Silver City (ChicagoOkie x SapphireStar)
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				Title: <strong>Silver City (ChicagoOkie x SapphireStar)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>SapphireStar</strong> on <strong>01-05-2015, 21:20:04</strong>
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				Dark gray clouds hung over the city. Streets still wet from the rain. The week was almost over and still no sign of the sun.&nbsp; The meterologist predicting more clouds followed by rain. Possibly a thunderstorm or two come nightfall. A gloomy atmosphere set into the very fabric of the city. Hardly anyone felt like smiling.&nbsp; Too busy running in and out of doorways to avoid the cold drops of rain once more falling upon steel and glass. A chill wind swept through the spaces between buildings creating an eerie, mournful wail piercing the air.<br><br>A dark SUV turned down a street, slowly approaching a building near the warehouse district. The building itself looked in need of repairs. A crooked, battered under construction sign hung limply upon a the wire fence.&nbsp; The SUV pulled into an underground parking garage.&nbsp; Emergin from behind the wheel, a tall man roughly 6'4", dark neatly trimmed black hair wearing a dark custom tailored suit strode across the concrete floor towards the cargo elevator. Tucked beneath his left arm the days newspaper with bold words splashed across the front page about the latest murder plaguing the city. Pressing a button, grinding gears could be heard as the elevator rose upwards before sliding to a halt.&nbsp; Pushing the large door open, he stepped inside dropping the door back in place. Selecting a button, gears grinding once more descending into the dark abyss below.<br><br>Sliding to a halt, the man opened the door revealing an interior vastly different to the delipidated building above. The halls were in pristine shape. Brilliant white walls lining slate gray floors.&nbsp; A few people walked the halls carrying file folders, or talking amongst themselves. A few greeted the man in the suit as he made his way to the briefing room. The door slide open upon his approach. The room was done in a blue and gray ampitheater style.&nbsp; Long light gray tables sat upon each raised platform lined with dark blue cushioned chairs. Already seated were several members of the taskforce.<br><br>As soon as the door opened, a woman with long chocolate brown hair swiveled around. Her angelic face deceptive.&nbsp; Hiding a fierce monster within. She looked like any other normal twenty something woman, yet she was born of a supernatural union.&nbsp; Born a weretiger. Many who were supernatural could appear like anyone else.&nbsp; Even be your next door neighbor and never know.&nbsp; That is until the monster came out. Seated to her right, the taskforces weapons and tech genius specializing in magic.&nbsp; Behind her, a gruff, muscular man who served as the transport driver and heavy hitter.<br><br>"Sir," Alana greeted. "Do we have a mission?"<br><br>"Yes, but we are waiting for a new arrival," the Commander spoke, standing before the team hands clasped behind his back.&nbsp; Earlier he had sent a messenger with a package to a detective he had been watching the past for months as a potential candidate for the taskforce.&nbsp; Within the package were directions to their location and protocol to gain entry. The corners of Alana's mouth curved downwar. Swiveling slightly exchanging curious, yet apprehensive glances with her teammates.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Silver City (ChicagoOkie x SapphireStar)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ChicagoOkie</strong> on <strong>24-07-2015, 20:02:49</strong>
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				Kieran was sitting at his desk going through a few of the backlog case files. It was a typical day. Until a uniformed officer dropped a plain manilla envelope in front of him. He was about to ask the uni what it was, but they were gone. There wasn't anything particularly special about the package. He flipped it over in his hands. It wasn't an interoffice envelope. It had Detective Kieran Fitzgerald printed on one side in thick black marker. He flipped it over and unwound the red string keeping it sealed.<br><br>"I hope this isn't from some wack job." He said to more himself than anyone else.<br><br>Kieran's thumb flipped the envelope open and turned the contents out onto the desk. He was surprised when a couple of papers with police department letterhead slipped out. One was requesting his presence, and the other appeared to be directions. He recognized the area to around the warehouse district, but other than that he didn't know what this was about. Without a second thought he pulled his gun from the locked drawer and grabbed his suit jacket.<br><br>It didn't take long for Kieran to reach the location. His silver truck pulled up to the building. The state of the building had him concerned. Once his truck was in the garage and parked he got out. Kieran was over six feet tall with an impressive muscular figure. He kept his dark hair short. His grey suit wasn't very fancy, about what would be expected on a detective's salary. He walked over to the elevator and made his way to his destination. Opening and exiting the elevator was like stepping into another world. The office before him was not what he was expecting.<br><br>One of the people walking around directed him to the briefing room. He walked to the indicated room. The door opened before he could reach out. Inside there appeared to be a meeting of some kind. His brown eyes quickly scanned the room.<br><br>"Excuse me," his voice was strong while being respectful. "I was told to come here."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Silver City (ChicagoOkie x SapphireStar)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>SapphireStar</strong> on <strong>28-07-2015, 16:52:56</strong>
