Fueding Bloods (Vampire)
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				Title: <strong>Fueding Bloods (Vampire)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sairin</strong> on <strong>10-02-2012, 05:26:59</strong>
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				<div align="center"><strong>If interesting in joining, please view this thread: http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=131014.0 (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=131014.0)</strong></div><br><div class="floatleft">(http://i1208.photobucket.com/albums/cc367/sairif/green-1.jpg)</div><div align="center"><strong>Name:</strong> Ahri Latour<br><strong>Race/Position:</strong> Ordinary Human (High School student, aspiring Detective)<br><strong>Location:</strong> The Latour household -&gt; Cafe<br><strong>Time:</strong> Day one, Afternoon to dusk<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Open</div><br><hr><br><br><br>&nbsp; Ahri Latour ignored the ringing phone knowing exactly who it was. Leaning over her father's desk, she sifted through his files of ongoing cases.<br><br>&nbsp; "You've reached the Latour family," called the answering machine, "if you are looking for Detective Kurt Latour, please contact my office. If not, leave your name and number after the tone," a simple beep followed. Ahri lifted her head to gaze through the doorway and into the kitchen where the phone hung upon the wall.<br><br>&nbsp; "Afternoon, Mr. Latour. As our records state, your daughter, Ahri, has missed another day of school," Ahri returned her attention to the cases again, wondering if the administration of Baker High School was annoyed with the answering machine of the Latour house hold as they listened to it several days a week, "Just a friendly reminder that students of Baker High School are to attend every day unless excused with a parent's permission and that we have not received. For a long time, Mr. Latour. Regardless, just so you are aware your daughter has missed another day of school, reaching an astounding fifty-two days this year alone. Today is the third day this week, Mr. Latour. Please keep your daughter in check, as education is very beneficial for a young woman's future! Thank you for your time."<br><br>Ahri picked up a random folder from the center of the pile, unable to choose between the cases as she began her way to the answering machine. Pressing the message button, the phone began to repeat the message and once it was done, Ahri deleted the message as she always did.<br><br>"Sorry dad," Ahri whispered as she slid on sneakers and grabbed her purse off the coat hanger behind the front door. Being slightly warm, but chilly the past few days, she grabbed a light jacket and threw it over the elbow of her arm. Swinging open the door, Ahri stepped outside and made sure lock it behind her. Glancing to the left and the right, scanning for any suspicious signs, Ahri found everything to be normal or about there. <br><br>Opening the file, Ahri stepped onto the sidewalk and began to travel north. She stopped a few feet as her eyes gazed over the word <em>murder</em>. Never before had Ahri solved any case bigger than a small stolen item. Taking a deep breath, Ahri closed the folder and continued. If she wished to be a detective like her father, which she did, then Ahri had to start with cases like these at some point. <br><br>Stopping at a small cafe, Ahri ordered a small mocha before taking a seat in the corner with her back to the wall. Bringing the warm drink to her lips she laid the folder on the desk and began to sift through the papers. <br><br>The victim was a certain Harrison Bronk, 25. He wasn't a very big man, reaching a height of only 5'10 and a weight of 156 pounds. Was last seen near his home three days before bringing in groceries. His death went undetected as Mr. Bronk was a more quiet and reserved man, but if he was to leave it was rumored Mr. Bronk loved sex and visited the whore house, Sygen a few times a week. Other notes included he was allergic to assorted nuts and cats. The cause of death was mysteriously a loss of blood, but with little damage done to the body. No internal damage, nor bruises upon the body. Simply two small puncture wounds at the neck.<br><br>Ahri furrowed her brow and swallowed the last of the mocha. As she placed the cup down upon the table a small smile tugged at the corner of her lips with the thought of a vampire. Could she be on the lead of a crazy man or woman that wished to be like the mythical being of a vampire? How interesting, she thought, but the smile was erased with a slight uneasiness in her stomach. Someone had died. Had been murdered. And Ahri was going out alone now to find this killer and bring them to justice.<br><br>Closing the case file and neatly putting it into her purse, her fingers ran over the pepper spray, handcuffs and cell phone. These were her her line of defense and for a single second, Ahri wondered if she should return home and just stick with the simple cases.<br><br>Exiting the cafe, Ahri thought otherwise and began her way to Mr. Bronk's home as dusk was beginning to settle.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Fueding Bloods (Vampire)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kaiten</strong> on <strong>10-02-2012, 07:23:58</strong>
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				"Mmm... dammit."<br><br>Isaiah said as he spied the police seal, blocking his entrance to the doors. Well, that figured, neat and tidy as ever were these people. And as much as he had no love for the cops and their skewed view on the control they had over the city, he didn't exactly stay off their radar and the last thing he wanted was to break the seal on the door. Even though this Bronk guy had died elsewhere, he doubted that there was nothing here, even after the police had checked it out. Luckily with the kinda place this was, they didn't bother with assigning someone to watch the house, which made it easier... at least in terms of stealth, to climb the lattice into the closest window.<br><br>As he made his way inside, he sat for a second on one of the chairs, looking at the man's room. First thoughts: what a closed in asshole. Seemed like a rather simple place, but knowing all the rumors about the guy painted this place as rather fake considering his outside activities. Far as Isaiah thought, this guy dug his own graved and the man burning in his own particular pit in hell wasn't exactly a thought he didn't have a hard time thinking about. All he wanted from this man, was what he knew about his situation. Of course he could have just been a hump that got what he wanted out of that place. But if it went as far to be that sloppy, and fairly obvious that the only wounds on him were on the neck... maybe there was a little more.<br><br>But he had to think about it, and he crossed he sat back rather casually in the late Mr. Bronk's easy chair, contemplating the situation of it all. Although, it rang rather close to his own experience... and that... was interesting in itself.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Fueding Bloods (Vampire)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Elf</strong> on <strong>10-02-2012, 20:27:07</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft"> (http://i1138.photobucket.com/albums/n534/MaidensElf/Ricardo.jpg)</div> <strong>Name:</strong> Ricardo Medici<br><strong>Race/Position:</strong> Royal vampire/Prince<br><strong>Location:</strong> Chadenhoff<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> None, open<br><br><hr><br>The dark haired young looking man stirs in his California king sized bed as dusk starts to settle on the world outside the castle. He opens his eyes and smiles feeling the strength building in him as the sun sets. The black haired woman sleeping with her head on his shoulder and arm draped over his shoulder does not stir and looks peaceful in her sleep. He can smell her scent with lingering aroma of the love making they had engaged in just before the sun had risen. Despite having drank of her blood during their intimate actions he can feel his thirst beginning to build again and sound of flowing through her veins makes it oh so tempting for him to sink his fangs into her soft neck again. He however does not want to take too much from and really does not need to feed for another day or two. So instead he gently extracts himself from her embrace doing his best not to disturb the beautiful sleeping human woman. He sets up and stretches out to get his perpetually youthful body to move more freely after his day of sleeping. His long dark hair is barely messed by the day’s sleep and hangs down his back to just between his shoulder blades.<br><br>Ricardo rises from the bed to walk nude to his wardrobe. He slips his feet into a pair of black silk slippers and wraps a matching robe around his slim but defined body. He feels a slight chill in the air and although it does not bother him he knows that it will be mildly uncomfortable for the woman in his bed. So he picks up his remote control and with the push of a single button the fireplace roars to life. He smiles a little as this modern technology still amazes him and he is so glad that he has added gas and electricity to the old castle his father had built so many centuries before. With the fire burning nicely and quickly taking the chill from the room he grabs his Ipad and heads out into the sitting room. He sets on a luxurious velvet cover Chase lounge that is older than his 287 years before turning his tablet. He is checking the current states of the various businesses that Royal vampires own and he of course is CEO of to see how they fared while he slept.<br><br>The prince is mildly engrossed in reading the daily reports when the woman from his bed comes to stand in the doorway leading from the bedroom with just the sheet wrapped around her nude body. “Your Majesty, is everything alright?”<br><br>Ricardo does not even look up from the Ipad to reply to his slave girl. ”Everything is fine. Thank you for asking.”<br><br>“Sire, do you need anything from me this evening?”<br><br>”No, you can either go back to bed or go and get something to eat or whatever you servants do when you’re servicing one of us.”<br><br>The girl looks more than just a little dejected at the king’s dismissal, but she does turn back into the bedroom without a word. A few moments later she passes through the setting room mostly dressed and carrying what she is not wearing. She stops in front of the king and bows down before him. “Sire, shall I return here come dawn?”<br><br>The prince still does not look up at her and continues to navigate through different reports and emails as he speaks to the young woman. ”No, if I have need of somebody in the morning I will choose another slave. You may go, but put a red ribbon on somehow so my brethren will know that you cannot provide nourishment for any of us for a few days.” Again the girl is clearly not happy about being dismissed, but she stops in the doorway leading out of the king’s quarters and looks back at with a small smile as she realizes that despite his cold attitude he clearly cares at least enough that he does not want her hurt as he wants her recover from letting him feed from her before another vampire feeds from her.<br><br>Shortly after the slave girl has left Ricardo suddenly curses loudly as he reads an email from a Baker City police detective that is a loyal informant of his. The subject line simply reads “Vampire Slaying.” The body of the message is a full copy of the file regarding the recent death of one Harrison Bronk age 25. ”Damn those Outsiders! Every time they leave a corpse like that more humans become aware of us and the more humans know the greater danger we all are in both Royals and Outsiders.”
