped into the shower, searching Stephen's body for wounds. <br><br>"You were hurt." Trevor's voice was full of worry, his blue eyes looking at the small scar that was left, sighing in relief before his thumb covered the scar as his hands grabbed Stephen by the waist firmly, bringing the other into a kiss that was a bit more desperate than the other ones. Trevor was taking control, pushing his mentor gently against the wall of the shower, while his tongue begged for entrance into Stephen's mouth with a quick flick over the shorter man's perfect teeth. Once gaining access Trevor calmed down a bit, closing the distance between their naked bodies only to match the rhythm of his tongue dancing with Stephen's up to the grinding of his hips, his manhood already so hard it hurt rubbing over the water slick skin of his lover. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Welcome To Hellworld (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vael the Destroyer</strong> on <strong>10-12-2012, 03:54:24</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://i275.photobucket.com/albums/jj307/tylercook777/ash-stymest-and-smoking-gallery.jpg)<br><strong>Name:</strong> Keiran<br><strong>Species:</strong> Totem Warrior<br><strong>Location:</strong> Al'Mar<br><strong>Summary:</strong> Always something gross<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Anyala, Shred, Amilcar, Abby, River </div><br>Keiran immediately started checking the surroundings, using his super vision and other senses to see if the noise from the Gor'slugg was attracting any sort of unwanted attention. Apparently River was doing the same thing because once he was done he looked over at their fearless leader, the same look on his face that Keiran got when he was concentrating super hard on trying to find something. The Eagle shook his head, turning to look at the other members of the group. Anyala was reaching into the Gor'slugg's abdomen even though the pale guy had burned the thing to a crisp once Keiran disemboweled it. What she mentioned doing afterwards churned Keiran's stomach something fierce, but he joined in anyways, just thinking of it as smelly neon body paint. <br><br>"This is by far the most disgusting thing I have ever experienced in my life." Keiran pointed out as he smeared the musky fluids on his arms and the base of his neck. "And I used to skin wild dogs before I was old enough to hunt them. Fun times." Keiran turned his attention to River, blue eyes trained on their leader. "What's next, fearless leader?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Welcome To Hellworld (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cold Heritage</strong> on <strong>10-12-2012, 04:15:28</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://img208.imageshack.us/img208/7824/post4km.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Todd Wainwright<br><strong>Species:</strong> Tarrack Daemonling<br><strong>Location:</strong> Todd's Room and beyond!<br><strong>Summary:</strong> Todd Thinks Logically With His Brain<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Rae<br><br><hr>There was not a lot that Todd really wanted to do anymore. Granted, Rae was one of them, but this probably held true for every male with a hint of straightness in them, even though by now everyone had the sense to know it was not a smart thing to do. For his part, Todd wondered if she could keep up her game face for the whole thing, and what it would be like to get head while a vamp was all grr mode. It was not something he gave voice - the other rangers would consider him deviant for it, and it was never wise to let vampires know you were interested. Salacious thoughts aside, going to Al-Mar and getting probably killed and devoured - and not necessarily in that order - evoked only ambivalence. There were so many ways to die now, and so many of them involved such agony. They were all equal to the weary daemonling. "River'd be better, if you could get him. Kid's got serious juice now. Knows the area as well as I do." Probably even better. And maybe River was stronger? Todd had never had the inclination to find out, but it was eminently possible. Probably a better fighter, too. <br><br>He shrugged, otherwise. "Not as such." The man said to the subject of minding. Even if he did, what did it matter? And even if there were no standing orders, Tara and her coven would probably not look kindly on someone refusing to help someone else get them what they wanted. So really, it was just good sense not to cross the witches or the vampires. Rae's ass had no impact at all on Todd's decision making process, which was entirely dictated by logic. For realsies. "Lead the way, Draculina." He would follow wherever she led him. It did occur to Todd to ask what anyone thought they would find at the Pal-Mart that would be remotely worth the trip. But it was not terribly important. All that really mattered was that he would have a chance to get good and angry, and maybe it would be a good thing.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Welcome To Hellworld (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheRaven</strong> on <strong>10-12-2012, 04:25:07</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://i220.photobucket.com/albums/dd220/KevynsMom/GothGuy.jpg)<br><strong>Name:</strong> Amilcar de Soto<br><strong>Species:</strong> Revenant<br><strong>Location:</strong> On the way to Al'Mar<br><strong>Summary:</strong> LOL human standards<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> River, Keiran, Abby, Anyala</div><br>Amilcar pulled a wry face, but applied the musk nevertheless. Better safe than sorry, after all; he liked this body. However, he chuckled a bit at Keiran's remark. It just struck the revenant as something so very strange to say.<br><br><strong>"Wait, this is the most disgusting thing you've ever done?"</strong> Amilcar asked as he applied the liquid to his face almost like warpaint. He paused for a few seconds, and after a pregnant pause exclaimed, <strong>"Oh, right! I forgot, you're a mortal and you don't cast spells. Yeah, trust me, there are far more disgusting applications for just this stuff. I met this Fyarl demon once, who used this for cologne, and sometimes for... you know, on second thought, I'm going to keep that story to myself. Don't want to scar the little Slayer with the truly horrifying stuff yet. Well, any more horrifying than the usual out here, anyway."</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Welcome To Hellworld (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>jetblackmirror</strong> on <strong>10-12-2012, 04:34:44</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://oi49.tinypic.com/dpwt95.jpg)<br><strong>Name:</strong> Rae<br><strong>Species:</strong> Vampire<br><strong>Summary:</strong> Rae's turned to be naked.<br><strong>Location:</strong> Her room.<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Todd</div> <strong>"River is with them. This little trip was his idea."</strong> Rae told him, and she didn't sound happy about it either. She did give him a slight glare at 'Draculina', but, she supposed it wasn't the worst name she'd ever been called. She did lead the way to her room, which was more in the heart of redemption. They ended up going down a few flights of stairs, deep into the ground. The vampire bunkers, so to say, weren't very nice. Sure, hers was nicer than most simply because she was a fairly active member of redemption, but still. Everything seemed dirty and half-assed, but Rae had worked very hard to make her room nice. She unlocked the door and walked in, everything she owned put into own medium sized room. <strong>"Feel free to come in. I don't bite.</strong> She told him as she went over to her dresser.<br><br>She began to undress there, unzipping the back of her dress, slowly wiggling out of it. She stepped out of her wheels, losing the four inches she had gained with them on. She didn't worry about dressing in front of him; it's not like she hadn't seen him naked. At least she still had her bra and underwear on - which were made of black lace. She dug through her drawers, trying to find more casual clothes that would work better for going out on a mission that she could possibly end up getting quite banged up on. Finally she found a pair of jeans and slipped them on, then a random, long-sleeved, black shit she didn't even know she owned. Then she slipped on a more comfortable pair of shoes, which she was also surprised she still had.<br><br>Then she moved to a single closet, digging through various weapons she owned. <strong>"Hmm... should I go with a blade or a mace?... A mace sounds fun."</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Welcome To Hellworld (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Caela</strong> on <strong>10-12-2012, 04:59:02</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i980.photobucket.com/albums/ae282/caela_ecub/Blondes/ts1-1.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Abigail "Abby" Holden<br><strong>Species:</strong> Human/Slayer<br><strong>Location:</strong> Redemption<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> River, Anyala, Rae, Amilcar, Keiran<br><br><hr><br><em>"Hold onto it...after all the noise we just made, I got a feelin' yer gonna need it in a minute. "</em><br><br>Abby wasn't certain she liked the sound of that, but she nodded and gave the axe a couple more spins in her hand, clearly getting a better feel for the weight and balance of it...and just as clearly inexperienced in handling it. She hated feeling so out of her element and would have given nearly anything to have a wrench or screwdriver in her hand instead of an axe.<br><br>"I hope you won't me hoping you're wrong. I'll do what I can, but damnit I'm not trained for this yet. I think it would have been smarter on your part to leave me behind and just had me fix what you brought back. Too late for second thoughts though so into the fray!" she said with a soft chuckle meant to calm herself more than because anything she had said was amusing.<br><br>Before she could think of anything else to say, Anyala was pulling something out of the demon and telling them all to coat themselves in it. It smelled <em>awful</em> but with everyone else doing it, she wasn't about to be squeamish. When the stuff was held out toward her, she coated her arms with it and tried to ignore Amilcar's comment about her being a "little Slayer". It had sounded more playful than condescending and well...it was a practical assessment. Even she was confident of her skills no matter what title she was given.<br><br>Looking to River, she then looked around them as asked, "Which way?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Welcome To Hellworld (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cold Heritage</strong> on <strong>10-12-2012, 05:03:53</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://img208.imageshack.us/img208/7824/post4km.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Todd Wainwright<br><strong>Species:</strong> Tarrack Daemonling<br><strong>Location:</strong> Todd's Room<br><strong>Summary:</strong> Angling For A Full Show? Never.&nbsp; O:)<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Rae<br><br><hr>"Oh. Well. That's pretty swell." Todd replied to the revelation that River was the mastermind behind the trip that had several persons of interest off in dangerous territory. The trip to Rae's invariably took him to the vampire bunkers were not a fun place to be, but Todd kept his discomfort to himself and did not complain. He no longer expected Anne Rice bullshit from vampires anymore. And there just were no more puffed shirts after the world had gone to shit. When she invited him in, he entered and made a deliberately loud sound of disappointment. He positioned himself against the wall, leaning with arms crossed and back resting against it. He had not stared unduly at her ass on the walk here, and though he watched her undress to his credit he did not make a spectacle of himself. Todd did not even so much as wolf whistle. Strategic biting of his tongue kept his pants from turning into a big top circus tent. It might have been nice to try and pursue what other ideas Rae had for his muscles, but that was not going to get anyone back or at least allow them to say that they had tried in the event that River and his party had met a gruesome end and were now the residents of several demon's digestive tracts.<br><br>"Why not both?" The daemonling asked. "Smashing's great, but you never know when you need to cut something's head off." He said, eminently practical. Todd rolled with a kukri, a hatchet, and that was it. At one point he had had a sledgehammer, but it had broken in a fight and he had not been able to recover the remains for repair. "You sure you want to go out in the lace, though? Not many Victoria's Secrets left." Todd asked, referencing her underwear. The demons that had set up in Al-Mar were not the cleanliest. "Gets pretty dirty near the Pal-Mart."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Welcome To Hellworld (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>RainbowRian</strong> on <strong>10-12-2012, 05:16:39</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://www.menshealth.com/celebrity-fitness/uploads/cam-gigandet-ss1-480x415.jpg) </div><strong>Name:</strong> Stephen Marcus Aurelius<br><strong>Species:</strong> Witch<br><strong>Location:</strong> Redemption<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Open<br><hr>Stephen smiled as a few images flickered within his mind.&nbsp; Trevor had gotten the message.&nbsp; &nbsp;He could sense the energy from the sexy witch moving toward him and kept washing his body non-chalantly hearing him say he was on his way as well.&nbsp; This would be the first time thay had done anythign and Stephen hoped that something would grow from it.&nbsp; He heard the latch on the door pop and waited, assuming that Trevor was getting undressed.&nbsp; &nbsp;<strong>"What are you doing?"</strong> Stephen said as Trevor searched over his body.&nbsp; He knew that Trevor could tell something was wrong but he stayed quiet until asked.<br><br><strong>"Yes. But I am fine now dear."</strong>&nbsp; Stephen and moaned a bit as Trevor grabbed his waist and kissed him.&nbsp; Stephen held Trevor close as he felt his back push up against the shower wall, and spread his lips softly, letting Trevor's tongue explore his mouth.&nbsp; Stephen moved his body along Trevor's as his groin began stirring and throbbing, finally becoming fully erect as they kissed one another.&nbsp; Stephen ran his fingers in Trevor's blonde hair and smiled against the kiss.&nbsp; Pulling away softly, he looked into Trevor's eyes and said <strong>" How long have you felt this way handsome..."</strong>&nbsp; Stephen knew Tara may not like it, but Stephen wouldn't likely leave Trevor's side, even if he had to re-join the coven
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				Title: <strong>Re: Welcome To Hellworld (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheRedFear</strong> on <strong>10-12-2012, 06:03:47</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://i1099.photobucket.com/albums/g393/theredfear/MaleCharPics/The-vampire-diaries-2x14-crying-wolf-tyler-lockwood-cap_mid.jpg)<br><strong>Name:</strong> River<br><strong>Species:</strong> Primal - Totemic<br><strong>Location:</strong> Al'Mar<br><strong>Summary:</strong> On the alert. <br><strong>Tagged</strong> Abigail, Anyala, Amilcar, Keiran </div><br>The musk, in it's pure and undiluted form damn enar made River puke. With his new nose it was monstrously overwhelming and he just sat there trying to keep his lunch for a few seconds as everyone else smeared themselves in it. Now if this had been a few weeks ago, that would have been all she wrote on the matter. When he first got his powers it was a full month before he could stand to be within thirty yards of the latrines, and even then it made his eyes water for a week longer. <br><br>But Elsa had been surprisingly helpful in teaching him techniques to cope when his senses overwhelmed like this. Partly, by forcing him to immerse himself in some truly detestable scents and painful sounds. He calmed his mind, and centered himself, and forced himself to take a deep long inhale of the vile musk. To start dissecting it in his head, element by element. Layer by layer. He caught hints of amonia weaved in with the scent of rotted meat and maggots. Breaking it down in his head to an assortment of scents helped him pick out which was the least offensive and focus on that. <br><br>After a few seconds he took a steadying breath and nodded. His arms, cheeks, and neck were coated now. "Alright. Slugg-Parade away. Good idea by the way. Disgusting, but good. Which is how somebody once described my appetite. &nbsp;"<br><br>Leaving his spare hawk with Abby, he pressed on toward the Al'Mar. "Alright...I don't think we can get the wagon inside...so we'll need two people to stay outside with Shred and the Wagon, make sure we don't get cut off...while the rest head inside to grab the loot. Abby, we'll need you inside. You know the tech and what's worth grabbing. Amilcar, you've got the artillery in your hands...but using that kind of power inside could bring the place down on us. Best to keep you outside, where you can cut loose if their outlying hunters decide that defending the hive is more important than hiding from the Gor'slugg. And if we get trapped inside, you can blast us a new exit. Keiran...you could see me, back at the Enclave, right? If you got eyes like that, we could use you topside. Make sure nothing gets the drop on our Artillery Man. &nbsp;"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Welcome To Hellworld (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vael the Destroyer</strong> on <strong>11-12-2012, 02:59:30</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://i275.photobucket.com/albums/jj307/tylercook777/ash-stymest-and-smoking-gallery.jpg)<br><strong>Name:</strong> Keiran<br><strong>Species:</strong> Totem Warrior<br><strong>Location:</strong> Al'Mar<br><strong>Summary:</strong> Watchboy, got it.<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Abby, Amilcar, Anyala, River </div><br>Keiran was happy with River's decision. He sure as hell didn't want to go in there. If something went wrong there would be a blood bath he didn't want to be a part of. He would much rather be alive than dead, something his pack didn't get a choice in. <br><br>"Right. Will do." Keiran didn't wait for River to get done talking before he turned his back to the rest of the group, crouched down a little then sprang up to one of the letters still hanging on the front of the building. The 'M' held him pretty well but he only stayed there a second, flipping his body upwards to land with his hand on the edge of the building, twirling into a fancy spin then pushing himself back onto his feet. He did the whole fancy flip gymnastic thing to show off. Partly to demonstrate his agile moves to Abby, the other part to pretty much pee on the same hydrant River did. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Welcome To Hellworld (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vael the Destroyer</strong> on <strong>12-12-2012, 00:44:24</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i275.photobucket.com/albums/jj307/tylercook777/Trevor.png)<br><strong>Name:</strong> Trevor<br><strong>Species:</strong> Witch<br><strong>Location:</strong> Redemption<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Stephen</div><br>"I've felt this way since the time you were teaching me how to create magic barriers." Trevor nipped at Stephen's earlobe again, sucking on it for a second afterwards, his hands traveling upwards, thumbs running over Stephen's nipples before they locked around the back of Stephen's neck. Trevor gently set his forehead against his lover's, rubbing their noses together before he continued with what he was going to say. <br><br>"You said I wasn't holding my hands in the right position, so you came up behind me and positioned my hands right. That was when I realized that I loved you." Trevor's eyes met Stephen's, holding his gaze for a few moments. This was the first time Trevor had ever done anything remotely sexual with anyone else besides himself so he was a little bit baffled on what to do beyond just kissing and rubbing their junk together. Taking a risk, Trevor moved his left hand down Stephen's body again, resting it at the base of the other man's cock for a few seconds before wrapping a gentle hand around the throbbing manhood. Oddly enough, it felt natural in his hand, like it was meant to be there.&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Welcome To Hellworld (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>jetblackmirror</strong> on <strong>12-12-2012, 01:55:30</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://oi49.tinypic.com/dpwt95.jpg)<br><strong>Name:</strong> Rae<br><strong>Species:</strong> Vampire<br><strong>Summary:</strong> Maybe or maybe <br>not undressing. Again.