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				The room fell silent as the door opened. It was so quiet you could hear a pin drop. Alana was the first to turn towards Kieran. Hazel eyes narrowing ever so slightly. Nostrils flaring as she inhaled the new scent. Eyes widening realizing the newcomer was human. Her gaze shifted back to the Commander, the corners of her mouth curved downward. The Commander shook his head giving her a stern look as he recognized the look on Alana's face.<br><br>"Yes, please take a seat, Detective Fitzgerald," the Commander spoke gesturing to a chair next to Alana. "I am Commander Thorin. Welcome to the team."&nbsp; As the Commander spoke, Alana's body was tense, unsure of what to make of what was going on.<br><br>Clearing his throat. "I was just about to brief the team on their new assignment," Commander Thorin spoke as he passed out a black packet to each member of the team. "Inside is your next target. A Necromancer."<br><br>Alana opened her packet, scowling as she shifted through the documents. On top was a bio sheet with a slightly grainy photo of the Necromancer. The man was tall, lean with blonde hair. The name on the sheet identified him as Alaric Wulfgar. "Something must be in the works for him to make an appearance," Alana replied dryly scanning the documents.<br><br>Commander Thorin cleared his throat. "I planned a more formal introduction. I apologize if we're throwing you right into the deep end of the ocean," he spoke glancing at Kieran.<br><br>Glancing at Kieran, a hint of a gleam in her eyes. "I hope you can swim," Alana replied dryly. She wasn't pleased about this. The team worked fine with the four of them.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Silver City (ChicagoOkie x SapphireStar)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ChicagoOkie</strong> on <strong>31-07-2015, 04:51:50</strong>
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				Kieran locked eyes with Alana for a brief moment. Judging by the facial expression that followed, she wasn’t very thrilled that he was there. Not that he knew why. He nodded towards Commander Thorin, and took the seat next to Alana. He honestly wasn't sure what team he was being welcomed to. The packet that led him there wasn't exactly clear about that. His confusion was quickly erased when he took the black mission dossier. He tensed up and shifted in his seat.<br><br>The seal on the front of the black packet belonged to the supernatural squad, as they were called by the other precincts. They were nothing more than monsters with badges. As far as Kieran was concerned, all those freaks should be rounded up and put behind bars. And, not just when they did something wrong. From his experience they were all monsters.<br><br>Kieran followed suit and started looking through the packet. He didn't know anything about necromancers. Except for the whole dead magic thing. He leafed through the pages. It was fairly standard information. Names, description, and what other information they had on the perp.<br><br>Kieran gave a smile. Deep end was putting it lightly. How was he supposed to help these creatures? From what he heard bullets didn't harm most of them. What exactly did Commander Thorin expect him to do?<br><br>"Are there any leads?" Kieran asked deciding to be the cop he was. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Silver City (ChicagoOkie x SapphireStar)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>SapphireStar</strong> on <strong>03-08-2015, 17:40:28</strong>
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				Alana's body language was rather tense. She didn't like someone new coming in. Especially when they were given a dangerous assignment to take down Alaric Wulfgar. She didn't want to worry about a rookie making a mistake. Nostrils flaring slightly as his scent flooded her accute sense of smell. It wasn't an unpleasant smell. On the contrary, it was very pleasing with hints of musk, spice, and a faint earthy tone. His scent stirred something deep inside her. Shaking her head, pushing those primal thoughts from her mind. She needed to focus. Pursuing Alaric needed all her undivided attention. One slip in concentration could prove fatal. Alaric was one of the most dangerous Necromancer's around.<br><br>Leaning back in her seat, frowning as she swiveled slightly from left to right, then right to left. Commander Thorin turned slightly towards Kieran. "So far, we have had reports filter in of dead bodies covered in ritualistic symbols turn up," he spoke closing the file folder tucking it underneath his right arm.