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				Title: <strong>Re: Fueding Bloods (Vampire)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Narianna</strong> on <strong>10-02-2012, 20:43:39</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i221.photobucket.com/albums/dd315/Kali_83/N20.jpg)</div><div align="center"><strong>Name:</strong> Nadia Medici (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=131014.msg5842023#msg5842023)<br><strong>Race/Position:</strong> Royal Vampire/Princess<br><strong>Location:</strong> Chadenhoff - Nadia's Bedroom<br><strong>Time:</strong> Day 1, Evening<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Ricardo<br></div><br><hr><br>Nadia lounged, draped on her side across her bed. The curves of her luscious body were accentuated by her tight brilliant red silken dress. Her hip jutted up, matching the height of her head, which rested on a creamy smooth hand. Long brown curls fell around her shoulders and lighted on the cream colored hand woven down comforter. A book lay open in front of her, which captured most of her attention. She glanced up every once in a while to inattentively admire the male slave dancing in front of her.<br><br>Her slaves, and there was a multitude of them, were all handpicked white silks specifically from the head of Sygen. They all still wore the original white silks around their necks, now with a fancy “N” embroidered on them. All her possessions wore the finest white silk as she took much pride in them. And they were just that to her. Possessions. She only accepted the most beautiful and handsome men and women to come live at the castle and serve her. And when their beauty began to fade, she’d suck them dry and have the others dispose of the body. Only the most prime specimens did she grant eternal life and freedom from their servitude to her. Though they still wore their white silks, everyone knew they were no longer pure. They were trained by Nadia’s finest in how to best please her, and only her, in every way possible.<br><br>The male slave danced to the harp and drum music played by other slaves, while two others stood on either side of the bed and fanned (http://i221.photobucket.com/albums/dd315/Kali_83/Fan.jpg) her. Other slaves lounged about her room while still more stayed on either side in the perspective male and female rooms that adjoined hers.<br><br>Her bedroom (http://i221.photobucket.com/albums/dd315/Kali_83/20090727051121_pic2.jpg) was expansive and extravagant, with the most exquisite and expensive oriental rugs lining the walls and draped on the hard wood floor. There were candles and bejeweled pillows littering the area, with many shiny baubles on tables presented as gifts from various loyal members of the Royal Caste.<br><br>Nadia surveyed her room and furrowed her brow. She snapped her fingers once with her free hand and the slave standing by the main entrance door hurried over. She looked up at him with sharp eyes.<br><br>“Contact the Royal Architect. I will have my bedroom remodeled. I’m bored of this look,” and with that, she returned her attention to the open book in front of her. Clearly dismissed, the slave bowed, saying “Yes Mistress,” and went off to ring the architect. Nadia didn’t witness the bow with her own eyes but the slave knew she never missed a beat. Had he not given proper etiquette for his station, she would have his head before he could blink.<br><br>Nadia stretches languidly and rises from her bed. The musicians continue playing but the dancer rushes to her side, as do the two that were fanning her. She waves them off with a flick of her wrist. The other slaves know not to follow her now. If she wished them to accompany her, she would have made that wish known. She felt the sun set in her bones and leaves her room.<br><br>Barging into Ricardo's sitting room without even a knock, she saunters over, hips swaying, and throws herself on the chase lounge opposite him.<br><br>"Oh dearest brother," she says, her tone dripping sweetly with sarcasm. Her right arm is up over her head, her right leg bent at the knee, and her ample bosom heaves with a sigh. "What news have we today? I'm bored out of my mind..." She emphasizes each of her last words, trails off, and looks over to him expectantly.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Fueding Bloods (Vampire)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sairin</strong> on <strong>10-02-2012, 21:13:02</strong>
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				Ahri reached Mr. Bronk's residence. Although Ahri didn't expect to see police guards patrolling the area, she was relieved that there were none. With a glance over her shoulder down the now dark street, Ahri reached into her purse to pull out the key to Mr. Bronk's house from the folder. Pushing up the police seal a bit, Ahri shoved the key into the knob and twisted the lock with a click. She smiled slightly, feeling a bit power like a special child within a school that was allowed to sort files for the principle. The smile vanished, however, as she pressed open the door and stepped inside, a slight fear settling in the pit of her stomach.<br><br>Closing the door behind herself, Ahri turned to face the small entrance room she stood in that lead towards the living room. For a moment Ahri contemplated turning on the lights, but thought better of it. If someone was to spot lights on it may draw the murderer if he or she lived nearby or a patrolling officer.<br><br>Waiting for a moment, Ahri's eyes adjusted as best they could to the darkness. Reaching into her bag, she reached her fingers around the pepper spray just to be safe as she would make a house check for any unwanted visitor. After finding the place clear, then Ahri could begin her investigation. <br><br>Crouching slight, Ahri moved as silently she could across the wooden floors of the entrance room and into the living room.
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				Post by: <strong>Kaiten</strong> on <strong>10-02-2012, 22:14:24</strong>
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				Inspiration hit like a lightning bolt and Isaiah's head nodded in accordance. His hand cupped his chin as the idea floated about in his mind for a bit. With the amount of crap this guy put into Sygen and the sexual things in general, there was no way he wouldn't have something at home to entertain him when he wasn't there. Everyone had a bit of porn after all, and since he doubted this guy was open enough to just store it in his drawers like most people, there was probably one place that would be safe to store something that, even if he happened to have visitors, they wouldn't exactly think about checking.<br><br>"Basement..."<br><br>Mumbled his mouth in a low tone, and he braced his hands on the sides of the easy chair, pushing himself up. Shame really, it was quite a comfy chair. And even though the late Mr. Bronk had a rather bad taste in how he spent his time, his choice of decor was indeed nice and well suited. Of course he doubted the same would be for the basement, but, he didn't know exactly what to expect down there. After his rather painful Revelation, Isaiah quickly learned that skeletons in the closet were quite rare these days, they stuck to darker areas like the basement, and this town, had quite a few.<br><br>He casually made his way downstairs, not really expecting anyone, until... his eyes settled on Ahri, right as she entered the living room. For a second he just stared, then did a double take, gaining his wits as he saw her.<br><br>"A girl? This isn't exactly the best place for a hangout."
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				Post by: <strong>Sairin</strong> on <strong>10-02-2012, 23:44:41</strong>
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				Ahri jumped, startled to find someone right away but quickly regained her composure. Standing tall with her chin a bit high she turned her head slightly to the right. With quick eyes Ahri glanced around the room for possible weapons if the need was to arise. An umbrella lay nearby to her right. It would sustain not as much damage in comparison to say the wooden baseball bat that Ahri could see just under the couch past him. It was barely noticeable, and even if she was able to obtain it, somehow, what's to say it's not broken? But the possibility of this man, the murderer, ahri assumed, seeing the weapon even was slim. Unless he placed it there himself. Unfortunately the odds were against her.<br><br>But if the need was to arise, Ahri had a plan. Step forward so that she would be next to the umbrella. If he proceeds threateningly, Ahri would grasp her fingers around the umbrella just when he was in length. Swinging the small metal pole upward the tip would graze his chin, scraping along the way. If the man didn't detect the action before it was done, a slap with the pole would follow just above his right ear, immediately after, a rough jab to the stomach. The tip of the umbrella held a small surface area leading to not enough damage to cause the man to double over with just one jab. Multiple would suffice. If the man did fall, then questions could follow. If he was to grasp onto the umbrella at the point where Ahri jabs, she would kneel down to hit the handle against his face. In his daze, remove the umbrella from his grasp to hit him in the face with the pole once more.<br><br>That is, if he attacked. And if he attacked without the bat or a gun concealed on his person. <br><br>"This is police property," Ahri stated calmly, "I will allow you to leave calmly now or to be arrested for trespassing on police property. The choice is yours, sir." Ahri stepped forward to stand next to the umbrella.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Fueding Bloods (Vampire)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kaiten</strong> on <strong>11-02-2012, 00:45:59</strong>
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				Suspicion filled his eyes as her saw her own shift around the room. Although, they softened a bit as he saw her look of confidence as her eyes still darted back and forth. Almost seemed like desperation. However, he kept on edge, his look of suspicion hidden as memories of his first day in this city came back. Young innocent looking girls had lead to ruin before. It wasn't something that he wanted to go through again, and he started to think the same way she did, thinking about how he would defend himself if needed. He had a gun on him... but he wasn't sure how effective it would be if she truly was... one of them.<br><br>"Police property. I know, I'm allowed in here. I'm a licensed professional investigator."<br><br>His hand reached into his pocket and he pulled out his license. He of course had it because of his job locating people... but because of his current status, it was as important as a piece of paper. But without ways to check, he doubted she knew that.<br><br>"What about you? Legally you have to show me your credentials if I ask."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Fueding Bloods (Vampire)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sairin</strong> on <strong>11-02-2012, 02:45:20</strong>
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				"Detective," Ahri released her guard slightly but not entirely. No one she did not know was to be trusted. He also could have forged the license as a criminal is certainly capable of. Ahri however left the detail out about the credentials, as she did not have any and decided to remain near the umbrella for defense. "What is it you are investigating here?" Ahri was curious as the file stated her father was the only one assigned to this case. In addition to, it was more so a case put on the back burner as Mr. Bronk lived a life of near solitude and no one particularly cared for the man where as multiple young woman were being murdered by a serial killer.