<br><strong>Location:</strong> Todd's Room<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Todd</div> Rae gave a shrug and a nod of her head as if to say she thought bringing both would be a good idea. She pulled a mace from her closet, the end round and spiked. She dug through her weapons some more, trying to decide what sort of blade she should bring. But her decision making was cut off by him. She stood up straight, looking back at him with her eyes slightly narrowed, as if she had a feeling he was just trying to get her naked again. Luckily for him, getting naked was something she didn't mind. <br><br>Suddenly her face softened, and she gave another slight nod, <strong>"Good point."</strong> She went back to her dress, opening the top drawer. She began peeling her clothes from her body yet again, exposing the porcelain skin of her back. Her ribs were just barely visible beneath her skin as she stretched to take her shirt off, placing it on top of her dresser. She unbutton and unzipped the front of her jeans, looking over her shoulder at him as she inched out of them, wiggling her hips just enough to aid in slipping them down and off the curve of her hips. She reached behind her, unclasping her bra before she let it slip off of her. She turned just enough to look at him back, he'd only just barely be able to see the roundness of her breast, the pale pink of her nipples hardly showing. <strong>"Why don't you come over and tell me what underwear you think would be good for a fight?"</strong> Her voice was as sweet as honey. She pouted her bottom lip out at him some, <strong>"please?"</strong><br><hr><div class="floatright">(http://thejohncarterfiles.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/12/Dejah-Thoris-Warrior-.jpg)<br><strong>Name:</strong> Anyala<br><strong>Species:</strong> Helka<br><strong>Location:</strong> Outside of Al'Mar<br><strong>Summary:</strong> Not leaving her kitty.<br><strong>Tagged</strong> River, Abby, Amilcar, Keiran</div> Anyala listened as River gave orders, figuring that she would stay back with Shred and Amilcar. She didn't necessarily mind, especially since she would not leave Shred's side, even if River begged her. <strong>"We should be just fine out here."</strong> She said to no one in particular. Shred, however, did not look thrilled with this plan. He hated being a luggage carrier, and would much rather be to move as he please. He sat with a bit of a humph, glaring at River. Anyala couldn't help but let out a little giggle, patting his head before her stoned back to stone.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Welcome To Hellworld (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cold Heritage</strong> on <strong>12-12-2012, 03:34:19</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://img208.imageshack.us/img208/7824/post4km.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Todd Wainwright<br><strong>Species:</strong> Tarrack Daemonling<br><strong>Location:</strong> Todd's Room<br><strong>Summary:</strong> Tactical Undie Recommendations<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Rae<br><br><hr>Todd nodded to acknowledge that Rae recognized he was making a good point. It was not just about potentially seeing nude vampire - there was a practical point. There could be no black lace undergarments left in the entire world that would fit Rae. And it would be a tragedy, therefore, if what she was wearing were to be ruined by demonic fluids spilled in battle. He watched as she began to disrobe again, not quite as subtle as before, but without descending into undignified, lecherous leering. Though when Rae looked at him over her shoulder his eyes were at the small of her back, watching those hips wiggle. they invariably went back up when the bra came off and Todd looked good and hard at the breasts that he knew he was not alone in wanting to see freed. The daemonling was unsure whether they looked better bared or if the contrast of the black lace against her very pale white skin was better. <br><br>He plodded over as she asked him to come over. The top drawer presumably held underwear, and Todd looked down into it. "White cotton'd probably be pretty good. Fruit of the Loom. Stuff like that wouldn't be too hard to replace or be missed all that much. Might even be some still at the Pal-Mart." Though if there was it was probably all dirty and not something one would want to wear. Todd felt the discomfort of a fully tumescent erection straining the left leg of his pants, rather crudely visible to cursory glances. Stallions the world over would - if they were a) intelligent enough and b) not using that intelligence to be scared out of their equine wits - put to shame. Todd wondered if Rae's flesh would be cold. And he also found himself getting angry with himself for the ham-fisted flirtations he was engaging in. There were more important things to worry about and be doing. As much as he wanted to throw the vampire to the ground and fuck her so hard every vamp would come running from her shrieking.<br><br>Oh yeah. Petty anger. That was the good stuff. His heart beat just a little faster and he could feel keenly every muscle in his body. And soon, he would have not getting any - whether or not Rae was actually willing to put out - to be angry about. Thank you, nameless Tarrack dad. <br><br>He looked over to her, meeting her blue eyes. There was a lot of temptation to look down at her bare breasts. It was physically painful not to look at them. That is why Todd resisted. "I swear I'm not gay." The daemonling said. Not that he was homophobic or anything. But then he turned around and walked out of her room, waiting on the other side of the door. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Welcome To Hellworld (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>RainbowRian</strong> on <strong>12-12-2012, 06:07:50</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://www.menshealth.com/celebrity-fitness/uploads/cam-gigandet-ss1-480x415.jpg) </div><strong>Name:</strong> Stephen Marcus Aurelius<br><strong>Species:</strong> Witch<br><strong>Location:</strong> Redemption<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Open<br><hr>"Really?"&nbsp; Stephen said as Trevor spoke.&nbsp; He smiled softly trying to stifle the moan in his throat as Trevor nibbled his skin.&nbsp; and he blinked softly, biting his lip as Trevor's fingertips touched the back of his neck, and they rubbed noses.&nbsp; He fought the urge to kiss him once more as his lips tingled.&nbsp; Things gre quiet for a moment and the Stephen spoke once again.<br><br>"Well.. you were holding your hands wrong, but thats about when I began liking you too.&nbsp; Holding your hands and feeling the magic course between us just felt.... right."&nbsp; He smiled looking into his lover's eyes but drew back slightly.&nbsp; "I do have one question though... Where do you want this to go.. I mean.. because I would like to be with you in ways more than this, but I want to know how you feel.&nbsp; I would even join the coven again if you asked."&nbsp; Stephen held Trevor's gaze as he felt Trevor wrapped his fingers softly around his shaft and Stephen moaned out blinking softly as his jaw dropped.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Welcome To Hellworld (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheRedFear</strong> on <strong>12-12-2012, 10:14:28</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://i1099.photobucket.com/albums/g393/theredfear/MaleCharPics/The-vampire-diaries-2x14-crying-wolf-tyler-lockwood-cap_mid.jpg)<br><strong>Name:</strong> River<br><strong>Species:</strong> Primal - Totemic<br><strong>Location:</strong> Al'Mar<br><strong>Summary:</strong> Suvolte 101<br><strong>Tagged</strong> Abigail, Anyala, Amilcar, Keiran </div><br>"Guess that leaves you and me to go inside and start lootin' huh? " He said smirking at Abigail. "Now aintcha glad you kept the 'hawk? C'mon Slayer, time for on-the-job training."<br><br>He started walking in, taking a low crouch and whispering as they went to bring her up to speed."Suvolte Crash Course...really big, really strong, really mean. Even by Demon standards. They're some of the toughest Demons out there in terms of pure muscle power. But you don't need anything particularly special to kill them. Hack at 'em long enough and they'll go down...problem is you'll probably go down first since it takes alot of hacking if you don't know the best places to hit 'em. Deep slash in the throat will choke 'em to death on their own blood, but it's not an instant kill, and they'll still have a few swings in them before they drop. Best to maneuver behind them, and break their neck. Or sever their spinal column. Strong as they are, they're not that fast so it's tricky but doable. And watch out for their babies. Kinda spider-like. They can and will kill you if you let them get the drop on you. Alot easier to kill though...as long as they don't swarm. " With a bright and optimistic smile he added "They probably won't swarm."<br><br>"Oh, and as a general rule of thumb, <em>nothing</em> you ever fight will enjoy having it's kneecaps broken."That was the last bit of advice the Ranger who trained River gave him just before sending him out on his first patrol...and River had lost track of how many times that delightful bit of wisdom had saved his ass. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Welcome To Hellworld (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>jetblackmirror</strong> on <strong>12-12-2012, 11:13:05</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://oi49.tinypic.com/dpwt95.jpg)<br><strong>Name:</strong> Rae<br><strong>Species:</strong> Vampire<br><strong>Summary:</strong> Feeling happy with herself.<br><strong>Location:</strong> Her room/leaving.<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Todd</div> <hr> Her lips curved into the slightest smirk as he came over, watching his face as he gave his suggestions. Of course she didn't really need the help making the decision, seeing as it was just common sense. Her eyes traveled along his neck, then his arms, watching as each muscle seemed to tense as she scanned over them, almost aware of the internal battle he was feeling. Her eyes scanned lower and lower, until finally resting on the very apparent erection he currently had going on. She looked back up to see him meeting her gaze. <em>"I swear I'm not gay."</em> A smile spread over her lips as he turned and walked away. She giggled to herself softly, shaking her head lightly. She liked him. She redressed herself, switching out her underwear for something made of white cotton before she pulled the rest of her clothes back on.<br><br>She met him in the hallway a few minutes later, her mace over shoulder, and a short-sword in her other hand. She shut her door behind her, then looked up at him. <strong>"Ready, hot stuff?"</strong> She said as if nothing had happened, leading the way back up to the surface. She walked with him towards the gates, looking up at him once they had passed him. <strong>"How far would you say this place is?"</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Welcome To Hellworld (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cold Heritage</strong> on <strong>13-12-2012, 04:09:15</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://img208.imageshack.us/img208/7824/post4km.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Todd Wainwright<br><strong>Species:</strong> Tarrack Daemonling<br><strong>Location:</strong> Todd's Room<br><strong>Summary:</strong> Off to Al-Mar<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Rae<br><br><hr>Todd fell into step as they walked towards the gates. Once outside, he looked around to get his bearings. "If we run we could probably make it in an hour and a half, going full tilt. Assuming nothing gets in our way." The pair of them could maybe make better time since they had no wagon to slow them down. "Though we go at that pace, not sure if either of us'd be in any shape to fight when we got there." Then again, it was not as though they had a lot of options if they wanted to catch up to the VIPs that Tara wanted back. He wondered what would happen to River if the younger Ranger made it back. Taking all these important people that Tara wanted hardly seemed like a way to earn a gold star. <br><br>"Suvolte's nest there. Probably whatever they prey on, too." Todd said, looking over at Rae. He was not sure how much the vampire would know. "None of it's anything that goes down easy." Times like this, Todd wished there were still bullets and guns. Be great to have a shotgun right now.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Welcome To Hellworld (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vael the Destroyer</strong> on <strong>13-12-2012, 23:02:22</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i275.photobucket.com/albums/jj307/tylercook777/Trevor.png)<br><strong>Name:</strong> Trevor<br><strong>Species:</strong> Witch<br><strong>Location:</strong> Redemption<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Stephen</div><br>"I don't want you to join the coven unless you really want to. I'm perfectly content with just being with you." Trevor nuzzled Stephen's neck while his hand started to move, pumping Stephen's cock slowly in his grip as he did so. Trevor wasn't going to waste the opportunity to be with Stephen. On the contrary, he was going to do everything in his power to keep the two of them together. As long as Stephen didn't get in the way of the coven he knew Tara wouldn't care if he was back and the two of them were together, but that meant that Trevor had to concentrate harder than ever and not get distracted. If he let his concentration slip and part of the barrier went down Tara would not be a happy camper. <br><br>"To answer your question," Trevor moved so his lips were right by Stephen's ear, his voice quiet but sexy. "I want everything. Every piece of you that you are willing to give, I want." Then Trevor sped up his hand, lips pulling Stephen's earlobe into his mouth to nibble on it gently, putting a twist in his wrist to pleasure his lover more. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Welcome To Hellworld (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Caela</strong> on <strong>14-12-2012, 04:12:24</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i980.photobucket.com/albums/ae282/caela_ecub/Blondes/ts1-1.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Abigail "Abby" Holden<br><strong>Species:</strong> Human/Slayer<br><strong>Location:</strong> The Al'Mar<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> River, Anyala, Rae, Amilcar, Keiran<br><br><hr><br>Abby listened as they broke down who was going inside and who was staying outside and when she realized that she was going <em>in</em> she was surprised. She'd thought that she would have been left outside, where there was less likelihood of her getting someone else hurt because she didn't know how to fight, but it seemed she was going into the lion's (well in this case demon's) den after all.<br><br><em> "Now aintcha glad you kept the 'hawk? C'mon Slayer, time for on-the-job training."</em><br><br>"You know, if you get me killed, I think Tara will be annoyed with you. The Homestead boys will probably thank you though," Tara said while tightening her grip on the axe he'd given her, holding it more like a security blanket than a weapon at the moment.<br><br>Following him she listened as he told her about the suvolte. None of it was something she wanted to hear. The more he talked, the worse it sounded and the more she started thinking that maybe she should have stayed in Redemption and simply let them bring the broken stereos to her. Of course if she'd done that she wouldn't have had a chance at grabbing music <em>she</em> liked. It would be good to have a shop of her own and to be able to play music she wanted to hear again. Of course she'd have to get them to give her a shop, but if they didn't have anyone doing small, mechanical, repairs she didn't think it would be hard to convince them. <br><br>Slayer or not, she loved her tinkering and had no intention of stopping it.<br><br>"Oh, and if those babies swarm, I'm running straight in your direction. You're bigger than me, more of a meal. You might be distraction enough for me to get away!" she teased, the grin on her lips making a lie of her words though her eyes were tight and slightly concerned about what they were heading into.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Welcome To Hellworld (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheRedFear</strong> on <strong>14-12-2012, 10:21:57</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://i1099.photobucket.com/albums/g393/theredfear/MaleCharPics/The-vampire-diaries-2x14-crying-wolf-tyler-lockwood-cap_mid.jpg)<br><strong>Name:</strong> River<br><strong>Species:</strong> Primal - Totemic<br><strong>Location:</strong> Al'Mar<br><strong>Summary:</strong> Treasure!<br><strong>Tagged</strong> Abigail, Anyala, Amilcar, Keiran </div><br>"Relax Abs. You're a Slayer. I'm a Badass. We got this. " he said casually, though he was moving more carefully now. He wasn't angsting overmuch about noise. The holes in the sides of a Suvolte head only barely counted as ears. Is was their noses they relied on primarily, and the fact that they'd made it this far into the nest without being swarmed yet proved Anyala knew what she was talking about with the Gor-Slugg musk. But he remained concerned that at some point the instinct to defend the nest would over ride the fear of a deadly predator. So he moved fast, following his own nose toward the hatchery. the music was near the hatchery. Amidst the aisles of what had once been Men's Sportswear, they found the eggs. Dozens and dozens of them. Per aisle. A hole in the roof allowed the blistering heat outside in, turning the interior of the Al'Mar into a swelteringly hot and humid greenhouse. Ideal climate for Suvolte hatching. <br><br>"The treasure should be nearby somewhere... " he said, looking around. The large and utterly wrecked pile of televisions would be a good sign of where the electronics department was, if he had any clue what a Television was. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Welcome To Hellworld (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>jetblackmirror</strong> on <strong>14-12-2012, 13:27:09</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://oi49.tinypic.com/dpwt95.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Rae<br><strong>Species:</strong> Vampire<br><strong>Summary:</strong> Real mad.<br><strong>Location:</strong> Heading towards <br>fucktown.<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Todd<br><hr>She looked over at Todd with a slightly nod, <strong>"I'm fine with running. You'll really be the one out of the two of us who would feel it."</strong> Being undead and all, breathing was more of a habit than an essential need. Technically, she didn't need to. All she really needed was blood to live. Her eyebrows did lift however at the mention of the Suvolte's nest, though. She may not be with more street-smart vampire, but she wasn't retarded by any means. She gave a shake of her head, suddenly twenty-times more pissed at River. He really brought the Helka Princess AND the slayer to a Suvolte breeding ground?! Ooh, She was going to hurt him. Even if he blinked those puppy dog eyes at her. <strong>"What a fucking idiot!"</strong> She sighed, her jaw tensing at she tried not to take her anger out on a tree stump.<br><br>She picked up her pace to a brisk walk, not a jog just yet, but a pace an ordinary human may find uncomfortable over a period of time. <strong>"Well, I don't want you doing any self-sacrificing shit, ok? When we get there, we get them, and we leave."</strong> It was meant to be more of a request than an order. The simple fact was she wanted as little blood on her hands as possible. Granted, if the group River took with him were to die, it would be mostly his fault; but Rae still let this little field trip happen. And well, if Rae were to let Todd die, the rangers would be down one more person. Not that they couldn't recruit a couple more people, but she knew River was pretty high up, and she had been recommended to go to Todd. On top of that, Cortez wouldn't be very happy with her, seeing as her judgement was some what a reflection of his.<br><hr><div class="floatright">(http://thejohncarterfiles.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/12/Dejah-Thoris-Warrior-.jpg)</div><div class="floatright"><strong>Name:</strong> Anyala<br><strong>Species:</strong> Helka<br><strong>Location:</strong> Outside of Al'Mar<br><strong>Summary:</strong> Pondering<br><strong>Tagged</strong> Amilcar, Keiran</div><hr>Anyala settled beside Amilcar, Shred pushing forward to be next to her. She glanced over at the pale man beside her, then up to the tree where Keiran perched. This all seemed too easy. They only really had met one obstacle, and that was taken care of. Perhaps this place wasn't as infested at River had said? There were clear signs that Suvolte demons were present, but there wasn't so much as a sound outside. The musk was effective, but it was still... too quiet.