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				Post by: <strong>PeacethatPowerbrings</strong> on <strong>11-02-2012, 05:54:34</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://static.manatalks.com/www/images/posts/sorin-markov-dark-ascension-black-planeswalkers.jpg)</div><div align="center"><strong>Name:</strong> Soren Altgeist III<br><strong>Race/Position:</strong> Vampire Leader of the Outsiders<br><strong>Location:</strong> Gantz -&gt; Home of H. Bronk (Deceased)<br><strong>Time:</strong> Day 1, Evening<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Ahri Latour, Isaiah Asher<br></div><br><hr><br>A girl stood naked in the centre of the wide open Gantz ballroom. She was taller than average, blonde, at least twenty, and standing quite still. She was already bleeding, blood dripping down her neck, past her shoulder and down her arm, dripping slowly from the tip of her middle finger.<br><br>Soren stood about twelve paces away, his sword (http://www.swordsaxe.com/images/products/display/Twin_Blade_Ninja_Swords_Set_with_Sheath.jpg) gripped back-handed, its length along his forearm.<br><br>"Again," he said Soren. As he did, she picked up the gun that lay at her feet with alarming speed, and brought it up to fire. The noise of the gun going off was one thing, but when it had, the situation was no longer as it had begun. Soren, formerly standing in front of her, was now behind her, the gun in his left hand, and his sword pointing down to the floor, its tip collecting tiny drop of blood. The girl fell, a razor thin cut along the other side of her neck bleeding steadily, not quite deep enough to nick an important artery or vein, but deep enough to cut the skin.<br><br>Soren looked at the gun, a double-action revolver, its barrel in his hand. He flicked his blade to the side, the sheer speed of the action providing for its blade to be free of the blood at its edge. He slipped it back into its sheath, which ran under his chest-guard diagonally. The length of the blade allowed a short draw, making him quick to use it, usually quicker than a human could draw a weapon from a holster. In this case, the test was hardly fair, but Soren didn't care that much.<br><br>He'd stolen the girl from somewhere, he barely remembered where. She struck his fancy, and he took her on the spot. "Slower," he said, "not really trying are we? After last night, I'd expected a bit more hatred. Tired, perhaps? Might be the blood loss. I suppose I did go a bit easy on you."<br><br>He spoke more for himself than her, and she knew not to speak. It was not a moment before she was lying, cradled in his arms, as he tore into her neck with his fangs. They bit deep, and the blood began to floor in earnest. He bit again, and again, each new bite bringing forth more blood, and hastening her death. He drank deep, but gave up after about a minute, leaving her lifeless body as he stood.<br><br>"Come!" he said, hearing the door open. His chin and chest were covered in blood, but he pulled a handkerchief from his pocket and wiped it away carefully.<br><br>"Dump that somewhere," he said, to the vampire directing the human slaves to remove the body, "and get my coat." He tossed the bloody kerchief on the body, and walked away, leaving them to their work. <br><br><hr><br>Soren stood on the side-walk opposite the house where Mr. Bronk had lived. He didn't know if it was an Outsider who'd killed him. Honestly, he would rather it was not, since the more Royals that started to disregard the rules, the better. In any case, it was sufficient to attract his interest. Soren didn't care to protect the vampire secret, but he did care to find out if the Royals were experiencing dissension among the ranks. Deserters were better than new vampires the Outsiders turned, despite their numbers. Deserters could mean information, and Bronk's death hadn't sounded like just another hunt, but that would remain to be seen.<br><br>He could feel the humans inside the home, more than one, he thought. His attention was broken by the tell-tale crunch of the gritty pavement again the tires of the slowing car. A patrol car. The officer slowed, and the stopped by the curb, the window sliding down.<br><br>"You, need any help, sir?" said the officer. Soren could tell he was watching the house. They hadn't seen the others, he assumed, or they too were police. That the officer had seen him watching the house.<br><br>"Not at the moment," he said. He movement was swift, and smooth, and preternaturally fast. His arm went through the open window, his hand at the man's neck before he could so much as breathe. It was not much of a struggle, as the man's life was choked from him. Soren calmly reached in for the Officer's cap, and put it on his head, completing the picture of the sleeping cop. He couldn't risk interference from outside.<br><br>Soren rounded the car, and walked across the road, and around the side of house. Finding a window into the basement, he pulled the iron grate free, the fairly quiet scraping of of the bricks it was attached to was the only sound, as he set the grate aside, and slipped down into the basement of the home through the window. It was dark, but he didn't need the light.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Fueding Bloods (Vampire)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kaiten</strong> on <strong>11-02-2012, 08:59:10</strong>
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				"My investigation is between my clients and myself if I don't see any of those credentials I mentioned."<br><br>His arms crossed and he put on a rather defiant tone as he looked straight at her eyes. He was no fool, and he could tell at the same time this girl was questioning his involvement, it was clear she was trying to hide her own. While he knew, thought unlikely, she could possibly be with the police, she seemed a bit young. And unless she flew through the uniformed ranks, he doubted she really was a detective.<br><br>That of course was assuming she was a human to begin with.<br><br>However his ear twitched as he picked up the faint sound of breaking glass. It was quiet... very quiet, but the high strung nature of his nerves picked it up and he raised an eyebrow, turning his gaze from the girl for a bit. It could be nothing of course... but his paranoia wouldn't allow that. And with that, he raised his guard just a little bit more.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Fueding Bloods (Vampire)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Elf</strong> on <strong>11-02-2012, 17:31:29</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft"> (http://i1138.photobucket.com/albums/n534/MaidensElf/Ricardo.jpg)</div> <strong>Name:</strong> Ricardo Medici<br><strong>Race/Position:</strong> Royal vampire/Prince<br><strong>Time:</strong> Day 1, Evening<br><strong>Location:</strong> Chadenhoff<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Nadia<br><br><hr><br>Ricardo does not look up when Nadia his oldest sister barges into his private living space as this is quite a common occurrence. He tolerates this from her but nobody else. It is the sarcastic tone of her voice that gets him to raise his eyes from the email on the screen. He looks at her for a moment before replying in a not so sweet sarcastic tone of his own. ”Aah, did my darling sister not get a new shipment of virgins today?” He stands and takes the few steps needed to get close to her seat. ”Bored are you? Then accompany me into the city tonight there is something I need to look into.” With that he drops the Ipad with the email about Mr. Bronk’s death still on the screen onto her lap. He then turns and returns to his bedroom.<br><br>In the bedroom the Royal vampire goes to his wardrobe once again. He quickly dresses in black custom tailored jeans, a dark purple button up long sleeve silk shirt, a black leather motorcycle jacket, and a pair of black motorcycle boots. He fastens a &nbsp;kukri knive (http://t0.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcQzKndAU8YFiij5MZEm5kkOsAnIMVI_VUZEy5pTBI4vWvZy215giw) made specifically for killing vampires under each arm against his ribs before attaching his holstered Browning Hi Power (http://i1138.photobucket.com/albums/n534/MaidensElf/imagesqtbnANd9GcRI-EXYapMbos4AwIJf6KN4SxDUtUpeR58D2U4CXMa8vSl3vpflrQ.jpg) to his belt at the small of his back which is also loaded for the slaying of vampires. Before returning to the seating room he grabs his phone and calls to have his car brought around to the entrance and is asked, “Which one?” He pauses for a moment to decide which of his many vehicles would best serve his purpose tonight and finally selects the 2008 black Ford F150 4x4 pickup truck.<br><br>Stepping back into the seating room Ricardo walks straight for the door without even glancing at Nadia. Before leaving his private chambers he does address her without looking her way or even slowing down. ”Come with or not the choice is yours, but I’m leaving now.”
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				Title: <strong>Re: Fueding Bloods (Vampire)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sairin</strong> on <strong>11-02-2012, 20:51:56</strong>
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				<div align="center">Name: Ahri<br>Race/Position: Ordinary Human (High school student playing Detective)<br>Time: Day 1, Evening<br>Location: House of H. Bronk<br>Tagged: Kaiten, Soren</div><br><hr><br>Ahri opened her mouth to reply but shut it when hearing the faint sound of breaking glass and from the movements of this man, it seemed as if he heard it as well.<br>"You heard it too?" Ahri uttered, feeling that this man was more uneasy with the sound then acquainted with it. He could be like her, set on edge by it, or relaxed. Was it a partner to him? Was she now out numbered? "Look, just cut the crap. Tell me what you're doing here or I will arrest you." Ahri disregarded her own question as her fingers reached into her purse, feeling the phone at her finger tips. Her father was on speed dial and Ahri knew he would come for her if she was to get in trouble. Sure a scolding was to follow, but it was worth it as Ahri is slowly but surely feeling cornered and defeated in this situation. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Fueding Bloods (Vampire)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Narianna</strong> on <strong>11-02-2012, 22:03:31</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i221.photobucket.com/albums/dd315/Kali_83/N20.jpg)</div><div align="center"><strong>Name:</strong> Nadia Medici (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=131014.msg5842023#msg5842023)<br><strong>Race/Position:</strong> Royal Vampire/Princess<br><strong>Location:</strong> Chadenhoff - Nadia's Bedroom<br><strong>Time:</strong> Day 1, Evening<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Ricardo<br></div><br><hr><br>Nadia smirked at his comment about her slaves. She was sure he'd take any of her female slaves to bed if she allowed it. An allowance that would never be made. She watched as he rose from his seat. He was quite a fine specimen of a vampire, she had to say. She hated just how handsome she actually found him and she would never admit this much to him. She turned her head away as he approached and dropped the iPad in her lap.<br><br>As Ricardo left to dress, Nadia reviewed the email. Harrison Bronk. Damn the Outsiders. If it weren't for them, Nadia wouldn't have to pretend to care about these petty humans. However, she personally liked her existence drama free of angry human mobs, and now must see to this situation. She couldn't rightly leave the Prince in charge of this situation. He was sure to muck it up somehow. She sighed, she must always do everything herself if she wanted it done right...<br><br>Ricardo returned, brandishing weapons, and breezing on past her. Nadia rose with inhuman swiftness and blocked his path, effectively causing him to stop were he to not make any actions otherwise.<br><br>"Honestly, Brother," Nadia began, her brows raised and a feigned look of disbelief displayed on her delicate features. "Inferior human weapons are so beneath you." She placed a soft cold hand against his temple and he would feel a slight pressure against his mind, like the wings of a butterfly beating against the walls in his psyche. "Use the gifts Father gave you." She smiled darkly at the thought of using her powers. She did so love to torment others with a mere word or thought. It thrilled her to have such power!
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				Title: <strong>Re: Fueding Bloods (Vampire)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>bubby</strong> on <strong>11-02-2012, 23:12:15</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/1/1f/Angel_sanctuary_1_by_heise.jpg)</div><br><div align="center"><em>~Faith/Outsider Second/Gantz/Night 1~</em></div><br><br><br>The music inside Gantz was loud enough that the bass permeated out into the night outside the Mansion. The party was going full tilt within the place, human laughter filling the air. Oh, the kids were having fun tonight! The party had spilled forth from the place, out into the grounds and the wooded area behind the huge building. This particular party had been triggered by strategically placed fliers on poles all throughout Baker, calling for AL TO COME TO THE RAVE!! It was moving along perfectly..<br><br>Golden eyes watched from the shadows of the branches Faith was perched in, watching below her, pale lips curled into a crazed smile of delight. Faith had been the one to start this party. She hadn't heard a nay from Soren...of course she hadn't asked either. She would properly repent at&nbsp; a later date if the Master desired it. Maybe. Gleaming orbs flicked to the head of the path leading directly under the tree she had chosen, watching a group of young humans strolling, laughing, obviously enjoying themselves. There wasn't even a whisper of sound as Faith dropped from her perch, striking a casual pose with a shoulder against the tree trunk, allowing the shadows that encased her to waft away. The group noticed her then, and they all froze, for she was a sight to behold.<br><br>Statuesque she was, standing quite close to 6 feet. Her hair fell in silky white waves to her waist. The leather dress (http://cdn3.iofferphoto.com/img3/item/210/520/330/beautiful-leather-corset-dress-3-assortments-24-32-a1737.jpg) she wore hugged her sleek curves deliciously, the boots (https://d3qcduphvv2yxi.cloudfront.net/assets/2758042/lightbox/Overkne%20sexy%20leather%20boots%20Black.jpg?1293877583) she had on encased her long legs to perfection. Her smile was sweet, inviting, and she fell between the group of people easily, like she was the best of friends with them all! But one she would pick out. A sexy, young man, swarthy, cocky, darkly handsome with eyes only for her. She played her role, just another partier at the rave looking for a good time. Walking with the group, purring at her victim, it wasn't long before she had lured him off deeper into the woods with promises and smiles, his friends cat-calling behind them. Time passed, perhaps screams were heard, but were they of pleasure or pain? So hard at times to know the line between the two...<br><br>Only one eventually emerged from the tree line, but none would see. Around the back of the Mansion Faith would stroll, no longer the pristine perfection she had been. She looked now as if she had literally bathed in blood. But she was still smiling, almost skipping, humming softly a tune under her breath. Entering Gantz through the back, it wasn't long before she came across one of the house slaves. The girl would freeze when she saw Faith, trembling lightly. Though seeing the vampire in such a state was nothing new to any of the houses slaves, they all knew of the woman's...tastes, and she was feared. Smirking, Faith would sashay towards the girl, licking blood from her lips as she stared hard, circling the frightened thing slowly. A sanguine stained finger lifted to slid over the girls lips, leaving a sticky trail as Faith spoke in a sultry timbre.<br><br>“ Where is the Master.”<br>“ I don't know Lady...he has recently left...”<br><br>Leaning close, Faiths nostrils would flare as she took in the girls scent, getting right into her face while doing so. Locking eyes with the slave, a scowl worked across Faiths tattooed brow, and the trembling of the slave switched to outright quaking. Many long seconds went by in this manner, until Faith broke the silence by screaming “ BOO!!!”&nbsp; at the top of her lungs. With a terrified shriek the poor girl spun and ran away, Faith's peel of laughter following in her wake. “ And get everyone out of my house too! Parties over!!” Giggling softly, Faith spun on a booted heel, and in the blink of an eyes the glee stopped, her attention taken to where Soren had gone. Left without her? She was hurt! Crushed! He could be having fun, ans she'd been left behind! With a snort, not even bothering to bathe or change, the leather and blood covered vampire left the House, following Soren. It was quite easy for her, almost creepy at how much so....<br><br><br>...So it was that as Soren slipped into the basement of a certain house, shining golden hues watched. Faith was aware of the humans within as well, their stench picked up easily. But she remained where she was, not following within. If the Master was here and snooping, he had a good reason. Faith would wait, and would be there if she was needed.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Fueding Bloods (Vampire)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>PeacethatPowerbrings</strong> on <strong>12-02-2012, 01:31:58</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://static.manatalks.com/www/images/posts/sorin-markov-dark-ascension-black-planeswalkers.jpg)</div><div align="center"><strong>Name:</strong> Soren Altgeist III<br><strong>Race/Position:</strong> Vampire Leader of the Outsiders<br><strong>Location:</strong> Home of H. Bronk (Deceased)<br><strong>Time:</strong> Day 1, Evening<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Ahri Latour, Isaiah Asher<br></div><br><hr><br>Soren reached over to dust off his coat, as he stepped forward, surveying the basement. Not furnished, just a cellar, really. A gun rack took up part of one concrete wall. Soren ignored the weapons, not caring for the weapons. Not a soldier, he thought, but armed. A hunter, perhaps.<br><br>His fingers ran across the surface of the workbench occupying the wall beneath the window. Tools, ammunition, a bag of nails. Nothing worth his time. Bronk, it seemed, was relentlessly normal. Still, whoever was still upstairs was clearly not. The police would not likely have returned, which meant that they too were out of place. That itself was interesting. Slaves, perhaps? Sent by some Royal to ensure the evidence was destroyed? That would be a most desirable turn of events, he thought.<br><br>Soren took a step further, turning toward a small fridge that occupied a corner. As it did, the sound of broken glass could be heard crunching beneath his boot. He looked down, first, shifting his foot to see the crushed bulb, and then, up, to see the fixture it had come from. It had not broken, but neither was it whole. Pulled down without being broken and set on the floor? A vampire had been there. Soren looked across to the other light in the ceiling. The light, when turned on would leave a dark corner in the basement. Interesting. Someone else's ambush, left overs from Bronk's visitor? It looked like a Royal method, quiet, careful. Only the body left behind said otherwise. He moved, with impressive speed to the corner, a chair, with a lamp beside it. He checked the lamp. It still had its bulb, but it was switched off, probably because it worked. He sat, then, leaning back into it, his hands resting on scrolls at the front of arms of the chair. It was an antique, but not old enough to have value. He could wait. If the humans were working for a Royal, they would have to investigate the noise they heard. If they didn't, he didn't need to bother with them. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Fueding Bloods (Vampire)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kaiten</strong> on <strong>12-02-2012, 02:38:08</strong>
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				"Come off your pedestal, if you wanna talk about crap then I have a hunch you have about the same right to arrest me as I had for you. Besides, I wasn't telling crap, I really am here for investigation. And yes, I heard that too. And in this... climate, I doubt it isn't related."<br><br>With a sigh, his hands ran through his hair, his eye twitching as his nerves were now rather shot to hell. Honestly, he just wanted to get it over with, there was something about standing around after that suspicious noise that gave him a rather large sense of imminent danger. Sure, this girl could be a threat, but the one that he couldn't see, but feel in the air was the one that worried him.<br><br>"Look... I'm done with this game, just like you. Either you prove to me you're a human and you're not related to the filth behind the scenes, and maybe I can play detective make believe with you. Or, you fail to prove to me your are human or not involved with certain beings, and I shoot you through the eyes. Life or death kid, right now, I don't have any time to check myself, but I'd rather keep an innocent girl's brains off the wall of this house."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Fueding Bloods (Vampire)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sairin</strong> on <strong>12-02-2012, 05:29:30</strong>
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				"Human?" Ahri's eyes furrowed in confusion, caught off guard. Of course she was human. She surely was not alien or a demon or a werewolf or a... <br><br>Ahri's eyes turned from the man and to her purse. Pulling out the folder, she reviewed the pictures and the cause of death. Loss of blood and two puncture wounds at the neck.<br><br>Snapping her eyes over the folder, Ahri met this young man's. Vampires? Really? That couldn't possibly true, and if this man believed such a tale then he was as mad as the murderer. They were simply a myth. It would simply be a mad man who aspired to be vampire-like. Tying, perhaps, down the poor, helpless victim and sinking their crafted "fangs" into the neck of, in this case, Mr. Bronk. But, she'd play along with him. <br><br>Pulling down the collar of her shirt, Ahri exposed both sides of her neck to the man, showing she had never been "bitten."<br><br>"Does that suffice?" She asked, snapping the folder shut and stuffing it under her arm.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Fueding Bloods (Vampire)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kaiten</strong> on <strong>12-02-2012, 08:20:56</strong>
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				He circled her a bit, inspecting, but kept a good enough distance till he got a good enough look to suppress his curiosity.<br><br>"Fine, you're human. Good... I'm... glad they didn't hurt a young woman like you."<br><br>He smiled a bit, feeling better that he was infact dealing with a human. It was a warm smile, and was, actually quite genuine. But another faint sound of glass breaking came to his ear, and his suspicions of the area popped up again, and inadvertently reminded him of the girl, and the many other young men and women he had encountered who were still quite human as well... but not exactly innocent.<br><br>Nodding, he reached into his coat, his hands wrapped around the pistol he had tucked in it's hidden holster. It was quite a large caliber, almost too much to be carrying around the way he did, but he didn't believe he could be too careful. Besides, he still didn't know what would take one of them down.<br><br>"But that only means that I can kill you easier. You could easily be used by them for... a rather particular means. And yet... you almost seem too ignorant to be one... Fine then, I accept that. I won't shoot you. But I'm watching you, closely. If you are being used by them, it's easily remedied..."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Fueding Bloods (Vampire)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Elf</strong> on <strong>12-02-2012, 15:15:39</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft"> (http://i1138.photobucket.com/albums/n534/MaidensElf/Ricardo.jpg)</div> <strong>Name:</strong> Ricardo Medici<br><strong>Race/Position:</strong> Royal vampire/Prince<br><strong>Time:</strong> Day 1, Evening<br><strong>Location:</strong> Chadenhoff<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Nadia<br><br><hr><br>Stopping when his lovely appearing sister is just suddenly blocking his passage Ricardo looks directly into her clearly unconcerned about meeting her gaze. At the mention of his weapons he connects the two sides of the leather jacket and raises the zipper a couple of inches to better conceal the under it at his sides. When her hand touches his temple and he feels her power pushing against his mind his eyes flash in anger for just a split second. His hand comes up to grasp the one touching his head and his most charming and alluring smile spreads across his face even putting a sparkle in his eyes. He does not pull her hand from his head nor grasp her tightly. His touch is more like that of a lover rather a brother or lord and his head leans slightly into her hand as he pushes his own power back against her mind. His voice is sultry and soothing in tone. ”Nadia, there are times when inferior human weapons are what is needed. Even father used them. I’m going into the city and may well run into some Outsiders many of which can resist the power that father gave us. I find it is better to have something and not need it than to need it and not have it.” He gently pulls her hand down from his temple and presses the palm of her hand to his lips for a light kiss but his eyes never leave hers. ”Arm yourself and come with me. If you like I have more weapons meant to be used against our kind for you to choose from.”<br><br>Ricardo then releases Nadia’s hand and moves past her into the more public areas of the castle. He heads straight for the main entrance. Without looking to see if she is following he strides purposely through the castle ignoring slaves and other royals he might pass. As he steps out into the evening air he smiles as he sees his &nbsp;truck (http://i1138.photobucket.com/albums/n534/MaidensElf/imagesqtbnANd9GcRkl5r0fpP9Ofghk0GM0Rhfa6Mi5gYk5djJhmWY9bTP-69QqTT7mQ.jpg) idling there waiting for him. He walks to the driver’s door which is opened by a slave before her reaches it. He ignores the human and climbs into seat behind the wheel. He closes the door but does not bother to put on his seat belt. He does push the button to unlock the other doors. He then waits to see if Nadia is going to join him. A small smirk crosses his lips as he wonders if she will actually arm herself as he suggested while pushing his will on to her.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Fueding Bloods (Vampire)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sairin</strong> on <strong>12-02-2012, 19:54:15</strong>