<br><br><strong>"How old are you?"</strong> She asked Amilcar suddenly, breaking her own thoughts. She looked over at him, her eyebrows raised some in curiousity. He seemed - and spoke - like he had some years on him. Not to mention, magic of that magnitude wasn't something you learned overnight. Just like with any skill, it had to be learned and practiced, and she had never seen anyone make a fire ball. She hadn't met very many witches, however.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Welcome To Hellworld (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheRaven</strong> on <strong>14-12-2012, 14:14:36</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://i220.photobucket.com/albums/dd220/KevynsMom/GothGuy.jpg)<br><strong>Name:</strong> Amilcar de Soto<br><strong>Species:</strong> Revenant<br><strong>Location:</strong> Al'Mar Exterior<br><strong>Summary:</strong> <br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Anyala, Keiran, Shred</div><br>Amilcar himself was a little on-edge, having the same sort of thoughts as Anyala. <em>Too many signs of infestation but not one Suvolte around. We're either incredibly lucky or incredibly screwed.</em> However, he perked up a little bit when he was joined by Anyala, and even more so when her kitty stepped in too. Her question caught the revenant off-guard a little bit.<br><br><strong>"How old am I?"</strong> he asked, repeating the question. <strong>"...You know, I'm not sure I can give you an exact figure. I was a victim of the Spanish Inquisition, back in the late 1400's, so I'm north of 500 now."</strong> he said. Tempting as it might have been for him at that moment, Amilcar resisted the urge to reach out and pet the top of Shred's head. Instead, he settled for asking the Hekla woman something. <strong>"So, tell me something, Anyala. Why are you the only representative from the Hekla tribe at the moment? I'd figure that you guys could at least send a few more people. I mean, the rest of the Kingdom's group has probably arrived by now, and we managed to scrape together a pretty fair-sized delegation, but the daughters of Anyanka only happen to send one person? What's the story there?"</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Welcome To Hellworld (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vael the Destroyer</strong> on <strong>14-12-2012, 22:42:55</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://i275.photobucket.com/albums/jj307/tylercook777/ash-stymest-and-smoking-gallery.jpg)<br><strong>Name:</strong> Keiran<br><strong>Species:</strong> Totem Warrior<br><strong>Location:</strong> Al'Mar<br><strong>Summary:</strong> Interruptions&nbsp; <br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Amilcar, Anyala, Shred </div><br>Keiran kept his blue eyes moving around, scanning the area around them just in case a pack of Suvolte demons decided to show up. He hoped and prayed that the musk they applied to their bodies would be enough to keep away the big, bad Suvolte. Keiran was starting to get tired. All of the running paired with everything else was starting to wear down on his reserve of energy which he would need if the demons finally did decide to appear. <em>Oh shit.</em> Keiran's eyes were pulled off in the distance, far enough for warning but not far off enough for them to run. <br><br>"Hey!" Keiran called as he jumped down, landing right beside Anyala.&nbsp; "Got a pack closing in on our location. We probably have all of about three minutes before they get here." Keiran drew his knife, holding it close to him, his blue eyes looking from Anyala to Amilcar to Shred. His hopes of surviving the number of Suvolte demons that were on their way was not high. Keiran pushed the thought out of his head long enough to get a number of how many there were. "About fifteen of them if I counted correctly." The Eagle glanced down at his knife, his only weapon against the Suvolte. No sword, hellcat or fireballs. <em>Yep. I'm gonna die.</em> It was the first time Keiran told himself that and was actually okay with the thought.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Welcome To Hellworld (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Caela</strong> on <strong>14-12-2012, 23:56:21</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i980.photobucket.com/albums/ae282/caela_ecub/Blondes/ts1-1.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Abigail "Abby" Holden<br><strong>Species:</strong> Human/Slayer<br><strong>Location:</strong> The Al'Mar<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> River<br><br><hr><br><em>Relax Abs. You're a Slayer. I'm a Badass. We got this.</em><br><br>Abs? Had he really just called her that? Looking at him, a small scowl crossed her face only to quickly be washed away by a smile. He was trusting her. Why the hell he was doing it she had no idea, but he was. He might live to regret it, if they lived through this at all, but she'd take what she could get.&nbsp; Since he wasn't worrying about being quiet so much, she didn't either, though she didn't go out of her way to make noise.&nbsp; She followed close enough to keep him easily in reach if she needed his attention, but not so close that she would trip him up if he needed to react suddenly. How she knew the difference, she couldn't have said, it just seemed <em>right</em>.<br><br><em>The treasure should be nearby somewhere...</em><br><br>"Electronics. Radios will be in electronics and music should be nearby," Abby said, the thoughtful expression on her face making it clear that she was remembering something someone else had said. Looking around she spotted a Television and pointed, Should be that way. That's a television. They're useless now, but some of the older folks in Homestead said you used to be able to watch shows and movies on them. If we have space we might grab one or two, just for the extra wires and cables."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Welcome To Hellworld (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cold Heritage</strong> on <strong>15-12-2012, 04:43:32</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://img208.imageshack.us/img208/7824/post4km.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Todd Wainwright<br><strong>Species:</strong> Tarrack Daemonling<br><strong>Location:</strong> En Route to Al-Mar; ETA: Running Time<br><strong>Summary:</strong> Todd is spelled W.A.S.H. (except nobody loves Todd)<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Rae<br><br><hr>Todd nodded at Rae's clarification. The run would not make her use up stores of blood and need to feed to replenish herself, it seemed. That was better than both of them getting there in a weakened state. If she would be good to go no matter how much running happened, well . . . there was no particular need to hold back. It was not important that he come back. No one in Redemption would note his passing in any significant fashion - his room would be allotted to someone else and maybe if the Rangers kept track of it they would list him as killed in action. And life - such as it was - would carry on. If there were any tears left to shed, no one would waste them on Todd's behalf. If he died, nobody would care. It would not be something that would reflect poorly on Rae, or Cortez, in and of itself - someone would have to be making some bullshit power play for it to matter, and then, any Ranger who befell <em>some</em> undesirable consequence of vampire action would do. <br><br>He kept pace with the vampire.<br><br>"Que sera, sera, Draculina." Todd said, and started to run. It was not a particularly graceful or speedy acceleration. He was not built for it and his supernatural kind were not known for it. But he got up to a good, fast pace that was more than human, and he would be able to keep it up for the long haul to get where they wanted to go in as best a time frame as they could manage. Vampires were fast, and in their undeath freed from things that would make this onerous to the metabolically unchallenged. As such, Todd doubted Rae would have any difficulty matching and keeping pace with him - in fact, he would probably be holding her back. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Welcome To Hellworld (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheRedFear</strong> on <strong>16-12-2012, 19:40:10</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://i1099.photobucket.com/albums/g393/theredfear/MaleCharPics/The-vampire-diaries-2x14-crying-wolf-tyler-lockwood-cap_mid.jpg)<br><strong>Name:</strong> River<br><strong>Species:</strong> Primal - Totemic<br><strong>Location:</strong> Al'Mar<br><strong>Summary:</strong> Danger, Will Robinson! <br><strong>Tagged</strong> Abigail, Anyala, Amilcar, Keiran </div><br>"They're herrreeee... " He said somewhat ominously, as his ears began to pick up on the movement around them. The Suvolte were shadowing their movements but still not attacking. He figured there was at least twelve, and the faint founds of skittering suggested even more babies. <br><br>Outside, Keiran would notice that the group moving in on them now was just a first wave. A hundred more suvolte began to appear. Scattered in clusters ranging from three to twelve, surrounding the region. Perhaps hanging back and waiting to see if a Gor'Slugg came and swallowed up the group that was currently advancing on Amilcar and the others. <br><br>Inside, River said "We better move. Not sure how much longer the Slugg musk is gonna ward them off. " He seemed to throw caution to the wayside in favor of speed now as he briskly hastened to the electronics department. Much as he wanted to linger and examine, time was of the essence. He swung his backpack off his shoulders, and saw it. He would not know what he was looking for, but for the rare gift of literacy he had only recently been bestowed with a year or two ago. He saw the signs for music, which was crusted with dirt and mold but still just barely legible. He started grabbing every CD he could and stuffing them into his pack in as neat and orderly a fashion as he could without being slow about it. Once the pack was full...and he tried for a bit of variety once he'd claimed every AC/DC he could find...he rose and said "Alright...Stereos?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Welcome To Hellworld (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Caela</strong> on <strong>19-12-2012, 15:38:55</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i980.photobucket.com/albums/ae282/caela_ecub/Blondes/ts1-1.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Abigail "Abby" Holden<br><strong>Species:</strong> Human/Slayer<br><strong>Location:</strong> The Al'Mar<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> River<br><br><hr><br>Abby shot River a sharp glare at the creepy way he mentioned being able to hear the oncoming Suvolte. She heard them too, she really hadn't needed the extra dialogue to up the creep factor. Just the skittering sound of the immature Sulvolte was enough to send cold shivering down her spine. Looking at him and trying to block out the noise she muttered to herself, <em>Why</em> did you think this was a good idea Abby? Sure, go out into a Demon nest before you're even trained to fight. Twit, next time stop trying to prove something to people and keep your own skin intact, you'll live longer!"<br><br>Seeing river quicken his pace, Abby sped up as well, easily keeping up with the young man and grabbing useable CD's off the racks as well. He seemed busy pulling rock'n'roll CD's of all varieties so she grabbed more of what suited her own tastes (at least what suited her when working on electronics) and pulled in as much jazz and classical music as she could get her hands on to stuff into his pack as well. The rock might be good for the Rangers, but variety would be good for everyone and she intended to lay claim to a stereo for the workspace she would need to fix up whatever they grabbed.<br><br><em>"Alright...Stereos?"</em><br><br>Looking around Abby pointed once she spotted them and added as she moved, "The simpler it looks the better. If it's got too many bells and whistles it probably has a computer chip to keep it all running somewhere and I don't do chips. Grab a few that look unfixable too, I can strip them for parts for the working machines," she added and started tearing open boxes and grabbing demo models that weren't smashed to hell. A couple of the models she grabbed <em>were</em> smashed beyond repair, but she wanted them for the wiring, not to make them work again.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Welcome To Hellworld (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vael the Destroyer</strong> on <strong>19-12-2012, 17:57:27</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://i275.photobucket.com/albums/jj307/tylercook777/ash-stymest-and-smoking-gallery.jpg)<br><strong>Name:</strong> Keiran<br><strong>Species:</strong> Totem Warrior<br><strong>Location:</strong> Al'Mar<br><strong>Summary:</strong> Oh fuckshitgoddamn<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Amilcar, Anyala, Shred </div><br>What was originally fifteen Suvolte was now more than he would even bother to count. There was no way in hell the three of them were going to be able to kill that many demons. Even if River and Abby came out in time there was still no way they were all going to make it out alive. The safest thing to do would be to run away when they had the chance but that chance was long gone by now and they were surrounded by a ton of demons that were super strong. <br><br>"I'm never going on a mission with River again." Keiran groaned, his mind racing with ideas as to what they could do. "Do either of you know if these things are afraid of fire?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Welcome To Hellworld (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheRedFear</strong> on <strong>19-12-2012, 19:55:11</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://i1099.photobucket.com/albums/g393/theredfear/MaleCharPics/The-vampire-diaries-2x14-crying-wolf-tyler-lockwood-cap_mid.jpg)<br><strong>Name:</strong> River<br><strong>Species:</strong> Primal - Totemic<br><strong>Location:</strong> Al'Mar<br><strong>Summary:</strong> Thank you for shopping at Al'Mar, please come again.&nbsp; <br><strong>Tagged</strong> Abigail, Anyala, Amilcar, Keiran </div><br>"Score..." He said with less enthusiasm than such a declaration warranted. He found a couple of overturned shopping carts right in the stereo aisle, which allowed them to quickly load up to carts full of goods. The activity around them was growing increasingly agitated. The suvolte did not like having invaders in their hive. Especially this close to their hatchery. Their territorial instincts seemed to be gradually overwhelming their Slugg-fear. <br><br>"Alright, we're cleeeeee-oh shit..." he said as a skittering spider-like Suvolte baby launched itself at his face. It was like a mutated head scurrying about on spider-like legs. He killed it easily enough, bisecting it in mid air with his brand spankin' new superhuman reflexes. But it was what this was going to lead to that made River curse his luck. If he dodged it would have continued right on at Abby, and Slayer or not she was still new at this. So he killed the critter, even knowing that was going to make things alot more complicated. Sure enough, baby Suvolte's swift death got a nice and thunderous shreik of pure Suvoltish rage from what could only be Momma Suvolte. <br><br>"Take the carts. Run. Load them up. Run again. Now. &nbsp;" he said in short, terse words as he squared his shoulders and prepared to keep the Suvolte busy long enough for Abby to get the goods outside. He tossed her his bookbag full of CD's and dropped into a battle-ready half-crouch, fist clenched around his tomahawk. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Welcome To Hellworld (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheRaven</strong> on <strong>20-12-2012, 01:55:44</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://i220.photobucket.com/albums/dd220/KevynsMom/GothGuy.jpg)<br><strong>Name:</strong> Amilcar de Soto<br><strong>Species:</strong> Revenant<br><strong>Location:</strong> Al'Mar Exterior<br><strong>Summary:</strong> We don't need no water, <br>let the motherfuckers burn<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Anyala, Keiran, Shred</div><br>The warlock was pulled from his conversation with Anyala by the warning of incoming Suvolte. He could see some of them, as a matter of fact. <strong>"Well, I don't know if they're afraid of fire. How about we find out?</strong>" Amilcar summoned another fireball into his hands, and hurled it into the mass of demons and watching the aftereffects.<br><br>He stuck up his hands in a symbol for a touchdown, a reference he knew would nevertheless be lost on his companions. <strong>"Kick is good!"</strong> he declared, before launching another one.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Welcome To Hellworld (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Caela</strong> on <strong>22-12-2012, 15:35:55</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i980.photobucket.com/albums/ae282/caela_ecub/Blondes/ts1-1.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Abigail "Abby" Holden<br><strong>Species:</strong> Human/Slayer<br><strong>Location:</strong> The Al'Mar<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> River<br><br><hr><br>Happy to start loading up carts, Abby tried to ignore the skittering sounds that seemed to be getting closer. Apparently curiosity, and the need to protect a nest, were winning out over the smell of the demon musk that had smeared on themselves. Especially since nothing had rampaged through to eat them yet! She was hoping the smell would keep them off long enough for them to get the hell out of there...but she was cynical enough to think that probably wasn't going to happen. She was expecting them to attack...she just had no idea what she was going to do if/when they did.<br><br>And then she found out. Something leaped for River and she found herself falling into a fighting crouch, the axe he'd given her swinging lightly in her hand, into a more useable position. River took care of the baby that had leaped at him, but that simply seemed to enrage all the other demons around them!<br><br><em>Take the carts. Run. Load them up. Run again. Now. </em><br><br>Grabbing the carts Abby turned to look at River and scowled as she realized he meant to make a stand where he was!<br><br>"Are you crazy, get your ass moving! If I'm going to be pushing these things at a run, I need you covering my ass. If you're back here some of these things will get around you and come after me. Either you come with me, or I'm staying here with you," she all but growled at him. Not only was she <em>not</em> running off on her own, but now that her adrenaline had started pumping she found she was confused about where exactly she was and how the hell to get out of there! She was staying with River no matter which way he chose.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Welcome To Hellworld (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheRedFear</strong> on <strong>22-12-2012, 18:58:31</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://i1099.photobucket.com/albums/g393/theredfear/MaleCharPics/The-vampire-diaries-2x14-crying-wolf-tyler-lockwood-cap_mid.jpg)<br><strong>Name:</strong> River<br><strong>Species:</strong> Primal - Totemic<br><strong>Location:</strong> Al'Mar<br><strong>Summary:</strong> Totally NOT a last stand.&nbsp; &nbsp;<br><strong>Tagged</strong> Abigail, Anyala, Amilcar, Keiran </div><br>"This is NOT my Heroic Last Stands Abs! If that cart doesn't get outside this was all for nothing. And if we both run we both get swarmed, and the cart won't get outside! I'm just gonna hold them long enough to buy you a headstart. If you'd already had training i'd be happy to let you be the one who buys time! Now go, I'll be right behi...crap! " Five full grown Suvolte rushed him. The one benefit of such dark and cramped quarters was that it made for limited space and kept them from all charging at once. He flipped over one, pushing off it as he sailed over head to throw it off balance and send it sprawling into another. He landed on another, the impact of it bringing it crashing down as he hacked into the back of it's neck killing it. <br><br>He dove toward Abby, and rolled to his feet facing the Suvolte who were gathering themselves for another rush...their shrieks rising to entice those outside. He edged back a bit toward Abs. The Skittering of what had to be hundreds of baby suvolte could be heard swelling around them. Most of those babies likely wouldn't survive to maturity. The lack of sufficient food in the region would starve out most and allow only the strongest to survive in the long run. Of course that did little good for them right now. <br><br>The sound resulted in a pure 'oh shit' expression donning over River's face before he said "Okay...maybe we both push the damn cart."