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				Ahri closed her eyes as he took out the gun. Swallowing, she wished now to never have come. She wasn't a trained professional like her father, not even close and it was a mistake to indulge herself with such cases.<br><br>"What is it you want?" Ahri released her collar and lowered her eyes from his. She particuarly didn't care to finish the case at this point and only wished to return home, hug her father and sleep in her own bed. To live another day, and not be murdered by this psychopath.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Fueding Bloods (Vampire)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Narianna</strong> on <strong>12-02-2012, 20:19:31</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i221.photobucket.com/albums/dd315/Kali_83/N.jpg)</div><div align="center"><strong>Name:</strong> Nadia Medici (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=131014.msg5842023#msg5842023)<br><strong>Race/Position:</strong> Royal Vampire/Princess<br><strong>Location:</strong> Chadenhoff - Nadia's Bedroom<br><strong>Time:</strong> Day 1, Evening<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Ricardo<br></div><br><hr><br>Nadia almost purred as Ricardo grasped her hand and pressed back with his own mind. He was the only man in the entire world that dared to be anything other than completely subservient to her. And she loved it. She pressed his buttons as often as she could to get some sort of reaction out of him. And she was rarely disappointed.<br><br>However today Ricardo was much more focused on the task at hand than Nadia ever cared to be. But she let him pass. His suggestion to arm herself dripped like honey in the back of her mind, as did most suggestions coming from a member of the Royal Caste. It was, however, his explanation of the reasons why he was brandishing such weapons that made her rethink her stance. He was, as usual much to her chagrin, correct. While she didn't believe there were that many Outsiders that could thwart such an assault to their minds, she still couldn't deny the reality that there were more powerful vampires in existence.<br><br>Nadia turned on her heel, her red dress flowing behind her, and marched down the hall to her room, black heels clicking angrily on the hard surface. These particular doors opened for her almost immediately by her slaves. She raised a slender arm and snapped twice, signalling her changing slave (http://i221.photobucket.com/albums/dd315/Kali_83/kajira2.jpg) to approach. This one wasn't dressed as nicely or nearly as beautiful as the others. She didn't wish to be distracted while changing.<br><br>She snapped orders and the slave scurried off to retrieve her outfit and weapons. She couldn't very well go into town dressed as she was. She had enough common sense, begrudgingly, to know that normal humans didn't walk about dressed in such beautiful clothing. Two slaves brought her changing mirror directly in front of her while another unzipped her current dress. She stepped out of the dress, allowing it to crumple at her feet on the floor.<br><br>Her changing girl returned and helped her slip on the black pants, made of the finest leather that hugged every curve of her legs and ass, and black top with its fancy black leather belt. Once these were appropriately fitted to her, she selected the weapons of choice that had been brought forward for her. She took her Browning Hi-Power 9mm (http://i221.photobucket.com/albums/dd315/Kali_83/Gun.jpg), released the clip, checked the availability of bullets, locked the clip, and tucked it into the back of her pants. Quite secure as there was little room for it to move, Nadia smirked darkly. She lifted her dagger (http://i221.photobucket.com/albums/dd315/Kali_83/dagger.jpg), the blade already sheathed, and took a moment to admire the feel of its hilt and weight in her hand. Her smirk became a dark grin as she strapped it to her side, not denying its existence with a coat the way her brother had.<br><br>With a last look in the mirror, and a moment to smooth her hair, she turned on a black leather booted heel and strolled toward the door. She'd taken her time, making her brother wait, and that pleased her. When she reached the front doors of their castle and the night was opened for her, she took a deep breath, breathing in deeply of the evening. A soft smile touched her lips as the night always soothed her. That was until she saw her brother's choice of vehicle.<br><br>Nadia's look turned sour and she stomped her foot like a child throwing a temper tantrum. "Really, Ricardo? That doesn't even marginally match my outfit. You couldn't have picked the Mercedes or the Jaguar?" She strode toward the car and got in, without even an acknowledgement of the slave holding the door for her.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Fueding Bloods (Vampire)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kaiten</strong> on <strong>12-02-2012, 20:57:40</strong>
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				The gun was holstered and he crossed his arms over her chest. The gulp of course was a clear sign that she wasn't experienced to this. That didn't mean she was lying, but all the evidence pointed to her being a human, and pretty much, just a regular girl.<br><br>"'I' don't want anything. You were the one who came here and started accusing me and asking me questions first. I was just curious why you were here. So, I don't exactly believe you're a threat now. I think there's some reason that you came here and pretended to be a detective, so, as I said, I'm willing to play along. I want to know what happened exactly to this guy too, among other things. And, I figured, from this guy's profile, that he probably has something in the basement. So, we can work together, or you can get out of my way and leave."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Fueding Bloods (Vampire)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sairin</strong> on <strong>12-02-2012, 23:12:08</strong>
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				Follow this man who Ahri was almost absolutely positive to be insane down into the basement of a dead man's house? Least she not forget he had a gun and had threatened her with it. All she did wish to do was leave. Leave and go home, or perhaps try Sygen for some clues. <br><br>But what was to say as soon as Ahri turned her back to leave the house he'd press the cool metal to the back of her head and fire a single shot. Death would follow after and that would be the end. Nothing else.<br><br>"Alright," Ahri lifted her gaze to his, "I'll go with you to the basement." <br><br>Reaching down, Ahri returned the folder to her purse as her eyes glanced to the pepper spray. Closing up her purse quickly as to show she did not notice it, or think about it, Ahri turned to him once more.<br><br>"After you," Ahri uttered in a tone as uncaring as she could muster. If he tried anything fishy, he would receive a face full of pepper spray, and with that a stolen weapon.&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Fueding Bloods (Vampire)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Elf</strong> on <strong>13-02-2012, 09:16:55</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft"> (http://i1138.photobucket.com/albums/n534/MaidensElf/Ricardo.jpg)</div> <strong>Name:</strong> Ricardo Medici<br><strong>Race/Position:</strong> Royal vampire/Prince<br><strong>Time:</strong> Day 1, Evening<br><strong>Location:</strong> Chadenhoff/Heading into Baker City<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Nadia<br><br><hr><br>With a pleased smirk on his face Ricardo looks at his sister as she bitches about his choice in vehicles as his eyes look at the knife she is wearing so openly. ”I chose the truck before you chose your outfit. If you would have thought to ask you could have chosen more appropriate attire. We are going into town to investigate a careless feeding not out clubbing I don’t want to draw too much attention.” His eyes finally move up to hers as she climbs into the truck and the blade is hidden from his view. ”It’s black, you’re wearing black and actually I think the knife goes better with this than those you mentioned. Put on a leather jacket and the best vehicle choice would be one of my Harleys maybe my custom Fatboy.” As soon as her door closes he puts the truck into gear and the slaves immediately move away from the vehicle as they know he is not paying any attention to where they are. It only took hitting one for the story to get around and have them getting clear as soon as all the doors are closed.<br><br>The drive into the city itself only takes a few minutes as Ricardo blatantly ignores the posted speed limit until he actually gets into the city. There he does slow down to a more reasonable speed as he does not want to draw too much attention. He had memorized most of the file on Harrison Bronk’s murder and knows the city like only somebody who has lived there for nearly 300 years can, so goes without error past the site where the body was actually found. He does not stop there as the police presence is still too high. Sure he could easily control the minds of the police but he does not think with them there even under his control that he will be able to find out anything about the vampire that left his corpse behind. So he moves onto the deceased’s home. He drives past the house at a normal speed neither too fast nor too slow. He notices the squad car and driver but is instantly put on guard as he does not sense any life within the police car as they move past it. He does not however see the woman standing in the shadows near the house.<br><br>Driving just a few blocks past the house Ricardo turns the truck down another side street than down the street running behind the house heading now back towards it. He parks the truck alongside the curb in the middle of the block and cuts the engine off and removes the keys placing them in the pocket of his jacket. He climbs out of the truck and without looking back at his sister starts to walk back towards the Bronk’s residence. He intends to go down to the next intersection cross the street and head to the alley. He will then approach the house from the alley.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Fueding Bloods (Vampire)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>bubby</strong> on <strong>13-02-2012, 21:03:46</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/1/1f/Angel_sanctuary_1_by_heise.jpg)</div><br><div align="center"><em>~Faith/Outsider Second/Gantz/Night 1//Tagged: Soren~</em></div><br>Faith had been quite content shredding to the smallest bits possible several large bushes she had been hiding within, humming low and rocking back and forth as she sat cross-legged waiting patiently for Soren to finish whatever business he was conducting within the house. But in an instant she froze, her head snapping up, nostrils flaring as her mouth pulled into a fanged snarl. Shining eyes locked upon the road and the truck that was slowly moving passed the house and police car. Royals. Fah! Bastards! Her lovely face screwed into a feral rage, hissing and spitting off to the side as her gaze followed the trucks path.<br><br>She could wait no longer. She moved with a speed matched by only a rare few, appearing at the basement window Soren had entered. She too made her way within, dropping silent as a cat to the floor, instantly taking in the view of Soren settled casually in a char, obviously waiting for the humans that were upstairs to make their way down. Pulling herself straight slowly, almondesque eyes would lock upon him as hands lifted to smooth over the leather confining her waist as if there surely were wrinkles in the material. Still bloody lips would curl at the corner as she allowed her vision to stray about the room.<br><br>” No matter where you sit Master, you look the King. However, the pathetic Royal who claims that title is even now on his way here, with the scrawny sibling. Shall we stay darling...and rid ourselves of this blight, or shall we go and fight another day?”<br><br>A sight she would be, dried and still sticky sanguine covering her white flesh, darkening already black leather, streaking through her white mane. Slow languid steps she would take to Soren, moving around the back of the chair as fingers tipped in long wicked nails trailed up his arm to his shoulder and neck, glass crunching under her boots as well. Yes, she dared to touch him. One would think the way she spoke to this Leader of the Outsiders that they were perhaps lovers, but in truth none truly knew the dynamic between&nbsp; the pair. The way she acted with him was usually simply passed off as just how Faith was. Off, and willing to push all things to the edge.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Fueding Bloods (Vampire)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Narianna</strong> on <strong>13-02-2012, 21:12:16</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i221.photobucket.com/albums/dd315/Kali_83/N.jpg)</div><div align="center"><strong>Name:</strong> Nadia Medici (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=131014.msg5842023#msg5842023)<br><strong>Race/Position:</strong> Royal Vampire/Princess<br><strong>Location:</strong> Ricardo's Stupid Truck<br><strong>Time:</strong> Day 1, Evening<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Ricardo<br></div><br><hr><br>Nadia smirked at Ricardo's comments. "Would you rather I have worn the red dress, Ricardo?" His name dripped off her tongue in form of hardening caramel. She sat back in the seat and thought about his Harley as they drove. She had her own motorcycle but did so love riding on the back of his. Unneeded, she'd still wrap her arms about him, and it thrilled her that he was in control for once. She'd never tell him, though.<br><br>She watched the scenery pass by along the way and furrowed her brow in consternation when Ricardo decided to be his usual completely ridiculous cautious self. Up and down alley ways and around back and over top and it was just too much. Before Nadia had a chance to make one of her customary dry cracks at him, the truck pulled to a stop.<br><br>"Well, finally," she rolled her eyes as she hopped down from the truck. If there was chill in the air, Nadia couldn't feel it being dead and all. She walked close to her brother mostly out of keeping prying eyes at bay. She slinked along the shadows of the alley, only daring to approach the house when he did.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Fueding Bloods (Vampire)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>PeacethatPowerbrings</strong> on <strong>13-02-2012, 21:41:54</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://static.manatalks.com/www/images/posts/sorin-markov-dark-ascension-black-planeswalkers.jpg)</div><div align="center"><strong>Name:</strong> Soren Altgeist III<br><strong>Race/Position:</strong> Vampire Leader of the Outsiders<br><strong>Location:</strong> Home of H. Bronk (Deceased)<br><strong>Time:</strong> Day 1, Evening<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Faith, Ahri, Isaiah<br></div><br><hr><br>Soren's bright eyes watched Faith as she entered the room. He didn't speak, watching her silently as she spoke. Still bloody from a hunt, he imagined, as she moved closer. He was thinking, of course, as she spoke, his sharp mind going to work. Everyone seemed to be closing in on the same place. If the King of the Royals was arriving, then perhaps they'd come to the same conclusion about Bronk's death. Still, it complicated matters. He needed to find out if there was a way to get to Bronk's killer. If a Royal could be turned traitor, or even made to defect it would be quite an interesting victory.<br><br>Soren's left hand shifted across to the telephone on the end-table. It was a rotary dial, and he picked up the handset, setting it down on the table. His finger slowly dialling 9-1-1. As he was dialling, he spoke.<br><br>"These Royals abhor being known to the humans," he said, "we'll give them an audience and see if they'd like to face us." The police, ambulance, and fire would not be long in coming, he knew, he would make sure of that.<br><br>Soren stood, looking to the stairs. He picked up the telephone handset and spoke calm, collected words. "Send help, there will be blood, everywhere." He set down the phone again, leaving the line open.<br><br>"Lets go great the house-guests," he said, "I have some questions for them."<br><br>Soren would walk calmly up the stairs, expecting Faith to follow, intercepting Ahri and Isaiah before they could venture down, meeting them in the hall leading to the door down to the basement.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Fueding Bloods (Vampire)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Elf</strong> on <strong>13-02-2012, 22:26:15</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft"> (http://i1138.photobucket.com/albums/n534/MaidensElf/Ricardo.jpg)</div> <strong>Name:</strong> Ricardo Medici<br><strong>Race/Position:</strong> Royal vampire/Prince<br><strong>Time:</strong> Day 1, Evening<br><strong>Location:</strong> Baker City / H. Bronk’s residence<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Nadia<br><br><hr><br>Ricardo looks Nadia over from head to toe grudgingly admitting to himself that she is quite pleasant to look upon. ”While the dress does look quite nice on you this outfit is far more suitable to what we are doing. I however get the impression that you simply do not like my truck and would find some reason to complain about it no matter what you wore. Next time you can drive and pick whatever vehicle you think is best. I rather like the truck.”<br><br>Once in the alley Ricardo glances at his sister and shakes his head slightly at her high heeled boots. He speaks in a voice just barely above a whisper but he knows her vampiric hearing will make it perfectly clear to her. ”Did you notice the police car as we drove past? The officer inside is quite dead which means there is at least one Outsider here. I hope you are truly ready for that.” He stops in the alley directly in back of the house when he becomes aware of two humans in the house and he also picks up the unmistakable scent of drying blood. There is only one vampire that he knows of that is so brazen or just plain insane enough to move about still covered in blood, Faith the traitor Soren’s second in his new clan. If she is there it is most likely that Soren himself is there as well. Which means one of two things. Either this is a trap or they do not know who is responsible for this sloppy feeding either.<br><br>As the brother and sister duo approach the back of the house Ricardo is paying close attention to everything going on inside. He faintly hears the old rotary dial phone’s dial being turned three times. He then recognizes Soren’s voice coming from the basement making his ominous statement to the 911 operator. He stops and grabs hold of Nadia’s arm to prevent her from getting any closer to the house. Once again he speaks in a voice just loud enough for only her to hear. ”Soren and probably faith are inside as well as two humans. The bastard just called 911 this place is going to be swarming with humans in minutes. It looks like we are not going to be discovering the identity of the offending vampire tonight. I would like nothing better than to rid those two thorns from our sides but not in front of a large free audience. Come on there is nothing to be gained here tonight.” He turns and walks quickly back the way they had come towards where he parked his truck sure that Nadia is following. He is clearly quite angry about the way things have turned out.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Fueding Bloods (Vampire)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kaiten</strong> on <strong>13-02-2012, 22:39:14</strong>
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				With a slight shake of his head, he turned towards the basement, smiling a bit as it was a bit amusing now that he had an idea of what her role was in all this... though in general he felt a bit paranoid about someone standing behind him, especially after they just had a rather long stare down. And he was fairly sure that whatever she kept on reaching for was probably something that would make his day rather bad. And honestly, he didn't exactly want to kill an innocent girl. A victim... was another thing entirely, but she wasn't one of those.<br><br>"Well... if you insist."<br><br>His hand reached towards the door, and he felt a small shiver. It was odd, and he stopped for a second, but he shook his head. It was natural, after all this was a creepy guy's basement. So, he turned the door knob and started down the stairs, his head turning back for a second to look at Ahri.<br><br>"No traps, and you haven't stabbed me in the back, so I guess every is ok&nbsp; down the-...."<br><br>But he cut his sentence short as his head turned back towards the stairs. His eyes met for a second with the figure going up then and they narrowed at the sight. Sure, he hadn't checked to see if anyone else was here, but he didn't exactly expect anyone. Just Ahri was a surprise, but others... well he doubted it was just a coincidence. In fact, it was a good guess that he knew what it was.<br><br>His eyes flashed back and forth in small minute patterns, much like the ways Ahri's had done to him, but far more discreet in their analysis and movement. It wasn't the way the man looked... though it was certainly unique, these days, it could all be fabricated. It was... how the man held himself. It wasn't the same, and Isaiah's instincts picked up on it. And if that was not enough, he caught a glimmer of something off in the darkness of the basement, only a bit away. If the man hadn't been an indication, this woman certainly was. She had the same feeling as whatever had offered him the blood. Isaiah had nothing against women in general, but whenever he believed he caught a glimpse of one of the female one of these people... he would always get a slightly higher feeling of contempt<br>. <br><br>He knew what these people were... However, a bit of sanity came through the cloud and forced him to think, perhaps not? Perhaps they were just humans, and his feeling came from somewhere else, from the suspicions that clouded every facet of his life these days.... However this sanity was soon obscured, and he went right back to thinking. At this point, he didn't exactly care.<br><br>Though his face showed a rather grim and serious expression, his eye twitched for just a second momentarily, and he started to walk backwards, back up the stairs, as he whispered to Ahri, doubtful at how it would work with these people near him, but still out of habit.<br><br>"You might just wanna stay behind me... just don't try to kill me. If you thought I was crazy before, you'll probably think worse of me, no matter what will happen."<br><br>Turning his eyes back to them, he nodded.<br><br>"Evening."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Fueding Bloods (Vampire)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sairin</strong> on <strong>14-02-2012, 01:10:23</strong>
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				Ahri reached into her bag and pulled out the pepper spray, but dropped it onto the wooden floor as her eyes met the man's coming up the stairs and a woman behind him. As the can began to roll down the stairs, Ahri turned her gaze to the woman. The woman with blood around her lips. <br><br>Ahri backed up, unexpected to run into the murderer. Well, Ahri assumed this woman was the murderer or someone that aspired to be like the murderer. Regardless, a shiver ran down her spine. Never before was she face to face with a killer, and she had never expected it to be like this.&nbsp; A beautiful woman beyond words that could escape Ahri's trembling lips and a handsome man with what involvement to the woman Ahri did not know. <br><br>Keeping quiet this time, Ahri waited for the two to speak with the man she had met previously. Every being of her wished to run now, and as soon as she got the chance, she would.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Fueding Bloods (Vampire)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Narianna</strong> on <strong>14-02-2012, 02:18:16</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i221.photobucket.com/albums/dd315/Kali_83/N.jpg)</div><div align="center"><strong>Name:</strong> Nadia Medici (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=131014.msg5842023#msg5842023)<br><strong>Race/Position:</strong> Royal Vampire/Princess<br><strong>Location:</strong> Near Bronk House<br><strong>Time:</strong> Day 1, Evening<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Ricardo<br></div><br><hr><br>"Psst!" Nadia hisses in Ricardo's fleeting direction. "There are humans in there, you fool! While I would be more than content letting them rot, I'm sure you wouldn't wish another Bronk case on your hands." Her voice was no more than a whisper on her lips, but she knew her brother could hear her. His senses were most likely still heightened from listening in on the house before them.<br><br>Nadia drew her blade and, with superhuman speed, approached the house. She was inside the front door with a mere click of it closing behind her, not even waiting for a response from Ricardo. She approached the humans, not a sound to her footfalls, until she appeared behind them. She hid her blade nonchalantly at her side and allowed for the floorboard to creak under her weight, alerting the humans she was there.<br><br>And there they were, she stared into the eyes of the former Royals of her past from the top of the stairs. Their eyes were even colder than her own but she refused to express the shiver beckoning at her spine. The humans stood between her and the repulsive Outsiders. The bane of her existence, the lot of them.<br><br>"Soren. Faith." She looked from one to the other. "Doesn't home (this word she emphasized slightly) sound extremely pleasurable right about now?" Wisps of hot breath and images of the comforts of their homes would beat softly at their minds, possibly filling them with a desire to leave.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Fueding Bloods (Vampire)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Elf</strong> on <strong>14-02-2012, 03:45:25</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft"> (http://i1138.photobucket.com/albums/n534/MaidensElf/Ricardo.jpg)</div> <strong>Name:</strong> Ricardo Medici<br><strong>Race/Position:</strong> Royal vampire/Prince<br><strong>Time:</strong> Day 1, Evening<br><strong>Location:</strong> H. Bronk Residence<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Nadia, Soren, Faith, Ahri, &amp; Isaiah <br><br><hr><br>Ricardo only gets a couple steps away when he hears Nadia. She is the nearly the last person he would think to be concerned about a couple of humans. He sighs as he realizes she is right about what would likely happen if the two outsiders were left to do as they wish with the humans. Before he can reply she is suddenly heading to the house with her great speed. ”Shit!” He draws just one of his blades before following her to the house.<br><br>Coming from the alley puts the back door closer to Ricardo and if he guesses correctly closer to the basement stairs. Moving with a speed to match Nadia’s he hit the door shattering the lock and popping the door open. With door open he slows back down to human speeds even moving with a casual slowness. He too conceals the blade at his side as he moves so as to place himself between the humans and other vampires. He only briefly glances at the humans before turning his gaze to the Outsiders. He smiles as if he is glad to see them as he pushes the power of his will at them.<br><br>”Soren and Faith, what a surprise to see you here. On such nice night as this I would expect you would want to be <strong>home</strong>, <strong>home</strong> with your slaves to see to your every need. <strong>Home</strong> with all of your luxuries. <strong>Home</strong> where you can relax and let all of your worries go.” Ricardo had heard Nadia refer to them wanting to be home and felt the tendrils of her power as she push it towards them, and he uses his own power to reinforce hers.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Fueding Bloods (Vampire)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rhaegar14</strong> on <strong>14-02-2012, 09:02:57</strong>