<br><br>With that he turned and hauled ass to Abby, helping her push the cart along faster and keep it steady as they hastened for the exit. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Welcome To Hellworld (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>jetblackmirror</strong> on <strong>22-12-2012, 21:07:06</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://oi49.tinypic.com/dpwt95.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Rae<br><strong>Species:</strong> Vampire<br><strong>Summary:</strong> Running. Fighting?<br><strong>Location:</strong> Heading towards Al'mar<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Todd<br><hr> She smiled some, picking up her pace to run beside him. <strong>"You can call me, Rae, by the way."</strong> She said to him, her red curls bouncing with each stride. Running wasn't that big of a deal for her, but she did want to keep at a pace that wouldn't tire him out too badly - since it looked like he needed sleep as it was. She wasn't sure how far this place would be, but she didn't want to be dragging dead weight behind her.<br><br>It wasn't until they were well out of redemption's sight that she stopped suddenly, reaching out to lightly grab one of his muscular arms, guiding him to a stop. <strong>"Do you feel that?"</strong> She asked suddenly. The was the sound of footsteps in the brush near by, and she swung around, her guard suddenly up in full force. Her face changed, slowly morphing into something more demonic, her blue eyes turning into a burning gold. <br><br>She watched as a figure moving about the dead trees. It wasn't until the figure moved from the shadows, seeing the light reflecting in its eyes that she knew it was a demon. It stepped further out, showing the up-right, muscular body. It almost had no neck, long, protruding fangs, and pointed ears. It made her roll her eyes, <strong>"Fucking Drokken (http://buffy.wikia.com/wiki/Drokken_Beast)."</strong> <br><br>Her fingers tightened around her mace, moving towards the beast. <strong>"We've got this."</strong> She said to Todd. The beast growled deeply, crouching down as though it was ready to strike.<br><br><strong>"Come on. Lets go."</strong> She said boredly, and in reply in leap at her, swinging a clawed hand. She dodged it, managing to swing around at send the pointed spikes of her mace into it's knees. It let out a groan, pulling it's leg from the spikes.<br><br>Rae went to stand when she was grabbed from behind, talon-like claws digging into her shoulders from under her arms. There were two?! Really?! She let out a cry, grabbing the knife from her belt, ramming it down through the top of the demon's foot. It let out a screech, releasing her just enough to the Rae tear away from her, quickly rising to her feet with her mace in her hands, now bleeding from her shoulders. <br><br><hr><div class="floatright">(http://thejohncarterfiles.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/12/Dejah-Thoris-Warrior-.jpg)</div><div class="floatright"><strong>Name:</strong> Anyala<br><strong>Species:</strong> Helka<br><strong>Location:</strong> Outside of Al'Mar<br><strong>Summary:</strong> OH SHIT<br><strong>Tagged</strong> Amilcar, Keiran</div><hr> Anyala was quickly pulled from the conversation at Keiran called down at them. She seemed more alert, looking over to Shred. She debated untying him, casting a glance back into the cave. They could handle it. Shred gave her a skeptical look. <br><br>She pulled her blades from her belt, crouching down in a readied stance. She watched Amilcar, an eyebrow raised slightly. He said the most peculiar things... she found it amusing. <strong>"Either that will hold them back for a moment, or you just attracted every other Suvoltes home."</strong> She said somewhat dryly. She could hear the rumbling of feet in the distance. No, there was no way this was going to work. She looked down to shred, debating if she should free them. Suddenly she let out a deep roar, her eyes turning a deep shade of red. Many Sulvote passed through Amilcar's wall of fire, flailing and slowly dying, but others rushed forwards unharmed. She rushed to meet them, leaping over fallen trees, landing cat-like on her feet. Another jump and she was on the back of one of the demons, sending a long blade through it's spinal cord. She fell with the demon, landing on her feet. She dipped in time to miss a sing from another demon, sending one blade into it's ribs, spinning as it screeched in pain, sweeping her longer blade through the air, cutting through the thick skin of the demons "neck", it's detached head and now lifeless body falling to the ground.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Welcome To Hellworld (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vael the Destroyer</strong> on <strong>22-12-2012, 22:13:12</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://i275.photobucket.com/albums/jj307/tylercook777/ash-stymest-and-smoking-gallery.jpg)<br><strong>Name:</strong> Keiran<br><strong>Species:</strong> Totem Warrior<br><strong>Location:</strong> Al'Mar<br><strong>Summary:</strong> Fear. Confusion. Strength?<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Amilcar, Anyala, Shred </div><br>Everything was happening too fast for even Keiran's eyes to keep up. He was afraid. Like frozen to the spot afraid. The last thing he saw was Amilcar throwing fireballs like a madman. Keiran still hadn't noticed that Anyala was leaping around chopping off heads. The eagle didn't snap out of the stasis until he was grabbed from behind by strong arms that threatened to crush his rib cage. Acting on instinct, Keiran got his arms free and wrapped on behind the thick neck of the Suvolte demon and flipped it over in front of him, the sound of the demon's neck snapping brought him back to himself completely. <br><br>"What the fuck?" Keiran whispered to himself, pushing himself forward into another Suvolte, his knife cutting from its demony groin all the way up to it's jaw. The next Suvolte came at him from the side, mouth open wide enough that it could probably take Keiran's head off. The eagle didn't give it time to do that. In seconds he was on its back, right arm around it's throat and jerking to the side to snap it's neck. He took no down time after any kill, just rushed forward to the next, snapping their neck or stabbing them in their spinal cord. No matter how many necks were broken there were still more to be broken. Keiran groaned as his knife slid into the back of a Suvolte's neck, dropping it to the ground. <br><br>"River!" Keiran screamed as loud as he could, knowing their leader could hear them. "Get your ass out here and help us!" The eagle twisted his body around to miss an attack, kicking a Suvolte in the top of the head as he did so, barely missing the attack while another came at him from behind. The punch thrown at him caught him in the shoulder blade and threw him against a tree, knocking the breath from his lungs and stunning him for a few seconds. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Welcome To Hellworld (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cold Heritage</strong> on <strong>22-12-2012, 23:03:58</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://img208.imageshack.us/img208/7824/post4km.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Todd Wainwright<br><strong>Species:</strong> Tarrack Daemonling<br><strong>Location:</strong> En Route to Al-Mar; ETA: Running Time<br><strong>Summary:</strong> Getting Drubbed<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Rae<br><br><hr>Todd had not sensed the Drokken Beasts that laid in waiting for them. He was not in an especially good way, and he drew a hatchet from his belt with a grim frown on his face. Drokken Beasts were especially resilient things, and Todd did not really fancy stopping to take care of the things. Rae's attack on one and then a second played out before he had much of a chance to do anything, and shifted his stance to face both of the things. The one that had taken a hit to the knee was getting up, not looking particularly worried about how the vampiress had kneecapped it. Drokken did not have enough brain power for that; they had a humanoid shape but there was nothing going on in their heads except the desire to eat flesh. <br><br>Todd moved towards the one that Rae had stabbed in the foot, reasoning that it would be unable to evade further attack and there was a chance to take it out quickly. He moved in and swung his hatchet, aiming at the thing's throat. While Todd was no demonologist and there was no way to be sure, he was ready to gamble on their being something in the almost non-existent neck of the Drokken Beast that, if struck with sufficient force, would make the demon's day take a very bad turn. Unfortunately for Todd, he noticed that the second Drokken had hurled into the air and at him. This awareness came too late for Todd to attempt any sort of evasion: he was too big and too slow for that, and the dulling nature of fatigue exacerbated both negatives to an entirely new tier of disadvantage. The Drokken slammed into Todd, and in the mess of it, he lost his weapon - it skittered and bounced out of reach. The Drokken on top of him proved to be of greater immediate concern for Todd, as it struck him with fists and claws, bruising and cutting his flesh with force that he could withstand thanks only to his demonic heritage - and then only barely. The thing tried to go in for a killing bite, and it was all Todd could do to keep that mouth at bay with both hands. He grit his teeth to keep from crying out, but he was bleeding in about a dozen places and his arms trembled with the effort of holding back the Drokken's slavering maw.<br><br>The saliva of the Drokken Beast made Todd's hand hold on its lower jaw untenable, and it slipped from his grasp. His other hand managed to guide the Drokken's mouth away from his throat, but it got a good mouthful of shoulder and bit deep. At that Todd did cry out, and he swung his hands, trying to hit somewhere soft on the Drokken. But the position he was in and his fatigue robbed his attacks of any puissance, and the natural durability of the beast was sufficient for it to ignore Todd's efforts. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Welcome To Hellworld (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>RainbowRian</strong> on <strong>23-12-2012, 05:32:50</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://www.menshealth.com/celebrity-fitness/uploads/cam-gigandet-ss1-480x415.jpg) </div><strong>Name:</strong> Stephen Marcus Aurelius<br><strong>Species:</strong> Witch<br><strong>Location:</strong> Redemption<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Open<br><hr><strong> "I guess I have alot of thinking to do then" </strong> Stephen smiled and hugged Trevor, groaning a bit.&nbsp; <strong>"&nbsp; Trevor... Perhaps... for now we should slow things down a bit.&nbsp; Is that okay? At least for now?" </strong>&nbsp; He smiled caringly and waited for the answer.&nbsp; It wasn't that he didn't want it but the situation at hand should be at the forefront of his mind. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Welcome To Hellworld (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>jetblackmirror</strong> on <strong>23-12-2012, 13:28:22</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://oi49.tinypic.com/dpwt95.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Rae<br><strong>Species:</strong> Vampire<br><strong>Summary:</strong> Trying to to die; Trying not to let Todd die.<br><strong>Location:</strong> In the middle of somewhere.<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Todd<br><hr>A fight she had once felt confident about was quickly turning into something she wasn't sure about. With Todd on the ground, she moved to get rid of the Drokken who she had stabbed, who hobbled over to her, fangs bared and very hungry. She grimaced at it's face, and swung her mace at it's head. It dodged her and lunged forward, pushing her back some. She nearly lost her footing and fell back, but as it went to lung for her again, she aimed, and with a crushing clink, managed to get land her mace square in the demons forehead, it's body falling to the ground with a thud.<br><br>She didn't want to waste much more time. She rushed over to Todd just as she heard his cries to see that the demon had taken a good bite out of him. She lifted her mace high above her head, and brought it down right between it's shoulder blades. It growled and swung an arm, sending Rae flying back. She hit a tree stump with a groan, feeling dizzy for a moment. As her vision cleared, she saw the drokken had risen, her mace now laying on the ground near by. The beast looked straight at her and began to move near her - as fast as it could with an injured knee.<br><br><em>Get up, get up, get up.</em> She thought to herself, and quickly scrambled to her feet just as the beast was closing the distance between them, trying to reach out and get it's arms around her. She barrel rolled her way over to her weapon, picking it up once again. She hopped to her feet and rushed towards the monster, giving a good underhand swing that landed the mace right under the monsters jaw. It wasn't dead, but it fell to the ground, where she swung again and crushed the things head in.<br><br>She stepped back, covered in both her blood and the monsters. She let out a deep breath and looked over to Todd. She quickly moved to his side, letting the mace drop beside her.<br><br><strong>"Oh shit..."</strong> She said softly as she looked him over. He really was in rough shape, and there really wasn't much she could do for him right now. She placed her hands over the bite taken out of his shoulder, trying to slow the blood flow. <strong>"You're fine... You're totally fine."</strong> She nodded before she bit her lip. After a moment she moved her hands <strong>"You need to trust me, ok?"</strong> She asked as she leaned in. She didn't even want to do this, as the smell of his half-demonic blood did not appeal to her at all. She pressed her mouth to the wound, carefully lapping at it. She cleared away the blood, and as she pulled away the bleeding had slowed sufficiently. One of the perks of being a vampire, she supposed. She licked his blood off of her lips, her face changing back to normal. She knew there was no moving him right now. She ran a hand over the top of his head comfortingly, giving him an almost apologetic look if he was still even with it.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Welcome To Hellworld (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Caela</strong> on <strong>23-12-2012, 16:30:17</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i980.photobucket.com/albums/ae282/caela_ecub/Blondes/ts1-1.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Abigail "Abby" Holden<br><strong>Species:</strong> Human/Slayer<br><strong>Location:</strong> The Al'Mar<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> River<br><br><hr><br>A stubborn look crossed Abby's face when he yelled at her that this wouldn't be his last stand. She'd told him to get a move on and determined she was staying with him and the look on her face made it plain she wasn't going anywhere. Besides, if they were going to get swarmed by the chittering babies she could hear, she would rather go down with him, than alone.<br><br>Then all hell broke loose and he was attacked! It made her grip the axe he'd left her with tighter but she stayed out of the way until he was stumbling over to her, suddenly changing his thoughts on their splitting up, <em>"Okay...maybe we both push the damn cart."</em><br><br>Good plan, she said and managed to laugh and punch his arm playfully before gripping the cart tightly and giving it a shove. For the first time her extra strength came in handy as she forced the cart over and around whatever debris had fallen in their way. Her only goals were to get out of the building, or at least further away from the actual nest in the hope that some of the damned Demons currently on their ass would fall back to continue to guard the eggs and babies. It still wouldn't be great odds, but it would be better than what they had now!<br><br>She also used that newfound strength to knock over any shelves they passed. It wouldn't stop the damned demons, but she was hoping it might slow a few down, even just a bit. Anything that could help she considered a good thing!
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				Title: <strong>Re: Welcome To Hellworld (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vael the Destroyer</strong> on <strong>23-12-2012, 19:37:24</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i275.photobucket.com/albums/jj307/tylercook777/Trevor.png)<br><strong>Name:</strong> Trevor<br><strong>Species:</strong> Witch<br><strong>Location:</strong> Redemption<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Stephen </div><br>Trevor retracted his hand from Stephen's member and instead wrapped his arms around the other man's waist, a smile on his face. Though extremely eager to have hot shower sex with Stephen, Trevor also wanted to take it a little bit slower. For a moment he had let his lust take hold of him but he didn't regret it. Especially not since he was strong enough to pull his hand back. <br><br>"Sorry." Trevor said sheepishly, blushing from the heat in the shower and the embarrassment he felt. "I want to wait. I always imagined my first time in a bed anyways." Trevor's hands started to make circular patterns on Stephen's back, using his nails gently to do so. It was calming to him. Eventually his heart rate slowed down and his own member softened half way as he looked into Stephen's eyes. "You are my anchor. Always bringing me back to reality." Trevor buried his nose into the crook of Stephen's neck, nuzzling him softly as he spoke. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Welcome To Hellworld (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cold Heritage</strong> on <strong>23-12-2012, 22:30:12</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://img208.imageshack.us/img208/7824/post4km.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Todd Wainwright<br><strong>Species:</strong> Tarrack Daemonling<br><strong>Location:</strong> En Route to Al-Mar; ETA: Running Time<br><strong>Summary:</strong> Save the people at Al-Mar, save the world!<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Rae<br><br><hr>Todd grinned, and then chuckled, only to stop in pain halfway through. "Could've bought me dinner first." The daemonling said, words strained. He held his ribs gingerly; one or more of them were, if not broken, then bruised pretty badly. There was also the impulse to try and joke more about calling him fine, but getting that out would only happen in a way that would ruin all the comedic timing. And really, it was not all that funny to begin with. Not increasing the pain he was in won out over self-indulgence in Todd's internal prioritizations. He worked himself up into a sitting position, and dragged himself over to a tree and rested his broad back against the dead wood.<br><br>"You keep going. From here it's not much farther. Keep bearing on in the direction we were head in. Matter of fact . . ." Todd angled his head and nodded behind them. There were wagon tracks on the ground; they would lead the vampiress to her goal. Todd swallowed, and reached for the canteen at his side. He struggled with it a bit, and eventually got the top off for a mouthful of water. "Make sure that kid and everyone he dragged out gets back to Redemption, alright? I don't . . ." He coughed. "I don't want Tara to turn me into a newt." Todd grinned, making light of the situation. "I'll catch up with you." The daemonling added. Not that a soulless bloodsucker really needed encouragement to leave wounded dead weight that was of no further use behind, but still.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Welcome To Hellworld (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheRedFear</strong> on <strong>24-12-2012, 01:05:16</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://i1099.photobucket.com/albums/g393/theredfear/MaleCharPics/The-vampire-diaries-2x14-crying-wolf-tyler-lockwood-cap_mid.jpg)<br><strong>Name:</strong> River<br><strong>Species:</strong> Primal - Totemic<br><strong>Location:</strong> Al'Mar<br><strong>Summary:</strong> Leadering! Cuz for some reason people think he's the Leader...idiots. <br><strong>Tagged</strong> The whole Al'Mar crew. But especially Shred. Cuz, yanno...he's Shred. </div><br>The shopping cart...not particularly sturdy to begin with after a decade of disuse...waited until just after they shoved it out the door before it threw it's two front wheels and ground to a halt just inches from Shred's wagon. River didn't stop running until he reached Amilcar at which point he abruptly made to grab the dead mage and spin him to face the Al'mar where a few more dozen Adult Suvolte and a small army of babies were hot on his and Abby's trail. <br><br>"Fireballs! Chokepoint! Go! " he yelled, betting on Amilcar being able to keep the Suvolte in the hive bottled up in there and prevent the group from being swarmed.