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				<div align="center"><strong>Name:</strong> Dante Rodrigo Estevez<br><strong>Race/Position:</strong> Royal Vampire / General<br><strong>Time:</strong> Day 1, Evening<br><strong>Location:</strong> Chadenhoff --&gt; Bronk Residence<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> None</div><br><hr><br>Dante had been informed by one of the servants shortly after the King and his sister had left. He had shaken his head, thinking that foolish boy was going to get himself killed one of these days. That possibility had suddenly become all too real.<br><br>So now he found himself dressed in full battle regalia, with four of his Blood Knights assembled before him. His cell phone had rang only a minute ago, but when need was great, vampiric soldiers could be remarkably hasty. It had been Ricardo's mole within the local police department, reporting a suspicious phone call. Dante normally dealt with these things unless they were of great importance, in order to avoid disturbing His Highness. As usual, the mole had played a recording of the call for him.<br><br>Dante had recognized Soren's voice immediately. They had dueled on many occasions, as Dante was one of the only vampires in all of Baker that could stand up to the thousand-year-old Outsider in battle... and his victories were usually mixed at best. The one-time Templar hung up without a word, then called for the first team of his knights to assemble.<br><br>And now they were getting ready to go to war. Each wore red combat armor (http://benyoboy.files.wordpress.com/2010/07/lars-alexandersson.png), created from RHA (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Rolled_homogeneous_armour) steel plates. They carried AA-12 Automatic Shotguns (http://images.gizmag.com/hero/aa-12-combat-shotgun-frag-12-automatic.jpg) and a pair of machetes (http://billstclair.com/blog/images/bk6.jpg), blades and bullets crafted from "blessed silver," as Dante liked to call that special metal that was the bane of all vampirekind. The Blood Kinghts were Dante's finest warriors; he had ensured that no expense was spared in equipping them.<br><br>His own armor, while made of the same material, was much more ornate, and much older in its styling. He wore a suit of blood-red full plate mail, covered in skeleton and bat motifs. Fastened to his tasset was the same, ancient longsword that had been his weapon of choice for centuries. The weapon could only be described as an antique because of its age; Dante had taken extremely good care of it over the long passage of time, and it had been made in the first place to kill, not to adorn. It was a relic from his days as a knight, as a holy crusader; one of the few things that still reminded him of his life as a human. The only change he had made to the hilt of the weapon his lover had given him when he joined the Order was to strike off the cross on the pommel and have it replaced with the likeness of a snarling wolf with onyx eyes; he could not bear the sight of the cross anymore. The hilt was golden, wrapped in soft, brown leather, with a straight guard that resembled the sides of a german cross. Though it had pained him, he'd had the blade itself reforged long ago into an alloy of steel and blessed silver (the vampire slayer's metal alone was too flimsy to serve for melee weapons); the steel component had come from the original castle-forged blade. A tattered black cloak hung from his shoulders.<br><br>"Gentlemen," he said, his icy blue eyes matching each of theirs, "we may be going into a suicide mission. Soren Altgeist is in the area, and I do not know if he is accompanied." The general's voice was cold, but razor-sharp with repressed anger. "But you are Blood Knights. The finest warriors in this damnable city. And we will rescue our King at any cost. <em>Move out!!</em>" he roared as all five disappeared in a blur, rushing through the mansion, out the front door, and down the road towards the Bronk residence faster than any vehicle could carry them, their passage marked by less than a whisper.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Fueding Bloods (Vampire)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>bubby</strong> on <strong>14-02-2012, 20:50:12</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/1/1f/Angel_sanctuary_1_by_heise.jpg)</div><br><div align="center"><em>~Faith/Outsider Second/Bronk's Basement//Tagged: All there~</em></div><br><em>”Send help... there will be blood everywhere...”</em><br><br>Faith's demeanor flipped like a switch as Soren uttered those words into the phone. Her face lit with utter joy, and she literally squealed softly like a little girl, clapping her hands. As Soren turned from her making his way up the stairs, she would most certainly follow. In fact she would skip. Quite a feat in the boots she was wearing.<br><br>She came directly behind Soren as the basement door was opened, her smile bright, much as her eyes. Back and forth she moved behind her&nbsp; Leaders back, first one broad shoulder then the next, gazing heavily upon Isaiah and Ahri. She giggled as she noted the man stepping back and moving the obviously young girl behind him. The fact he wasn't quaking in terror at the sight of Faith and Soren spike volumes in her opinion. ” Mmmm..evening indeed kitty. Look at you playing Hero. And they say chivalry is dead! You Sir, are a pillar of humanity..” Bending she would snatch up the can of spray that Ahri had dropped, lofting a slender brow in the girls direction, smiling and purring low as orbs of gold glowed over Soren's shoulder. ” You really need to think about a weapons upgrade pretty thing. Pepper in a can is so....human...”<br><br>A slow wink she would afford Ahri, the smile pasted upon blood stained lips beginning to work into a leer. But anything she had in mind came to a complete halt as first Nadia then Ricardo made their appearance. Her mood shifted from playing with her would be toys to instant rage. Her purr slammed into a low growl and she hissed at the pair, moving from behind Soren to stand beside him. Her chin would lift as they both began to speak, her eyes widening, her hands curling to fists, one clutching the can tighter. Slack her face would go, her body beginning to relax, soon enough whispering a single word. ” Home...”<br><br>For several silent moments she would seem to have fallen into the Royals web, until she would choke a bit, work into a smirk, then simply bust up laughing. Pointing at the pair she would dissolve into mirth, beginning to click her booted heels together as she began a mantra. ” Home, home, home....home, home, home....!!!”
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				Title: <strong>Re: Fueding Bloods (Vampire)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>PeacethatPowerbrings</strong> on <strong>14-02-2012, 22:00:10</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://static.manatalks.com/www/images/posts/sorin-markov-dark-ascension-black-planeswalkers.jpg)</div><div align="center"><strong>Name:</strong> Soren Altgeist III<br><strong>Race/Position:</strong> Vampire Leader of the Outsiders<br><strong>Location:</strong> Home of H. Bronk (Deceased)<br><strong>Time:</strong> Day 1, Evening<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Faith, Ahri, Isaiah, Nadia, Ricardo<br></div><br><hr><br>Faith having warned him, Soren was unsurprised by the entrance of the Royals. He was, however, somewhat surprised when they began to speak. Centuries among the Royals, having been one himself, had taught him all he needed to know of their mind tricks. It was still a soothing feeling, however, and it might very well have worked, if they'd had the time. He was capable of that himself, once, but had given that up for the power of the Outsiders.<br><br>He smirked slightly, as Faith began to mock the new arrivals, and their attempts at influence.<br><br>"I think that Faith is trying to express the point that you ought to stick to charming humans," he said, "now, since, I assume you'll want to be gone before more humans show up, I suggest you go home. You wouldn't want to disobey your own law, would you? Leave the humans to us, and we even promise not to make a mess."<br><br>Soren's hand went to the grip of his sword. In such close quarters, and without a number advantage on either side, he believed that he would win, especially with Faith beside him. Still, he was more focused on the humans than on his enemy.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Fueding Bloods (Vampire)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kaiten</strong> on <strong>14-02-2012, 22:33:49</strong>
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				He gazed back at the female, meeting with her rather odd and mysterious eyes before looking away from them. It was more than that gut feeling now. He forced his eyes back, determined not to look away from them.<br><br>"I'd rather not like to say what you're the pillar of..."<br><br>He went to reach for his gun, but raised an eyebrow as he heard two more come in, another female, which made him grit his teeth, especially after seeing she was rather well armed. His gaze sifted back from each couple of vampires. It was... quite unsettling how it had gone from a rather simple thing, to all these people suddenly here.<br><br>"Well shit... I guess if you wish too much for something. Looks like your skepticism will be tested kid."<br><br>And indeed the feeling of irony weighed heavily on him, He had been trying to hunt down a vampire for quite a long time.. and now there were 4. And worse off... it seemed like he and the girl were smack dab in the middle of politics that neither of them understood at this point.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Fueding Bloods (Vampire)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sairin</strong> on <strong>15-02-2012, 02:37:28</strong>
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				Ahri trembled to the words of these beings, these mad people. Turning to look over her shoulder, Ahri's heart sank to only see more join. She stopped immediately in her tracks, feeling cornered at every angle by a foe. Her mind raced as her eyes searched. Behind her was the two new intruders, before her was the couple from the stairway. On both sides offered little escape aside from locked windows. The time it took for her to reach, unlock and attempt to escape would be far too long.<br><br>But as Ahri turned her back to the wall, so she could easily view both sides, it became apparent to her that the two parties were not on friendly terms with one another. With just a bit of time and if she remained quiet, an opportunity for escape would surely arise.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Fueding Bloods (Vampire)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Narianna</strong> on <strong>15-02-2012, 03:09:57</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i221.photobucket.com/albums/dd315/Kali_83/N.jpg)</div><div align="center"><strong>Name:</strong> Nadia Medici (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=131014.msg5842023#msg5842023)<br><strong>Race/Position:</strong> Royal Vampire/Princess<br><strong>Location:</strong> Near Bronk House<br><strong>Time:</strong> Day 1, Evening<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Ricardo<br></div><br><hr><br>Damn! They'd set off Faith. She was hoping that with their combined power, she and Ricardo would have been able to turn away at least one of the Outsiders. Well this wasn't going to end well. Why hadn't they brought back up with them? She was going to have to talk with Ricardo later about that.<br><br>Nadia slowly reached for her gun in the back of her leather pants with her empty hand. She looked down at those measly stupid stupid humans. If it weren't for them, she might have actually lived to taste her new slave that night. Instead, she and her nosy brother were now stuck trying to rescue what should be dinner from a couple savage animals. She directed her power toward the humans in front of her. They would feel soft velvet wrapping their minds in reassuring calmness and whispering sweet commands in their ears.<br><br>"Humans, why don't you turn and make your way back up to me as quickly as possible," seeing the glint in Soren's eye and the movement of his arm, Nadia was already moving toward the humans with preternatural speed, whether they moved or not. If she made it in time, she was to scoop them up and drag them outside in her arms.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Fueding Bloods (Vampire)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Elf</strong> on <strong>15-02-2012, 19:27:10</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft"> (http://i1138.photobucket.com/albums/n534/MaidensElf/Ricardo.jpg)</div> <strong>Name:</strong> Ricardo Medici<br><strong>Race/Position:</strong> Royal vampire/Prince<br><strong>Time:</strong> Day 1, Evening<br><strong>Location:</strong> H. Bronk Residence<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Nadia, Soren, Faith, Ahri, &amp; Isaiah <br><br><hr><br>Ricardo breaths a small sigh and for an instant his smile because truly genuine when he sees Faith’s face go slack and she whisper the word home. When she starts in on her laughter though his grip tightens on the handle of his blade and his smile vanishes entirely. A hard determined look appears in his eyes. He had not thought their powers would affect the two older vampires especially the truly insane Faith. Insanity is in many ways its own defense protecting the mind of the insane. That one so needs to be put down like a rabid dog. A quick thought about the pistol at the small of his back flashes through his mind, but is just as quickly discarded. In the close confines of the house the blades will be much more affective especially considering the speed vampires are capable of.<br><br>The blade already in Ricardo’s hand comes up from his side as his other hand begins to move into his jacket to retrieve the other blade. The bit of fear that he feels at facing not one but two Outsiders does not show. He does not even think about wishing they had brought back up until Nadia moves clearly intending to get the humans out of there. The realization that he will alone with both of the brutish vampires far older than himself really makes him wish he had not been quite so eager to investigate this on his own. He does however still look Soren full in the eyes even as his attention is clearly more focused on the humans. Ricardo may be looking at Soren but is still fully aware of Faith.<br><br>”Okay, point taken, Soren, you are too old and had these powers too long to be easily swayed by them and Faith is just plain too insane. I cannot however leave these humans to your gentle mercies especially with the others you called already on the way. We should still have several minutes before they arrive and hopefully we can have this settled before then.” Without taking his eyes off the traitor or losing track of where Faith is Ricardo’s next words are clearly for his sister. ”Get those two out of here and to someplace safe, but do not let them out of your sight.”