&nbsp; And assuming the Revenant would understand 'We're about to die, so i'm being succinct' shorthand. <br><br>He hurled one of his tomahawks, the spike end lodging deep in the skull of the Suvolte who was advancing on Keiran intent on finishing the job. He was not a hundred percent sure that would actually kill the Suvolte, but nothing he'd ever encountered enjoyed having sharp objects in it's brain. He figured at the very least that Suvolte was down and out for the forseeable future. <br><br>"Abs, Keir, load the cart! " He yelled as he was ran and launched himself in a diving tackle at another Suvolte, barreling into two others and coming up in a straddling position, wailing away with his remaining Tomahawk as he tried to dispatch them quickly. They had to get out of here ASAP now. That meant two people loading the cart...the two least suited to close quarters combat in an open environment. And two more to keep the rest of the Suvolte at bay while the cart was loaded. And Amcilar of course, bottlenecking the Al'Mar's entrance with eldritch flames to ensure they did not get flanked. <br><br>Leaving three butchered Suvolte on the ground he rushed to assume a defensive position near the cart, reclaiming his second 'hawk. He was now positioned near the cart, but still close enough to assist Amilcar if anything went at his exposed back. "Princess, back to back!"<br><br>" Shred...Good boy!" he called at the Hellcat as something of an afterthought. Musn't make the big dangerous kitty feel left out afterall. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Welcome To Hellworld (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>jetblackmirror</strong> on <strong>24-12-2012, 02:10:17</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://oi49.tinypic.com/dpwt95.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Rae<br><strong>Species:</strong> Vampire<br><strong>Summary:</strong> Definitely NOT being caring.<br><strong>Location:</strong> Halted.<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Todd<br><hr>If he'd not been injured, she may have rolled her eyes at him. At least he was still being a smart ass. She moved to sit on her knees beside him as he propped himself up. She looked generally concerned, and as he attempted to convince her to leave him, her brow furrowed. <strong>"You're bleeding and you look like you're about to pass out. I know as soon as I leave you that's whats going to happen, and then some other demon will come along and try to have you for dinner, so, no." She moved to sit next to him, pulling her mace beside her. "Besides, I could use a rest, too."</strong> She looked down at her bleeding shoulders. They were all ready healing, but the entire front of her shirt was soaked with blood. She figured the demon must have nicked an artery. Her pale skin - if it was possible - seemed to take on an even paler tone.<br><br><strong>"River's tough. I'm sure they'll be done soon... And if not, <em>then</em> I'll go looking."</strong> She sat back, wincing at the discomfort even the low level of UV rays were starting to cause her. She'd probably had a nice sunburn by the time they got back - being a ginger and all.<br><br><hr><div class="floatright">(http://thejohncarterfiles.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/12/Dejah-Thoris-Warrior-.jpg)</div><div class="floatright"><strong>Name:</strong> Anyala<br><strong>Species:</strong> Helka<br><strong>Location:</strong> Outside of Al'Mar<br><strong>Summary:</strong> Kickin ass and draggin ass.<br><strong>Tagged</strong> Amilcar, Keiran, River, Keiran</div><hr> Anyala had just cut the head off of another demon when she heard River call to her. Her eyes burning red, she rushed to cover his back, leaving only about an inch between them. Shred looked less impressed, and if he could have rolled his eyes, he would have. Anyala hacked through one Sulvote that got to close, spilling it's innards before ramming her sword through it's throat. <strong>"This better be worth the hassle, Pretty boy."</strong> She grumbled to River before kicking a little one away into the flames.<br><br>The skittering of feet alerted her, and before she had time to react, one had locked itself onto her leg. She let out a roar before tearing it away from her flesh and cutting it apart in midair. She could feel the energy being drained from her. If Shred had been fighting with her, the frenzied state she was in could have lasted a lot longer, but since that wasn't the case, she was beginning to feel bogged down. Now bleeding, she pressed her back closer to River's. <strong>"We need to hurry this up!"</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Welcome To Hellworld (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vael the Destroyer</strong> on <strong>24-12-2012, 03:17:43</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://i275.photobucket.com/albums/jj307/tylercook777/ash-stymest-and-smoking-gallery.jpg)<br><strong>Name:</strong> Keiran<br><strong>Species:</strong> Totem Warrior<br><strong>Location:</strong> Al'Mar<br><strong>Summary:</strong> Loading shit up. Seriously?<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Abby, Amilcar, Anyala, River, Shred </div><br>"Thanks for saving my life. Call me Keir again and I'll punch you in the throat." Keiran wasted no time jumping on top of a Suvolte on his way over to Abby, snapping it's neck and grabbing a speaker afterwards to put it onto the wagon, doing this repeatedly while trying to keep a look out. It was a frenzy of movements. Anyala and River back-to-back trying to keep the Suvolte at bay. Amilcar throwing fireballs like they were nothing. Then there was the eagle and Abby left to pack up the wagon while everyone else had all of the fun. <br><br>"Get down!" Keiran screamed at Abby, pushing her out of the way and intercepting an attack that was meant for the slayer. The eagle swore as he felt his shoulder dislocate but swung around with his left arm, fist colliding against the Suvolte's thick neck, snapping the bone beneath it. Before the pain got to him he was able to pick up a couple more speaker and throw them into the wagon, hoping and praying they were done when a mental image of his brother popped into his brain. For a second he stopped completely, smiling at the image as the eagle and the bear were replaced by one being: Keiran. At that moment everything made sense yet he dared not dwell on it, stepping on a baby Suvolte that was trying to attack. <br><br>"Are we all set, Abby?" Keiran grabbed hold of the wagon, using it to stabilize his right arm then popping it back into place with a cry of pain. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Welcome To Hellworld (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cold Heritage</strong> on <strong>24-12-2012, 03:25:30</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://img208.imageshack.us/img208/7824/post4km.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Todd Wainwright<br><strong>Species:</strong> Tarrack Daemonling<br><strong>Location:</strong> Trees And Such<br><strong>Summary:</strong> Rae has chosen . . . poorly.<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Rae<br><br><hr>"I thought you said vampires don't get tired?" The daemonling asked with sidelong suspicion at some ulterior motive to Rae's choice. It genuinely surprised him that she looked generally concerned - he did not know the undead woman well enough to know if she was faking it, though if she was there was no reason he could fathom that she might be doing so. Todd took another mouthful of water, and groaned mutedly in pain. "Listen, I'm bleeding and in no shape to fight. There's the dead Drokken. Something's going to come. The blood'll draw all kinds of nasty. More than you could - should - deal with." The ranger said, trying to appeal to the vampiress's reason. It was an eminently logical argument and honestly Todd had a lot of trouble swallowing that she was risking her unlife for him by staying as she was. Dying did not bother or frighten Todd, and he was ready to go. Dragging someone else along with him was not something that he was ready for, though. It was not something that he wanted, and every second she stayed was a second closer to some scavenger coming along to pick over the remains of the fight. And there was nothing left in this world that was cute, cuddly, and harmless. <br><br>"You could take off . . ." Todd began, meaning to pre-emptively counter that her blood-soaked shirt was just as much a liability as hanging around, but then a sharp jab of pain hit him in the side. Spots danced in front of his eyes, and things went black for him. Insensate and unconscious as Todd was, it was the prime opportunity for Rae to go. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Welcome To Hellworld (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>jetblackmirror</strong> on <strong>24-12-2012, 04:56:43</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://oi49.tinypic.com/dpwt95.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Rae<br><strong>Species:</strong> Vampire<br><strong>Summary:</strong> Meeting some unexpected friends<br><strong>Location:</strong> Al'mar?<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Todd<br><hr>Rae let out a sigh as he passed out. He was right. Though honestly, she wasn't even sure why she left anyway. They could all die for all she cared, honestly. After all, it was her ass she was worried about, really. She went to stand and gather her things, ready to leave and just go right back to redemption. She glanced down at him before she took a few steps forward, only to stop and look back at him again. God, she really must have been going soft. He looked so helpless, and all because she asked him to go with her.<br><br><strong>"God damn it."</strong> She went back over to him, walking back and forth a few times as she decided how she was going to do this. She knew she wouldn't be able to carry his weight for long, but maybe she could get him just far enough to where a ranger might spot them. It was wishful thinking, but she had decided she wasn't going to let him just die without her being able to say she tried to help. She managed to heave his dead weight up, propping him back against the tree. She held him steady as she turned, trying to be very careful so that he didn't just fall over. It was a snug fit, but she managed to wedge his arms through the straps of his vest, almost wearing him like a human pack back.<br><br><strong>"Ok, big guy, let's see what we can do."</strong> She took one step, and for just a moment she thought she had this... that was, until her knees gave out and she fell to the ground, now pinned under him. She winced, slowly rolling them over. <strong>"Fuck!</strong> She wiggled her arms free, then sat beside him. This was absolutely hopeless, and fucking pointless. He had had it in his mind he was going to die for the very beginning, so why should she give a single flying fuck?! She stood again, this time dead set on leaving his ass there to be picked apart. But, the sound of wheels on the path caught her by surprised, and she looked towards redemption to see wagons coming her way, pulled by Hellcats.<br><br>Suddenly she felt some hope and rushed to meet them, and she was met with blades.<br><br><strong>"Whoa, whoa, no, it's fine. I just... we were on our way to Al'mar... to save some friends... Anyala is with them."</strong> Rae said, her hands up.<br><br>One of the Helka woman, who was much older than the rest, looked over her skeptically. "If we help you, and my daughter is not where you say she is, you will die slowly... as will he."<br><br>Rae just clapped her hands together once, <strong>"Thank you!"</strong> Perhaps it was an odd response, but it worked. Soon, the women had Todd in the back of a wagon, Rae along with him. These bitches made those wagons haul ass, and soon they were able to see the flames from the trail.<br><br>"Sulvote," One said, drawing her weapons. The elder lady nodded and motioned to some of the woman, "Take your cats in and help. Be quick and... as silent as possible. They're not far from us. The rest, stand your ground."<br><br>At least fifteen other Helka woman charged forward, all entering their frenzy along with their Hellcats. Soon, River and everyone else would notice them, Giant cats and... somewhat Giant women bursting through the flames.<br><hr><div class="floatright">(http://thejohncarterfiles.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/12/Dejah-Thoris-Warrior-.jpg)</div><div class="floatright"><strong>Name:</strong> Anyala<br><strong>Species:</strong> Helka<br><strong>Location:</strong> Outside of Al'Mar<br><strong>Summary:</strong> Da fuck?<br><strong>Tagged</strong> Amilcar, Keiran, River, Keiran</div><hr>The Helka women and their Hellcats drew her attention, suddenly becoming very worried. They were, however helpings. <strong>"Why did you come back?!"</strong> She shouted to the one who just hours earlier she'd told to turn back.<br><br>The woman grinned "You really think your mother was going to fall for that?" They hacked and slashed, able to help clear the numbers some. "Get out of here! Our wagons are on the trail, it's clear!"<br><br>Anyala looked to River, waiting for his call.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Welcome To Hellworld (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>RainbowRian</strong> on <strong>25-12-2012, 20:45:00</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://www.menshealth.com/celebrity-fitness/uploads/cam-gigandet-ss1-480x415.jpg) </div><strong>Name:</strong> Stephen Marcus Aurelius<br><strong>Species:</strong> Witch<br><strong>Location:</strong> Redemption<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Open<br><hr>Stephen shivered slightly as he felt Trevor's hand move and smiled softly putting his arms gently around his neck.&nbsp; for a second all of his fantasies had come to life and he was letting all of his walls and inhibitions fly out the wall.&nbsp; It took a very strong nagging from his conscience to say what he said, but right this second really wasn't the time for full blown sex.&nbsp; Right now was time for the emotional committment and protecting Trevor during the battle to come.&nbsp; Stephen leaned in and kissed the pink cheeks of Trevor and smiled, his dark eyes meeting Trevor's.&nbsp; <strong>" Oh yes, a bed would be better now that you mention it" </strong>&nbsp; He laughed gently then ran his fingertips across Trevor's neck.&nbsp; <strong> "You ready to go lay down and talk?" </strong> He said after Trevor&nbsp; made the comment about Stephen being his anchor which made him smile brightly as he held his lover to his chest.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Welcome To Hellworld (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheRaven</strong> on <strong>25-12-2012, 20:58:41</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://i220.photobucket.com/albums/dd220/KevynsMom/GothGuy.jpg)<br><strong>Name:</strong> Amilcar de Soto<br><strong>Species:</strong> Revenant<br><strong>Location:</strong> Al'Mar Exterior<br><strong>Summary:</strong> Pyromania!!1!<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Anyala, Keiran, Shred, River, Abby</div><br>The revenant was surprised to feel someone pick him up and turn him to face the other direction. He was, in fact, so startled that he nearly scorched River. However, having his aggression (and his body) turned to a structure that could burn made him all the happier. <strong>"Don't play with matches, kids!"</strong> he advised as he launched more fireballs through the doors and into the building, hitting a few Suvolte as they were making their way out. <strong>"Play with fireballs instead!"</strong> He continued with the barrage until there was a sizable blaze burning inside and outside. The aged and abandoned facade was beginning to groan and sag as its support was burned away. <strong>"Oh, I think it's about to collapse,"</strong> Amilcar said with no small measure of glee.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Welcome To Hellworld (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vael the Destroyer</strong> on <strong>25-12-2012, 21:19:29</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://i275.photobucket.com/albums/jj307/tylercook777/ash-stymest-and-smoking-gallery.jpg)<br><strong>Name:</strong> Keiran<br><strong>Species:</strong> Totem Warrior<br><strong>Location:</strong> Al'Mar<br><strong>Summary:</strong> GTFO<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Abby, Amilcar, Anyala, River, Shred </div><br>Shortly after the pain subsided Keiran spotted something in the distance. A group of women. More importantly, a group of Helka warriors that were on their way to save all of their asses. Keiran smiled and chuckled to himself, running a hand through his dark, greasy hair. After hearing that the Helka wanted them to leave he wasted no time. At that moment he didn't care what River thought, he needed to take a shower, heal, and sleep for a day or two. So instead of staying around and waiting for orders, Keiran left, stepping over piles of dead Suvolte while the Helka warriors took down the demons one by one around him. <br><br><hr><br><div class="floatleft">(http://i275.photobucket.com/albums/jj307/tylercook777/Trevor.png)<br><strong>Name:</strong> Trevor<br><strong>Species:</strong> Witch<br><strong>Location:</strong> Redemption<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Stephen</div><br>"Yeah." Trevor whispered, the fingertips running across his neck soothing him as he leaned against Stephen's body. Eventually he pulled himself up, looking Stephen in the eyes before pulling the older male into a brief kiss before shutting off the shower and opening the curtain, grabbing the nearest towel to dry himself off with. Once his body was dry, Trevor pulled his underwear back on, turning to Stephen and reaching for his hand as he led them to Stephen's bed. Trevor sat down first, his back to the headboard with a pillow propped behind him. Soon his arms were circling around Stephen's waist, pulling the two of them together for an intimate (but not sexual) position. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Welcome To Hellworld (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Caela</strong> on <strong>27-12-2012, 01:06:47</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i980.photobucket.com/albums/ae282/caela_ecub/Blondes/ts1-1.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Abigail "Abby" Holden<br><strong>Species:</strong> Human/Slayer<br><strong>Location:</strong> Outside the Al'Mart<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> River, Everyone<br><br><hr><br><em>Abs, Keir, load the cart!</em><br><br>At River's words Abby just nodded her head. While his attention was on them, she tossed him the spare axe he'd given her. She was going to be loading a cart, he'd need it more than she would. Turning to the carts they'd shoved out of the store, she started loading up the cart the Hellcat was hooked up to. She was utterly single-minded in her focus as she did it to. She didn't just throw things haphazard but moved with a smooth efficiency as she stacked and packed things so that nothing was loose and everything actually pushed against each other, each package helping to hold the others in place.<br><br>She only paused when Kieran suddenly yelled at her and pushed her to the ground! As soon as he moved away she was up and packing the wagon again. With so much going on around her, she chose not to pay attention to any of it. If she stopped to look she might not have started packing again. Instead she ignored it all, focusing on <em>her</em> job and trusting to the warriors to handle the fight. Letting others fight while she packed frustrated the part of her that was the awakening Slayer, but she knew she wasn't yet trained enough to be more than a hinderance. She'd be in the way. Better to do her part of the job quickly and efficiently so they could get the hell out of there!<br><br><em>"Are we all set, Abby?"</em><br><br>"Set!" she called and refused to flinch as she watched him set a dislocated shoulder. She'd seen soldiers back in Homestead do the exact same thing. It never looked pleasant and she supposed she would, eventually, find out for herself how UNpleasant it really was.<br><br>Only with the packing done did Abby actually look around and realize that the fighting was winding down. The store was on fire, there would be no returning to it again, and there were suddenly more Helka as well. She had no idea where they had come from, or when they'd arrived, but Anyala didn't seem pleased with them for reasons that Abby didn't understand. From where she stood, help was not a bad thing, but she was smart enough to know that she didn't understand the subtleties of Helka society either so she didn't speak her own thoughts on the matter.<br><br>Instead she looked at River and asked with a small smirk, "Things always this exciting around here? Or does this count as a dull day?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Welcome To Hellworld (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheRedFear</strong> on <strong>27-12-2012, 10:39:27</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://i1099.photobucket.com/albums/g393/theredfear/MaleCharPics/The-vampire-diaries-2x14-crying-wolf-tyler-lockwood-cap_mid.jpg)<br><strong>Name:</strong> River<br><strong>Species:</strong> Primal - Totemic<br><strong>Location:</strong> Al'Mar<br><strong>Summary:</strong> Autobots, Roll out!<br><strong>Tagged</strong> Any at Al'Mar. </div><br>Well he sort of regretted turning Amilcar loose on the structure. He'd hoped this success would convince the Enclave to sanction a full push to claim this territory and fully salvage the ancient repository of high quality goods for low, low prices. Seems that idea was now a bust. Still, this was a damn good haul. The arrival of the Helka took a great deal of immediate pressure off of them...unfortunately it also caused whatever lingering fear the Slugg Musk caused to vanish as the scent of the Hellcats overwhelmed it. A cacophony of shreiks in the distance said that hundreds of Suvolte who'd been keeping their distance were now rushing to support their breathren. Even with the Helka band they were going to get steamrolled by that many Suvolte. There was a reason nobody had made a major push into this region. The Suvolte's sheer numbers were overwhelming, and chances are this day would have gone very differently if they hadn't lucked onto that Slugg musk. The Helka's arrival, while fortuitous in the short term, was about to prove calamitous if they did not hurry up now. <br><br>Luckily the bulk of the Suvolte Horde still seemed a ways off in the distance and that gave them time to start hustling out of there. "We can flap gums when we're out of Suvolte territory people! Pack it up and roll out! Double time!" he said, speaking to both his own crew and the arriving Helka. <br><br>He offered a shoulder to lean on for the visibly wearied Anyala, helping her over to Shred. He grinned sideways and winked at Abby as he helped Anyala along, saying "One to ten scale? Nobody's dead or permanenetly crippled yet, so we're gonna give today a solid six. And hope that number holds. " <br><br>He hopped on the cart, and reached a hand fown to Keiran to help him up since he seemed the more roughed up and would probably benefit from a ride. "C'mon totem-boy. Up ya go. "<br><br>Assuming Keiran took the ride, once he was aboard River himself hopped down, and jogged alongside the cart as Shred got moving. On the one hand he was glad for the backup. But with the full Suvolte Horde coming now, a large group made them that much slower. He only hoped the same was true of the even larger Suvolte group. Now they had to outrun the horde and get out of their territory...and hope they weren't angry enough to chase beyond their territory. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Welcome To Hellworld (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheRaven</strong> on <strong>27-12-2012, 19:17:51</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://i220.photobucket.com/albums/dd220/KevynsMom/GothGuy.jpg)<br><strong>Name:</strong> Amilcar de Soto<br><strong>Species:</strong> Revenant<br><strong>Location:</strong> Al'Mar Exterior<br><strong>Summary:</strong> I accidentally the whole <br>treasure trove. Is this bad?<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Anyala, Keiran, Shred, River, Abby</div><br>Amilcar kept up easily with River and the carts, considering he was literally tireless. The only thing he had to worry about was damaging his muscle tissue from too much strenuous exertion, but keeping pace with a human and hellcat carts was hardly strenuous exertion. He let out a joyous crow as the building collapsed behind them. Some of the goods would be salvageable from the wreckage, but most of the store's remaining inventory would have been destroyed by the falling architecture and the flames. Still, plus side, at least a Suvolte hive had been destroyed.<br><br>The revenant felt more than a little out of place amongst the Hekla delegation, for more reasons than he was the only undead and one of the few present who wasn't a woman. Still, look at all the kitties! There was bound to be at least one that would let him pet them, right? He decided to wait for the attempted petting of the hellcats until they returned to Redemption, and kept up his jog. <strong>"You know, you don't fight like a normal human,"</strong> he said to River as he jogged up alongside him. <strong>"You're obviously not a Slayer or a Potential, so why the mysterious extra power at your command? I'm just curious is all, since I've never known too many normal humans that could delve into a Suvolte hive and come out with that many on their ass and live to tell the tale. I mean, I know you had Blondie over there to help you out, but she's greener than a Pylean."</strong> He casually tossed a blast of energy over his shoulder at a Suvolte who had gotten a little too close to the caravan for comfort.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Welcome To Hellworld (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vael the Destroyer</strong> on <strong>27-12-2012, 20:35:46</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://i275.photobucket.com/albums/jj307/tylercook777/ash-stymest-and-smoking-gallery.jpg)<br><strong>Name:</strong> Keiran<br><strong>Species:</strong> Totem Warrior<br><strong>Location:</strong> Al'Mar<br><strong>Summary:</strong> Explanations<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Abby, Amilcar, Anyala, River, Shred </div><br>"He's something different, that's right." Keiran said quietly after Amilcar finished asking River questions. The eagle turned his body around to look at the two of them, wincing at the pain in his back as he did so. "There is this legend among totem warrior tribes about warriors who can take on more than just one totem. It's rare, extremely difficult and definitely not predictable, but it does happen. More than likely, River is one of these legends." &nbsp;The more Keiran thought about it the more he believed it was true. River was fast, strong, and cunning. No one totem can carry all of those traits.<br><br>"You display aspects of the eagle, wolf, and bear. Despite how much it pains me to say it, you are a asset to Redemption. Maybe even more than the slayer as of right now since she doesn't know what the hell she is doing." Keiran looked at Abby for a second and shot her a smile and then turned back to the dead man and River. The man was definitely an anomaly, yet so was Keiran wasn't he? Of course their powers were obtained in different ways. River had awakened to become one of the strongest beings in Hellworld whereas Keiran only obtained something new through the death of his twin brother, leaving him as the last member of his clan. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Welcome To Hellworld (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Caela</strong> on <strong>27-12-2012, 21:31:55</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i980.photobucket.com/albums/ae282/caela_ecub/Blondes/ts1-1.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Abigail "Abby" Holden<br><strong>Species:</strong> Human/Slayer<br><strong>Location:</strong> Outside the Al'Mart<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> River, Everyone<br><br><hr><br><em>One to ten scale? Nobody's dead or permanently crippled yet, so we're gonna give today a solid six. And hope that number holds.</em><br><br>Abby chuckled at the wink and the comment. It seemed like a fair enough assessment to her and she was more than happy to double time it and fall into step with the others as they set to hoofing it out of Suvolte territory. She kept an ear out to what the others were talking about but was also thinking to herself at the same time. She was surprised at how easily she fell in with this group that was mostly men. It probably helped that they had a Helka Warrior with them (more than one now) and that they treated her with respect but she never would have been so at ease with this many men of Homestead in close quarters to her.<br><br>River, Keiran, and even Amilcar just seemed different to her. Despite the danger they were in, they were teasing, playful, and friendly without the leering and glances of expectation that came from men of her former acquaintance.&nbsp; <br><br>She took the comments about her being green and not knowing what she was doing with a shrug and the flash of a grin. Both men were right. She was clueless at the moment. She intended to change that quickly and shot a fresh grin at Keiran and the others in their little caravan as she said with a laugh, "Hey, I'm more than willing to learn. Anyone that wants to help whittle some of the green off I am more than willing to take lessons from!"<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Welcome To Hellworld (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheRedFear</strong> on <strong>28-12-2012, 00:29:55</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://i1099.photobucket.com/albums/g393/theredfear/MaleCharPics/The-vampire-diaries-2x14-crying-wolf-tyler-lockwood-cap_mid.jpg)<br><strong>Name:</strong> River<br><strong>Species:</strong> Primal - Totemic<br><strong>Location:</strong> Al'Mar<br><strong>Summary:</strong> Autobots, Roll out!<br><strong>Tagged</strong> Any at Al'Mar. </div><br>At first he looked at Amilcar and shrugged "No clue. One day I was out on patrol. My group ran headfirst into a band of Miquot warriors. I was the only one who survived. And tenuously at that. I blacked out...woke up a few hours later. Started dragging my bloody broken ass back to the Enclave. I was only half-conscious so i'm not sure when and where it happened but at some point I realized there were these animals around me. Old world animals, which I only recognized because someone showed me pictures of them in a book once. A wolf, a ram, and a stag. The wolf spoke to me. I only remember a little bit of what it said. Then I blacked out again and when I woke up the worst of my wounds had healed...I felt a thousand times better. And when those Miquots tracked me down before I could make it back to town I wiped the badlands with 'em. Good times. "<br><br>He listened carefully to what Keiran contributed, and shrugged again when he finished. "His theory's as good as any other i've heard. Maybe even a bit better. I do sometimes feel very...umm...yanno...'Grrr'. Usually when i'm angry or hungry or hor... " He paused and glanced over at Abby. then Anyala. " ...ding. Hording. Cuz I sometimes...horde...stuff. "<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Welcome To Hellworld (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>jetblackmirror</strong> on <strong>28-12-2012, 04:59:21</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://thejohncarterfiles.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/12/Dejah-Thoris-Warrior-.jpg)</div><div class="floatright"><strong>Name:</strong> Anyala<br><strong>Species:</strong> Helka<br><strong>Location:</strong> Heading towards redemption<br><strong>Summary:</strong> Injured, tired, confused. Not amused.<br><strong>Tagged</strong> Amilcar, Keiran, River, Keiran</div><hr>She honestly hadn't expected River to help her. But as he helped support her as they all made their escape, she didn't stop him. It wasn't until they her back on the trail that she pushed away from him, giving a slight nod as a 'thank you'. She limped some, but the pain was not unbareable. She exhaustion she felt was more overwhelming, the color drained from her skin. She was make it back though. She looked over all of the caravans, half angry they'd come back, but also somewhat relieved. She knew she was gonna hear it from her mother, though.<br><br>The conversation the boys struck up caught her interest, and at Rivers last comment her eyebrows furrowed some. If he had been covering up something remotely sexual, she was a tad oblivious to it. She only took it as one more thing that made River... odd. She shook her head lightly and looked to Amilcar. She opened her mouth to say something, then suddenly stopped. She looked away, a blush pinkening her cheeks some. She had no clue how to talk to the opposite sex - let alone give a compliment as simple as "you did good." She looked down to Shred, her gave her a less than amused look. She knew he hated being a packing mule.<br><hr><div class="floatleft">(http://oi49.tinypic.com/dpwt95.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Rae<br><strong>Species:</strong> Vampire<br><strong>Summary:</strong> Mama Rae...<br><strong>Location:</strong> Heading towards redemptiob<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> All<br><br>The stirring of the caravans and the sound of voices drew her attention. She pulled herself away from Todd's side, and peaked out the caravan curtain. When she saw the group, her eyes narrowed, looking straight at River. <strong>"You!"</strong>&nbsp; pushed apart the curtains and hopped out of the moving caravan, stomping over to the group in her blood-soaked shirt. <strong>"Do you have any idea how wor - How much trouble I got in because of you?!"</strong> She gave her shoulder a firm smack, looking around the group to make sure the most vital members her still intact. <strong>"I nearly got another ranger killed, thanks to your little 'adventure'. What the hell did you get, anyway?" She looked to the wagon and paused for a moment. Her eyes scanned over the stereos, and some cds that had been thrown in. She glared right at River once again. <strong>"A/C fucking D/C?! THIS is what you risked their lives, and yours for?!"</strong></strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Welcome To Hellworld (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vael the Destroyer</strong> on <strong>28-12-2012, 05:00:08</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://i275.photobucket.com/albums/jj307/tylercook777/ash-stymest-and-smoking-gallery.jpg)<br><strong>Name:</strong> Keiran<br><strong>Species:</strong> Totem Warrior<br><strong>Location:</strong> Al'Mar<br><strong>Summary:</strong> Call 'em out<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> A bunch</div><br>"Hoarding? What exactly do you hoard? Leftover Playboys?" Keiran smiled, catching where River was headed but then stopped himself. Keiran knew what the other male was talking about. Once the awakening of his powers happened he was horny almost all of the time. Though it was never satisfied until he and Fenrir met, then it was like they couldn't keep their hands to themselves whenever they got the chance to go at it. <br><br>"I'd personally like to hoard you sometime." Keiran winked at River, clearly joking with the other male. He held no sexual attraction to the primal. "So, Amilcar, do you like to hoard things? Or is it difficult since you know, you're dead?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Welcome To Hellworld (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheRaven</strong> on <strong>28-12-2012, 05:43:16</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://i220.photobucket.com/albums/dd220/KevynsMom/GothGuy.jpg)<br><strong>Name:</strong> Amilcar de Soto<br><strong>Species:</strong> Revenant<br><strong>Location:</strong> En route to Redemption<br><strong>Summary:</strong> Laughter and snark<br>and- ooh hey, hot vampire girl!<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Lotsa people</div><br>At his mention of the creatures, Amilcar tossed his head back and let out a long, resounding laugh. Once the laughs had decrescendoed to a few chuckles, he said, <strong>"Oh, Christ on a cracker. It seems even in an apocalypse they didn't cause, those three can't seem to keep their hands... er... paws and hooves to themselves."</strong> He patted River's shoulder a few times. <strong>"Trust me, if you've got them on your side, you'll go far. It won't always be pretty, but you'll go far."</strong><br><br>Keiran's question made him smirk a little bit. <strong>"Considering a career in undeath as a revenant after your work as a totem warrior? The perks are nice, but there's the whole issue of not really being able to hoard. Over the years, I've found certain ways to use magic or other aids to help others hoard, but physically? No, I can't hoard. It's biologically impossible. Also, the living sometimes get freaked out when I do it anyway. Something about me being cold in more ways than just emotionally. Still, hey; as long as I can avoid getting set on fire and I can find a corpse, I get to live forever. Not too bad, right?"</strong><br><br>However, the revenant was distracted from the conversation with the appearance of Rae. He cast his eyes up and down her form and whispered covertly to Keiran, <strong>"If I could, I'd definitely find a way to hoard her. Just saying."</strong> He also appeared a bit bemused at her anger over the assault on a demon hive over AC/DC CDs. He piped up, <strong>"I was going to suggest we grab some Slayer, but I'm not sure if they're exactly common fare in a place like that. Also, technically my life wasn't in any real jeopardy, just my body. I appreciate the thought, though."</strong><br><br>It appeared that while he was busy speaking with everyone else, he hadn't noticed Anyala's failed attempt to even try to compliment him.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Welcome To Hellworld (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Caela</strong> on <strong>30-12-2012, 02:44:35</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i980.photobucket.com/albums/ae282/caela_ecub/Blondes/ts1-1.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Abigail "Abby" Holden<br><strong>Species:</strong> Human/Slayer<br><strong>Location:</strong> Outside the Al'Mart<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Everyone<br><br><hr><br>As the boys rambled on about "hoarding", Abby just shook her head. Glancing to see Anyala's reaction she simply caught the other woman's gaze and rolled her eyes before stepping up behind River, leaning up on her toes and murmuring in his ear, "Horny. The word you wanted was Horny, and you needn't bother trying to be delicate around me. There's nothing you could say that the pigs who cal themselves men in Homestead haven't said, and then some. One of their favorite games is telling the girls too young to touch, in extreme detail, what they intend to do to them as soon as they're old enough to be bought and paid for," she added with a small shrug. Her tone wasn't bitter, she was simply imparting information so that he'd know her, delicate sensibilities, weren't so delicate.<br><br>Before she got the chance to say more, she heard Red screeching at River as she looked in the wagon. A small smirk curved her lips as the vampire chastised the young man. It was actually kind of cute. Still she couldn't just leave River out to dry, after all she'd agreed to come out on this fool's errand all on her own.<br><br>Digging into the bag she pulled out some of her own selections of classic rock, jazz, and classical composers like Bach and Beethoven, "Not just AC/DC. We got some stuff worth listening to as well," she added with a small grin curving her lips and then pointed at the hardware, "And plenty of hardware to play it on. I should be able to fix up most of these, and the rest are for parts."<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Welcome To Hellworld (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheRedFear</strong> on <strong>30-12-2012, 10:45:59</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://i1099.photobucket.com/albums/g393/theredfear/MaleCharPics/The-vampire-diaries-2x14-crying-wolf-tyler-lockwood-cap_mid.jpg)<br><strong>Name:</strong> River<br><strong>Species:</strong> Primal - Totemic<br><strong>Location:</strong> Al'Mar<br><strong>Summary:</strong> Lotsa lip flappin'<br><strong>Tagged</strong> Any at Al'Mar. </div><br><em>"I'd personally like to hoard you sometime."</em><br><br>"Who can blame ya? I'd hoard me too if I were you. " He said in a casual matter-of-fact tone. He smirked a bit though. And though he hadn't paid it much mind during this trip...the midst of a mission isn't really the place to discuss complex matters, or so he figured...he did want to catch Keiran later under less chaotic circumstances and learn more about these Totem Warrior things he kept mentioning. <br><br><em>"Trust me, if you've got them on your side, you'll go far. It won't always be pretty, but you'll go far."