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				Title: <strong>Re: Fueding Bloods (Vampire)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rhaegar14</strong> on <strong>17-02-2012, 10:13:14</strong>
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				<div align="center"><strong>Name:</strong> Dante Rodrigo Estevez<br><strong>Race/Position:</strong> Royal Vampire / General<br><strong>Time:</strong> Day 1, Evening<br><strong>Location:</strong> Bronk Residence<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> All Present</div><br><hr><br>The sound of shattering glass echoed throughout the Bronk Residence as the situation tipped drastically in the favor of the Royals. The Blood Knights had come. Dante Rodrigo Estevez had come.<br><br>One had perched himself on top of the roof of the house, keeping an eye out in the dark for the incoming police forces, while another hooked his arms around the two humans in a blur and removed them to the front room of the house before turning back towards the basement stairway, gun cocked and ready. Normally, he would've killed the two of them, but the fact that Ricardo and Nadia hadn't done so themselves yet meant they were to be protected. The last two Knights had broken into the basement, keeping their distance but with their weapons aimed at the Outsiders between them and the stairway.<br><br>The last to take his position was Dante, holding his sword out and staring down the blade at Soren. He stood halfway down the staircase, directly between the two members of the royal family and the two traitors. His eyes were freezing, filled with icy-blue hate. "You have one opportunity, the two of you. You are outnumbered and outmatched. Retreat now," he ordered, barely-repressed anger lurking beneath the surface of his words.<br><br>((I was waiting for things to get a bit more... dire before I posted Dante's arrival on the scene, but then it suddenly occurred to me that you guys might be trying to be courteous and waiting on me to post. XD))
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				Title: <strong>Re: Fueding Bloods (Vampire)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>PeacethatPowerbrings</strong> on <strong>19-02-2012, 19:19:24</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://static.manatalks.com/www/images/posts/sorin-markov-dark-ascension-black-planeswalkers.jpg)</div><div align="center"><strong>Name:</strong> Soren Altgeist III<br><strong>Race/Position:</strong> Vampire Leader of the Outsiders<br><strong>Location:</strong> Home of H. Bronk (Deceased)<br><strong>Time:</strong> Day 1, Evening<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Faith, Ahri, Isaiah, Nadia, Ricardo<br></div><br><hr><br>Soren's eyes didn't shift from Ricardo and the humans, despite the new voice. He knew where Dante stood, and knew who he was. Dante's threat was accurate. If Dante had his soldiers, then they were both outnumbered, and outmatched. If not, then, perhaps just outnumbered. In either case, the reward was quickly becoming less than the risk.<br><br>"When you find out who killed Bronk," he said, "send them my condolences before you kill them."<br><br>Soren was not going to wait around for Dante to reconsider the virtues of letting him, and Faith, escape. He turned on his heel, away from the Royals and humans, bolting for the end of the hall, breaking through window and wall, out into the alleyway. His fingers dug into the brickwork as he climbed, disappearing from view of the house. He expected Faith would follow.<br><br>The sirens, now audible, drew closer as he reached the roof of the house next door. He didn't wait around. If the Royals would deny him the humans he wanted, he'd just find some others, it was a long night, and he had promised the humans some blood.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Fueding Bloods (Vampire)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sairin</strong> on <strong>20-02-2012, 04:58:30</strong>
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				Ahri breathed quickly, her chest rising and falling with each breath she drew as she backed up towards Nadia. Was it the correct choice? Perhaps not, but the words of this woman enticed her so. Ahri felt calm as she turned her back to the mysterious people from behind and glanced to Nadia, awaiting what she should do next. This calmness from Ahri lasted, but she was pulled out of it when Dante tore her from the situation.<br><br>Turning to face Dante with a groaning noise, Ahri blinked to find nothing but the man she had walked in on. Without a second thought, Ahri twirled away from him and began to run down the street. Anywhere was fine as long as it was away from the Bronk's residence. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Fueding Bloods (Vampire)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kaiten</strong> on <strong>29-02-2012, 08:17:41</strong>
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				Isaiah was quite aware what was happening, but at the moment, so many things were happening at once that it confused him a bit, and he was barely able to react as they were sent to the next room... Quite odd indeed, all they had done was moved them. The girl seemed to be fleeing, but at this moment... that was probably safest. Besides, here were plenty of those monsters in front of him, and, for some reason, had turned away from him. He realized that maybe he himself was probably not a risk to them, but he did have a weapon.<br><br>He almost didn't fire because of the confusion of why they had just done what they did, but soon started firing, focusing on the one that had move them then turned its back. They moved fast, but they did not seem to be able to move faster than a bullet.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Fueding Bloods (Vampire)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Narianna</strong> on <strong>29-02-2012, 20:39:21</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i221.photobucket.com/albums/dd315/Kali_83/N.jpg)</div><div align="center"><strong>Name:</strong> Nadia Medici (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=131014.msg5842023#msg5842023)<br><strong>Race/Position:</strong> Royal Vampire/Princess<br><strong>Location:</strong> Near Bronk House<br><strong>Time:</strong> Day 1, Evening<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Ricardo, Faith, Soren, Ahri, Isaiah, Dante and Crew<br></div><br><hr><br>The sound of shattering glass made Nadia falter on her descent milliseconds before the humans were swept up from in front of her. Her brow furrowed in confusion until she heard Dante's voice. She'd never experienced such relief until that moment. Well, relief until she heard the door opening and tiny feet hitting the pavement.<br><br>"Shit!" Nadia hissed and turned to give chase. However, as soon as she hit the living room, something sharp and painful lodged itself into her shoulder. She looked up, startled, to see the other human there holding a smoking gun. You little fucker! Nadia couldn't help herself and bared her fangs, growling in annoyance. She would deal with that one later.<br><br>With supernatural speed, she fled the house and stopped abruptly in front of the girl.<br><br>"Going somewhere, Love?" She asked coyly. She so wanted to play with this pretty little thing. Maybe watch it scurry for a bit like a little mouse before pouncing upon her. But she knew the situation was currently far too grave for games. Maybe later. Right now she needed to round up the humans for Ricardo to deal with.<br><br>Once again that soothing calmness would find its way into Ahri's head, overtaking simple thought. It would spread itself out and envelop her into the silky smoothness.<br><br>"Come back to the house, Human," Nadia's dark brown eyes would connect with hers as she walked past her and back toward the house.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Fueding Bloods (Vampire)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Elf</strong> on <strong>06-03-2012, 15:38:42</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft"> (http://i1138.photobucket.com/albums/n534/MaidensElf/Ricardo.jpg)</div> <strong>Name:</strong> Ricardo Medici<br><strong>Race/Position:</strong> Royal vampire/Prince<br><strong>Time:</strong> Day 1, Evening<br><strong>Location:</strong> H. Bronk Residence<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Nadia, Ahri, Isaiah, Dante &amp; his knights<br><br><hr><br>The sound of glass shattering while being a surprise does not cause Ricardo to even flinch or pull his gaze from the traitor Soren. He is not surprised when he hears Dante’s voice and then picks up the scent of five of the general’s Blood Knights also there. After Dante addresses the two Outsiders Ricardo’s hand that was reaching for his other blade drops back to his side still empty all the fear he had just a moment before is completely gone but there is still no outward sign that it was ever there. He lowers his blade to his at the same moment that Soren makes his escape crashing through a wall. The young King’s eyes switch over to the insane Faith only to watch her move just one step behind her master through opening he had just made even before the debris can even start to settle and turns to leave in the opposite direction her master had taken.<br><br>Ricardo is just about to thank Dante for his timely arrival when he is distracted by the sound of the front door opening and the girl makes her attempt at an escape. This is followed immediately by the sound of gun shots. Moving with a speed no human eye could follow he moves into the living room avoiding being hit by any of the bullets clearly meant for Dante’s steel covered back. His empty hand comes up to push the pistol towards the ceiling so all the remaining shots being fired go harmlessly up into the ceiling. He can clearly hear the approaching sirens and knows they only have moments to get out before police and EMTs arrive. He looks into the human’s eyes and a very real looking smile spreads across his. His voice is calm and soothing practically dripping with his power as it attempts to cover the human’s mind in a warm comforting blanket. ”We mean you no harm. Please give me your weapon.” He does not need to look around for his sister as he trusts that she has gone after the girl.
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