</em><br><br>He arched a brow and smirked "You're the first one I've mentioned 'those three' to who hasn't looked at me like I grew a third head. What's the big deal about them anyway? Weird talking animals. Big deal. Get me drunk enough and i'll show you a talking animal. " Though he made light of it, he figured there had to be more to these talking critters other than the distinct possibility they were each the last of their kind...millions of ravenous new supernatural predators and demons had been almost as unkind to earth's native animal species as they'd been to earth's native sentient species. But people either didn't know or didn't want to speak about it. Amilcar seemed flippant enough on the subject to share what he knew. <br><br>He was distracted before Amilcar answered by Abby. And though he'd found himself smiling when she first leaned up to whisper that smile gradually shifted into an expression of disgust, revulsion, and even a bit of shame as she described her treatment. As if simply by having a penis, he shared some degree of guilt by ascocciation with those men. Most Homestead men he'd met seemed normal enough, insofar as anyone can be described as normal nowadays. Just the right mix of mistrust, paranoia, and distaste for outsiders he expected from everyone. He never would have guessed that they went home and did such petty and mean things to their own. <br><br>Before he could find the words to express some sort of response however, he suddenly found himself faced with a flaming red vampiric hurricane. Okay. Clearly she was not an Aycee Deecie fan. Think fast River! "Ummm....I think there's a few Metallicas in there too..."<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Welcome To Hellworld (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>RainbowRian</strong> on <strong>02-01-2013, 19:18:03</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://www.menshealth.com/celebrity-fitness/uploads/cam-gigandet-ss1-480x415.jpg) </div><strong>Name:</strong> Stephen Marcus Aurelius<br><strong>Species:</strong> Witch<br><strong>Location:</strong> Redemption<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Open<br><hr>Stephen layed with Trevor, his warm skin pressing against the cold sheets after he was led to the bed.&nbsp; He layed his head softly against Trevor in a comfortable cuddling position and rested his hand against his chest.&nbsp; <strong>"So, anything you want to talk about?"</strong>&nbsp; Stephen smiled up at Trevor and leaned up to kiss him softly, hoping that he wasn't upset about the shower.&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Welcome To Hellworld (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>jetblackmirror</strong> on <strong>04-01-2013, 02:45:36</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://oi49.tinypic.com/dpwt95.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Rae<br><strong>Species:</strong> Vampire <br><strong>Location:</strong> With everyone<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> All<hr>She looked to Amilcar and just blinked, shaking her head slightly before she looked to Abby. To her, she gave a shrug and a nod, a slightly more approving look on her face. However, her eyes narrowed once against when she looked at River. <strong>"You just..."</strong> She through her hands up, then moved them to the top of her head, <strong>"I just can't even... Do you realize how bad this could have been?! Not just for you, but for everyone. I know, I'm a vampire, I'm souless, but just because you're living and... fucking soulful doesn't mean you can put others in danger, especially when that means ruining the actual IMPORTANT plans to save whatever is left of this world"</strong><br><br>She took a moment to glare at him before glancing around at everyone else, <strong>"I'm glad you all are safe. Tara said we would move the meeting to tomorrow. So you guys rest up and get patched up."</strong> She walked off, back towards the wagon Todd was still passed out in. She sat down on the ledge on the back, resting her head against the side. She was exhausted, her dark circles were forming around her eyes. Her wounds had all ready started to heal, but she definitely needed a good drink of blood when they got back. And a shower. And a stong drink. And maybe a good fuck.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Welcome To Hellworld (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vael the Destroyer</strong> on <strong>04-01-2013, 22:46:14</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://i275.photobucket.com/albums/jj307/tylercook777/ash-stymest-and-smoking-gallery.jpg)<br><strong>Name:</strong> Keiran<br><strong>Species:</strong> Totem Warrior<br><strong>Location:</strong> Outside Al'Mar<br><strong>Summary:</strong> Admiring Rae<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Open </div><br>Keiran simply rolled his eyes at River's statement that made him sound completely full of himself. He was an attractive man but his daredevil take on things and overall ability to get people in situations where they could die just made him not fuckable. Not in Keiran's eyes anyways. The female's in Redemption might be a different story though. Abby was young and probably thought with her heart more than her head so maybe she would get with River. Keiran figured Anyala would much rather do herself than be with River. And then there is the redhead vampire that came out of nowhere and started yelling at River because he was being stupid. Yeah, no way in hell he was putting anything in her anytime soon. <br><br>"I like her." Keiran pointed out, chuckling at River who seemed to be letting the whole thing roll off his shoulders like they were all fine. If it weren't for River he would be even worse off than he was now, but if it weren't for River wanting to go to Al'Mar in the first place none of this would have happened. Still, he couldn't blame River for the whole thing. He agreed to come so that was on him and not on their handsome leader. "I think the next life threatening mission we go on she should be our leader. She definitely thinks with her brain more than you, River." Kieran spoke again as he hopped out of the wagon, falling beside Abby. The time resting up in the wagon was enough for him. There were people who needed the rest more than him. He turned his attention to Rae then, holding a hand out to her. "You should get in the wagon with the big guy. The sun is starting to bother you and I can tell."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Welcome To Hellworld (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>jetblackmirror</strong> on <strong>06-01-2013, 02:08:41</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://oi49.tinypic.com/dpwt95.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Rae<br><strong>Species:</strong> Vampire <br><strong>Location:</strong> With everyone<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Keiran<hr>Rae looked up at Keiran some her place on the back of the wagon. She looked to his hand, then down to hers, the tops of which had turned pink. <strong>"Mother fuck."</strong> She sighed, but shook her head lightly at Keiran. <strong>"I have a feeling he wakes up violently."</strong> She half smiled, shaking her head again. She looked Keiran over, <strong>"How old are you? 17?"</strong> She smiled at him, holding onto the back of the wagon. <strong>"What a cute little totem warrior. With those freckles of yours."</strong> She said playfully. Keiran seemed like a fun kid, and he was awfully cute. It was a shame he was gay - well, at least she figured he was. Her gaydar was going off a little.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Welcome To Hellworld (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vael the Destroyer</strong> on <strong>06-01-2013, 02:24:10</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://i275.photobucket.com/albums/jj307/tylercook777/ash-stymest-and-smoking-gallery.jpg)<br><strong>Name:</strong> Keiran<br><strong>Species:</strong> Totem Warrior<br><strong>Location:</strong> Outside Al'Mar<br><strong>Summary:</strong> Admiring Rae more<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Rae </div><br>"I'm 18." Keiran stated. Though it wasn't much older he thought he should say it anyways. For some reason he didn't want this gorgeous red haired vampire thinking he was jailbait. What she said about his freckles made him blush, but he didn't look away from her, just smiled and gave her a look up and down. His blue eyes lingered on her legs. The way the jeans fit her showed off all of her assets in a way that Keiran loved. It was usually uncommon for Keiran to find a woman he was sexually attracted to, but when he did he knew what he had to do. <br><br>"Thanks. They aren't just on my face, you know." Keiran got closer and whispered the last line to her, his lips an inch away from her ear. If they weren't surrounded by others he probably would have gave her earlobe a tiny nip afterwards. The vampire just seemed like she was a freak in the sheets so Keiran couldn't help but think if he were a good boy she'd reward him with a bite of her own.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Welcome To Hellworld (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>jetblackmirror</strong> on <strong>06-01-2013, 02:54:13</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://oi49.tinypic.com/dpwt95.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Rae<br><strong>Species:</strong> Vampire <br><strong>Location:</strong> With everyone<br><strong>Summary:</strong> Flirting with a gay boy.<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> All<hr>They way he blush was absolutely adorable. She just wanted to reach over and pinch his cheeks. She lined into him as he moved to whisper into her ear. Her eyebrows went up, suddenly realizing that he was, indeed flirting with her. She looked over at him, scanning over his features briefly.&nbsp; A smirk pulled at one corner of her mouth. She leaned back into him, her lips next to his ear. <strong>"You'll have to show be sometime."</strong> Her voice was low and velvety, letting her lips brush over his ear just slightly as she spoke. She pulled away, a smile on her face.<br><br><strong>"I like you... you have... Spunk."</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Welcome To Hellworld (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vael the Destroyer</strong> on <strong>06-01-2013, 03:07:12</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://i275.photobucket.com/albums/jj307/tylercook777/ash-stymest-and-smoking-gallery.jpg)<br><strong>Name:</strong> Keiran<br><strong>Species:</strong> Totem Warrior<br><strong>Location:</strong> Outside Al'Mar<br><strong>Summary:</strong> Flirting with a vampire harlot<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Rae </div> <br><br>"You're one to talk." Keiran's hands came up to her sides, tracing up them gently, fingertips lingering right above her hips and the curve inwards after them. The vampire was definitely the most attractive female out of all of those he had seen in Redemption so far. Possibly the only woman in Redemption he would want to take to his bed and fuck like they were gonna die tomorrow. Though in Hellworld you sure as hell don't know. Especially with a rambunctious horndog like River in charge. If it weren't for the Helka they all would have died. Keiran saw living through that was a reason to celebrate. Was there any better way than to hookup with the hottest dead girl out of the bunch? <br><br>"I'll show you mine if you show me yours." The eagle teased, his hand cupping the side of her breasts gently before giving them a slight squeeze before letting them go and resuming his pace next to her instead of behind her. For a second he thought about daring her to a race back to Redemption, but he was just being impatient to get her clothes off. The least he could do was buy her a drink.&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Welcome To Hellworld (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>jetblackmirror</strong> on <strong>06-01-2013, 03:21:08</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://oi49.tinypic.com/dpwt95.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Rae<br><strong>Species:</strong> Vampire <br><strong>Location:</strong> With everyone<br><strong>Summary:</strong> Flirting with a gay boy.<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> All<hr>She felt his hands move to her hips, then slowly inch up and up. Her breathing hitched some as his fingers gripped her breasts, her lips spreading into a grin. She pouted a little as he pulled away, looking over at him as he moved to walk beside her. She stepped onto the ledge of the wagon, <strong>"Then maybe we'll have to meet up when we get back. I don't know about you, but I need a shower... maybe I can meet you for a drink? I suggest the witches bar. The one the ranger hang out in is full of... well... rangers."</strong> She shrugged, then gave him a playful wink. <strong>"Then maybe I can show you around... to my room."</strong> She grinned, then pushed the wagon's curtain aside and stepped in, sitting next Todd.<br><br>Once the Helka's caravan arrived back in Redemption, they were greeted by a few rangers who were there to help, along with Tara, who didn't seemed thrilled. Rae climbed out of the wagon and paused slightly upon seeing her. Tara walked towards her, but she was not stopped at she passed by. She obviously was more worried about Rive, Abby, and the rest. The Rangers pulled Todd from the wagon, struggling some. <strong>"He gonna be ok?"</strong><br><br>"He's a resistant guy."<br><br>Rae nodded, heading off towards her room at a bit of a brisk pace. She'd done enough socializing for now.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Welcome To Hellworld (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vael the Destroyer</strong> on <strong>06-01-2013, 03:39:45</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://i275.photobucket.com/albums/jj307/tylercook777/ash-stymest-and-smoking-gallery.jpg)<br><strong>Name:</strong> Keiran<br><strong>Species:</strong> Totem Warrior<br><strong>Location:</strong> Redemption<br><strong>Summary:</strong> Flirting with Rae<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Open </div><br>"Shower sounds good." Keiran bit down on his bottom lip as he thought of Rae naked, hot water running down her pale skin while clinging to her red hair. She was a walking wet dream. He had no idea why River hadn't fucker her yet. His loss. "Whiskey, blood, or both?" The eagle chuckled as she entered the wagon, cocking his head to the side to get an even better view of her ass. That thought hadn't crossed his mind before. When it did he pushed it out quickly, saving it for later. <br><br>Keiran didn't wait much longer after they reached Redemption to find out where he would be staying and run off to the showers. He smelled of blood and sweat which was all washed off as quickly as possible, replaced by the generic smell of old school Irish spring that was left over after the end of the world. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Welcome To Hellworld (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Caela</strong> on <strong>06-01-2013, 04:23:36</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i980.photobucket.com/albums/ae282/caela_ecub/Blondes/ts1-1.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Abigail "Abby" Holden<br><strong>Species:</strong> Human/Slayer<br><strong>Location:</strong> Heading back to Redemption<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Everyone<br><br><hr><br>Abby watched the changing expressions on River's face with a clear amount of confusion on her own. She hadn't said anything that wasn't a simple fact and yet he seemed disgusted and, was that really shame she saw on his face? What could he have to feel ashamed for? It wasn't as if he was one of the men she'd mentioned and he certainly been nothing but cordial to her himself. The fact that anyone would feel ashamed for the way the men she'd grown up with acted clearly just made no sense to the young woman. She simply couldn't fathom any <em>male</em> having that kind of capacity for empathy.<br><br>"Don't let it disturb you <em>that</em> much," she said reaching out and placing a hand lightly on his arm. "If I'd wanted to shock or horrify you, I'd tell you stories about what actually happens <em>inside</em> the Brothel!"<br><br>The look on her face made it clear she was teasing him with no idea just how awful her words might sound to someone else. As badly as he'd taken her initial comment, it still didn't occur to her that this further commentary on the abuses the women of Homestead faced, and that most had simply come to consider normal, might make him even more disgusted.<br><br>Giving a small shrug she left him to be yelled at by Rae and jogged ahead just slightly. She wanted to get a closer look at the Helka and their cats without getting too close and become a bother. She found both the women and the cats to be amazing. Strong and bonded to each other, the women weren't the sort that anyone would ever actually think could be enslaved. An enemy would kill them, or die trying, but surely wouldn't expect them to roll over like dogs for any abuse dished out on them.<br><br>She'd idealized them every since she was old enough to realize the men of Homestead were frightened of them. Anything human (or mostly so) that scared the men she grew up with, she had considered a good thing since she was barely more than a toddler. Now she got the chance to study them and, she hoped, she would also get to study <em>with</em> them as well as the Rangers in Redemption.<br><br>The trip back went far more quickly then she would have anticipated and when they reached the gates once more she looked around and bit her lower lip, worrying it slightly before simply looking to River and asking, "So, ummmm, where do I actually go now? I sort of took off with you before I found out, and all my stuff is likely being housed wherever my father is staying and there's not enough soap, or electronics, left in the world to get me anywhere near the Homestead contingent."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Welcome To Hellworld (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheRedFear</strong> on <strong>08-01-2013, 10:22:34</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://i1099.photobucket.com/albums/g393/theredfear/MaleCharPics/The-vampire-diaries-2x14-crying-wolf-tyler-lockwood-cap_mid.jpg)<br><strong>Name:</strong> River<br><strong>Species:</strong> Primal - Totemic<br><strong>Location:</strong> Enclave<br><strong>Summary:</strong> Returning to the Enclave<br><strong>Tagged</strong> Any </div><br>"Hey, think of it this way Rae. This whole gathering...trying to convince everyone to work together more closely...was a longshot. Now we just proved that a small team with representatives from all...well, most of the Holdouts can accomplish what not individual holdout can. That'll go a long way toward cementing this alliance. At least, that's what I plan to tell Tara when she starts giving me that 'I'm gonna Toad you' look. &nbsp;" he said with a grin and a shrug. <br><br>Before long the group was back in Enclave territory and the Suvolte stopped chasing. A group of Rangers eventually came to meet them and escort them the rest of the way, as per protocol. When they finally reached the gates, he looked at Abigail and said "Well, I guess you and me can go meet with Tara now. She can give you your quarters, and read me the riot act at the same time. Fun for everybody. "<br><br>"Speaking of fun for everyone..." He was somewhat concerned that Tara and the rest of the Enclave Council would decide that ALL the stereos should be confiscated and stripped for parts to be used in the repair and maintenance of more important equipment. Portable Generators, communication equipment, etc, etc. If that happened, he was gonna hear some old world music at least once before he missed his chance.&nbsp; "...might as well ride up to the hill in style.<br><br>He fished around in the CD pack and moved to the biggest of the sound systems they'd aquired, with large built-in speakers. He fiddled for a minute or so before figuring out how to put the CD in. Now granted, River's reading skills were...limited. He wasn't illiterate by any means, but there just wasn't alot of need for literacy in a Ranger's life. See Demons, kill Demons. Simple. But he could sound a word out and figure out what it meant when he needed to. So when he figured out that the word under he big dial was 'Volume', he cranked that all the way up. Then he hit play, and after a few flickers from the various lights it finally roared back to life. <br><br>Iron man / Iron man 2 - Thunderstruck by ACDC. (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xAR3O3yH8LM#)
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				Title: <strong>Re: Welcome To Hellworld (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheRaven</strong> on <strong>12-01-2013, 02:45:56</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://i220.photobucket.com/albums/dd220/KevynsMom/GothGuy.jpg)<br><strong>Name:</strong> Amilcar de Soto<br><strong>Species:</strong> Revenant<br><strong>Location:</strong> Redemption Gates<br><strong>Summary:</strong> Rocking out,<br>successfully working up the<br>nerve to pet the kitty<br><strong>Tagged:</strong>Shred, Anyala, <br>Hekla Tribeswomen, River</div><br>Amilcar approved of the AC/DC that sounded through the stereo. He did a little bit of air guitar to go with the introduction, and hummed along with the lyrics for a few minutes on the ride up the hill. Once they reached the gates, the revenant glanced down at Anyala's hellcat. <strong>"You know, kitty, I'm sure you would've kicked about ten metric tons of demon ass back there if you hadn't been forced into playing pack mule."</strong> He bit his bottom lip, considering the danger of the course of action he was contemplating. Anyala not speaking to him: awkward. Hekla Tribe refusing to talk with the Magic Kingdom during their little peace summit: very, very awkward. Shred taking a bite out of him: downright atrocious. <br><br>Still, he reasoned he may as well do it while the hellcat was less mobile. He didn't think he'd get another opportunity like this to make sure that he would be safer staying away from the cats rather than trying to play with them. After making sure that his fingers weren't doing the whole "trembling" thing that humans do, he put his hand in the space behind Shred's ears and scratched gently, smoothing back along where he had itched with his flat hand just afterward. He was, of course, still under the assumption that any one of the tribeswomen (or heaven forbid, their hellcats) would take offense to his petting of one of the hellcats, and was ready to bolt through the gates at any moment.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Welcome To Hellworld (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Caela</strong> on <strong>12-01-2013, 04:34:02</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i980.photobucket.com/albums/ae282/caela_ecub/Blondes/ts1-1.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Abigail "Abby" Holden<br><strong>Species:</strong> Human/Slayer<br><strong>Location:</strong> Redemption<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> River<br><br><hr><br>Abby blinked at River's blithe attitude toward going to see Tara. Glancing between him and the cart filled with stereos and music she, silently, prayed that the Witch would be lulled by the haul they'd brought back...and the fact that River had made a point to Rae. Representatives of most of the Holdouts had worked together toward a common cause and come back with the goal they had set out to retrieve. No one was dead, no one was maimed, the guy in the cart was injured but Abby thought he'd end up fine in the end.<br><br>Overall she'd qualify the raid as a success. <br><br>Though..."Are we really going to go talk to Tara smelling like a dead demon?" she asked though she couldn't recall the name of the demon that had shot up from the ground trying to eat them.<br><br>Before she got a reply, River had music pounding out around them making her sigh, roll her eyes, and then laugh and reach around to swat him in the shoulder, "I somehow doubt <em>that's</em> going to put her in a generous mood towards us!"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Welcome To Hellworld (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cold Heritage</strong> on <strong>12-01-2013, 04:43:26</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://img208.imageshack.us/img208/7824/post4km.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Todd Wainwright<br><strong>Species:</strong> Tarrack Daemonling<br><strong>Location:</strong> Redemption<br><strong>Summary:</strong> Todd sleeps toniiiiiiight<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> None<br><br><hr>Back at Redemption, Todd was unceremoniously hauled into the Ranger Barracks by several of his fellow rangers. The burden was onerous and unwanted; at Todd's room the group simply tossed him in after opening the door, leaving the daemonling to perish from his injuries or to recover from them. His welfare was not on their minds. Each of them thought only of getting off duty and then consuming marijuana in some fashion, and perhaps trying to find someone to fuck. Todd remained unconscious, and they closed the door on him, walking away without any further thought on the matter. Todd lay, face-down, on the floorboards of his room in a position that would do him no favours once he awoke. His wounds, at least, were sufficiently clotted that they did not re-open after being discarded like so much humanoid refuse, and he was too deeply unconscious to be roused by any pain that might have been inflicted. It would probably be a good long while before the daemonling arose. Bone-deep weariness would keep him under moreso than his injuries, which he would recuperate from at a superhuman rate.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Welcome To Hellworld (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>jetblackmirror</strong> on <strong>16-01-2013, 03:03:10</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://thejohncarterfiles.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/12/Dejah-Thoris-Warrior-.jpg)</div><div class="floatright"><strong>Name:</strong> Anyala<br><strong>Species:</strong> Helka<br><strong>Location:</strong> Redemptiom<br><strong>Tagged</strong> Amilcar</div><hr>Shred gave Amilcar as he spoke, but looked back straight ahead in his normal, unamused fashion. The hellcat flinched slightly at the foreign feeling hand, then let out a huff. If he could have rolled his eyes, he would have. He let Amilcar have his fun for a moment, then let a deep growl rumble through his chest.<br><br>Initially, Anyala winced at the sound of the music. People really listened to this. Soon, though, she was able to block it out, and Amilcar distracted her some. Her lips curled into a smile at his interation with Shred, and then she let out a hearty laugh as Shred growled. She shook her head lightly.<br><br><strong>"Don't take it too dearly to heart... Shred doesn't like very many people."</strong> She said to him. However, she was met with her mothers very unhappy looking gaze as they reached the gates. Her smile faded and she glanced once more over at Amilcar. <br><br><strong>"You did well... Never would have thought that something that could be ended with fire could make it so well."</strong> She moved from his side to join the rest of the group, who were taken away to the quarters.<br><hr><div class="floatleft">(http://www.nndb.com/people/069/000108742/amber-benson.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Tara<br><strong>Species:</strong> Witch<br><strong>Location:</strong> Redemption<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> All<hr>Tara watched as the group approached, the music only deepening the frown on her face. When she was finally face to face with them, she took a moment to look over them all. She didn't speak for a moment, but finally she took in a deep breath.<br><br>"I'm glad you all are ok." She looked to Abby, then nodded towards another witch near her, "This is Nicola, she'll show you to your room."<br><br>Her eyes moved to River, her gaze suddenly becoming cold. "I'm not sure how angry I should be at you, considering they're all here in one piece, but I think a lot of that has to do with the Helka woman who showed up to help you." Her jaw tightened, and she took a step closer. It was almost like there was actual fire in her eyes, "You ever pull something like this again, and I will make you so miserable; I will make you suffer so much that you will beg to let me hand you over to Cortez. Do you understand?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Welcome To Hellworld (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheRedFear</strong> on <strong>16-01-2013, 04:49:51</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://i1099.photobucket.com/albums/g393/theredfear/MaleCharPics/The-vampire-diaries-2x14-crying-wolf-tyler-lockwood-cap_mid.jpg)<br><strong>Name:</strong> River<br><strong>Species:</strong> Primal - Totemic<br><strong>Location:</strong> Enclave<br><strong>Summary:</strong> On the way to see Tara<br><strong>Tagged</strong> Abi, Tara, any </div><br>"Kind of a tradeoff. She might get more annoyed if we make her wait. She might get more annoyed if we show up smelly. Can't say for sure, but I for one would rather get it over with so that I can relax after I wash up. Assuming we can spare the water for a bath. Of course, I'm thinking the other Rangers will volunteer their bath-water rations for me wash up before they let me through the barracks doors. Heh. "by the time Thunderstruck was done blaring, they were almost to the Hill...and had quite a following in their wake. <br><br>To locals, Redemption was divided in two. Redemption and the Enclave. Redemption made up the majority of the town itself. Habitable buildings, and crudely-erected shanty towns, creating a twisting seething mass of humanity crammed desperately into as much free space as could accomodate them without creating a hygenic nightmare that was ripe for the next Bubonic Plague. Alot of effort was put into keeping things sanitary, though clearly some districts benefited from this effort better than others. <br><br>Then as you moved up sloping hills and streets, you came to the Enclave. This seemed to be primarily comprised of what you would call Suburbs back in the old world, with a few houses that were just large enough to be considered mansions, and the remnants of a small commercial district and old college campus. All in varying states of repair of course. While rampaging demon hordes weren't that much of an issue in this region during the initial stages of the collapse, a squadron of fighter jets out of fort Homestead did engage a flight of dragons in a pitched aerial battle sixteen years ago, so several stray rockets and bits of debris had left their mark here and there. This portion of the city held about 10% of the population of Redemption. This was where the important people lived. The Enclave. The main barracks and training grounds of the Rangers. Doctors, engineers, botanists, animal breeders, and others who posessed high-value skills that made them critical to the survival of the over all community. It was more spacious in the Enclave. Food and water rations were more plentiful and of higher quality. That was probably the single biggest source of tension between the Haves of the Enclave and the Havenots of Redemption. The people who provided the most invaluable services to the community reaped greater rewards. <br><br>Most outsiders of course didn't distinguish between Redemption and the Enclave. To them there was simply "The Enclave". Residents didn't distinguish either, until Elsa had begun her rabble-rousing in recent years, sharpening and defining the divide in class structure within the holdout. By the time they reached the gates seperating Redemption and the Enclave however, something that hadn't happened in years was unfolding. Haves and Havenots alike were hearing something that they either had not heard in sixteen years or...for many like River...had not heard ever. When River and the others reached the gate they had a mingled crowd of people laughing, dancing, and generally rocking out in their wake. The music was having a profound effect as people with rumbling bellies rose to their feet with a new sparkle in their eyes. They were about halfway though 'Back in Black' by the time River spotted Tara and steeled himself. <br><br>Leaving the wagon, music, and growing party behind he went ahead with the others so his reaming wouldn't disrupt the impromptu festivities. He watched first as the Slayer was handed off to Nicola. He swallowed a bit at the threat, and nodded at her words. "Yes ma'am... " He knew he should leave it there, but he hesitated to leave. Then he decided to speak up anyway. "With due respect Tara...We would have made it without them. It might have even been easier. " <br><br>It was a minor issue perhaps, but considering what an incredible accomplishment they'd pulled off, he did not want it diminished by the thought they wouldn't have made it if the feline cavalry had not showed up.The group had worked too hard and accomplished something incredible, and he felt there should be recognition of that. Not just from Tara, but from all the holdouts. Especially when it came time to convince the other leaders of the value of uniting more firmly in a true alliance. And he really did think they would have had a smoother exit without the 11th hour arrival of the feline cavalry. The bulk of the Suvolte horde did not attack until the smell of the cats overwhelmed the smell of the Slugg musk. He doubted they would have given any serious pursuit of the group once they realized the group was fleeing. <br><br>"That said, the Helka were able to exploit the disarray in the Suvolte to thin their numbers considerably. Between that and the loss of their central nest, the Suvolte territory might actually be ripe for a big push to fully eradicate them. " he added, trying to give her a tactical assessment of the mission which she...as leader...could take into consideration for future operations she sanctioned. "Assuming we strike before they have time to dig in again. A month, maybe two at the most. At the very least we may be able to push the Suvolte east...right up against Gorshlak's front door. Give that sunuvabitch a nice surprise. &nbsp;"<br><br>Gorshlak was one of seven Demon Warlords in the region. He controlled a large army, and held thousands of human slaves that he and his kind used for food, sport, and general amusement. The armies these warlords commanded made them generally too strong to be directly challenged for any holdout with the possible exception of Mercury Lake. The warlords mostly didn't care about the Holdouts, focused primarily on a cold war between each other. They knew none of the Holdouts really had the strength to challenge them directly...not on their own. But they also knew the Holdouts were strong enough to make any serious effort to conquer them costly. And that cost would leave them vulnerable to conquest from another Warlord. So the Warlords mostly left the Holdouts alone and vice verca. Occasionally they would launch breif attacks or send a few waves of Cannon Fodder at the Holdouts to weaken them a bit and ensure none grew strong enough to pose a direct threat. But that was about the extent of it. In fact, it was the fast-breeding Suvolte they often used for such Cannon Fodder.&nbsp; Although considering how brutishly tough they are, Suvolte really do put the 'Cannon' in Cannon Fodder. "We play it right, we might even be able to make it look like Freya's forces sent them. Gorshlak would never beleive we were strong enough to route the Suvolte and drive them frenzying into his territory. If we can push the Suvolte north first, then east...it'll look like they came from Freya's direction. We get Gorshlak and Freya's armies killing each other...that's the kinda show i'd pay to see ma'am. "<br><br>Of course such an ambitious idea would take alot more manpower...and firepower...than the Rangers alone could bring to the field. But they were having a summit with the other Holdouts specifically to address the kind of operations no one Holdout could execute alone. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Welcome To Hellworld (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>RainbowRian</strong> on <strong>16-01-2013, 20:10:32</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://www.menshealth.com/celebrity-fitness/uploads/cam-gigandet-ss1-480x415.jpg) </div><strong>Name:</strong> Stephen Marcus Aurelius<br><strong>Species:</strong> Witch<br><strong>Location:</strong> Redemption<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Open<br><hr>After apparently dozing into a slumber with Trevor against him, Stephen softly got up from the bed as to not disturb him and made his way to the bathroom.&nbsp; He grabbed a glass of water and stood in the doorway looking at him, with half waking eyes, sparkling in the dim light.&nbsp; He was unsure how to feel about their current status, but he did love him and would continue to do so.&nbsp; He also didn't know if it was something he should tell Tara or not.&nbsp; After finishing his glass he made his way back to the edge of the bed and sat the small cup on the night table, softly making his way back to Trevor and enveloping him in his arms once more.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Welcome To Hellworld (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vael the Destroyer</strong> on <strong>18-01-2013, 18:11:19</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i275.photobucket.com/albums/jj307/tylercook777/Trevor.png)<br><strong>Name:</strong> Trevor<br><strong>Species:</strong> Witch<br><strong>Location:</strong> Redemption<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Stephen </div><br>Trevor fell into a deep sleep which rendered him unable to wake up by any noise or movement. Well, until Stephen came back to bed Trevor hadn't even known that he left. His blue eyes cracked open as he let himself be pulled into an embrace from the man he loved. A pleased noise radiated in his throat and he kissed Stephen's jaw before nuzzling into his neck. It was a very comfortable situation, one he was willing to leave yet. But he would have to soon since Tara would probably be wondering where he was. She probably knew that Stephen was back, so if she connected the dots she would understand. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Welcome To Hellworld (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Caela</strong> on <strong>18-01-2013, 19:05:13</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i980.photobucket.com/albums/ae282/caela_ecub/Blondes/ts1-1.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Abigail "Abby" Holden<br><strong>Species:</strong> Human/Slayer<br><strong>Location:</strong> Redemption<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> River, Tara, Nicola(NPC)<br><br><hr><br><em> "This is Nicola, she'll show you to your room."</em><br><br>Glancing to the Witch Tara had nodded toward, Abby managed to flash her a warm grin but didn't offer to shake hands. She knew what she smelled like just then and didn't want any of it to accidentally wipe off on anyone else! "It's a please to meet you Nicola. I'll shake hands properly when I don't smell like something backed up out of a drainage pipe," she said with a low chuckle.<br><br>Getting ready to follow the Witch, she looked between River and Tara and shook her head at the Witch's expression, "Don't be too angry with just River, we all agreed to go with him," she said to Tara before looking to River and flashing him a grin and a meaningful glance at the radios and cd's, "If you can get someone to get my toolbox - it should be in my father's quarters I'd imagine - I'll get to work on some of those as soon as I get this stink off of me."<br><br>Turning her attention fully back to Nicola, she motioned for the other woman to lead the way and followed as she was led to a building that was labeled as a dormitory of some sort. It was clear from the raucous noise inside that this place housed both men and women and Abby had to stop and blink at the sight of people of <em>both</em> genders living together! The women were outnumbered by the men but the men didn't seem to be trying to subjugate the women in any way and the women seemed just as lively and vocal as the men!<br><br>Abby didn't even realize she'd stopped until Nicola came back and touched her arm, a brave thing to do considering how badly she stank, to get her moving again! Blinking she continued to follow the Witch, managing to muster a shy smile for anyone that greeted her, and a soft laugh when the scent surrounding her was mentioned. She was also grateful when a lumpy piece of soap was shoved into her hand and one of the women pointed Nicola, and her, toward the shower at the end of one of the hallways. Nicola, it turned out, was resourceful enough to manage to get someone to cough up a spare pair of shorts and a tank top for her to borrow as well, so that her own clothes could be either be laundered, or burned if the smell couldn't be gotten out of them!<br><br>Once she was clean she didn't complain that the borrowed shorts were a bit snug, she could still breathe so she didn't much care that they clung to her ass like they'd been painted on, or that the tank top was big enough to make her look like a child playing dress up in her parent's clothing! She tied a knot into the shirt, at the small of her back, so that it wouldn't hang to her knees, and simply continued to follow Nicola to was seemed to be a group bedroom. Multiple beds lined the walls and Nicola explained that private quarters could be earned as they became available. <br><br>Seeing the beds, Abby suddenly felt weary straight down to her bones. It had been a long day, both emotionally and physically. There was nothing more she could do until River brought her the radios to work on and her tools and looking at the beds there was only one thing in her mind...taking the first one she was told was open, she flopped into it, yanked a sheet over her legs, and was asleep almost before her head hit the pillow! <br>
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