&nbsp; "Most were drained of their blood. The fact that he is leaving them out where they can be found is rather bold."<br><br>"Yeah, it is like a big neon sign flashing overhead saying "Look at me! Supernatural here!"," a young woman dressed in a black baby doll t-shirt with Led Zeppelin on it commented. An origami tiger prowled about the table before her. "It is like he is purposefully drawing attention."<br><br>Commander Thorin nodded in agreement. "And, this is why this takes top priority. This has potential to spin out of control. Cause the public to panic, and we can't have that."<br><br>Alana read through the documents. Lips pursing as she the wheels turned within her mind. "He probably has help. We should find the connection between the victims. See if their paths crossed." Glancing at Kieran. "Have you come across any reports of trouble at any clubs? More so then usual?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Silver City (ChicagoOkie x SapphireStar)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ChicagoOkie</strong> on <strong>03-08-2015, 19:46:05</strong>
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				Alana was a bit distracting. It was bad enough that she obviously had some kind of issue with Kieran, but she started to swivel in her chair. Movement tends to pull the eye, especially when it was a pretty woman. He moved his eyes back to the commander. Then he looked at the other woman who started speaking. He tried his best not to act surprised at the piece of paper walking about the table. Kieran took a few notes as he listened to the others speak. Some were notes on what they said. Others were notes on what he was trying to remember. He recalled seeing reports of bodies found, but as they were supernatural in nature the bodies didn’t fall to him.<br><br>“That is more vice’s area, but I’ve got a friend in that department.” Kieran replied looking up from the documents toward Alana. Then he pulled out his cell and quickly sent a text. “She should get back to me pretty quick.” He set the phone on the table. “Correct me if I’m wrong, but spells and the like require ingredients?” He shuffled through the papers making a note of any substances found at the scenes. “Could we look into suppliers?” His phone chirped and he checked his phone. There was an email with several attachments. “Club Seven had some odd trouble. That’s a fang groupie club…,” he paused. <em>Was that offensive?</em> He thought to himself.&nbsp; “So nothing too unusual.” He scanned through the attachments. Most of what he had was fairly normal. “There was an attempted abduction at the High Garden. That club downtown on a roof top. That’s it.” He sent a reply to his friend. <em>Thanks Jenny, I owe you one.</em>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Silver City (ChicagoOkie x SapphireStar)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>SapphireStar</strong> on <strong>06-08-2015, 19:41:43</strong>
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				Listening to Kieran, Alana's lips pursed, nodding slightly. The wheels of her mind turning. Clubs were a favorite hot spot for some supernatural beings to prey upon innocent and vulnerable humans. Unsuspecting humans who had no idea about supernatural beings around them. Though there were some humans who were willing, often allowing vampires to use them as blood donors so they didn't hunt every night. Alcohol consumption lowered their human's guard, leaving them open to suggestion, or temptation. Clubs often were owned by supernatural beings. Vampires owned a vast majority, or were silent partners. It was very profitable to own or invest in numerous business ventures.<br><br>"Club Seven is owned and operated by Bianca Devaux, mistress of one of the oldest vampire houses in the city. The House of Grimaldi," Alana replied turning slightly to look at Kieran. Her hazel eyes noting the way he sat in the chair. She wondered how much experience he had in dealing with supernatural beings. Why did Commander Thorin pick him?<br><br>Commander Thorin stood back, listening, watching how the team interacted with each other. He knew Alana would be the most resistant to the idea of having a new team member. Especially after having lost a teammate months before. So far, things appeared to be running smoothly.<br><br>"Detective Fitzgerald, Alana, why don't the two of you run down the club leads. Talk to the young woman who was the victim of the attempted kidnapping. See if she saw their abductor, and can describe them," Commander Thorin spoke. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Silver City (ChicagoOkie x SapphireStar)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ChicagoOkie</strong> on <strong>08-08-2015, 21:51:43</strong>
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				Kieran made a note of Bianca Devaux and the House of Grimaldi. He would look them up in the units files when he had the chance. While the regular cops knew some things, there was still a lot that was kept on a need to know basis. There was a lot he needed to catch up on if he was going to be a member of this team. It wasn’t something he wanted, but you didn’t always get to choose your assignments. He nodded to the commander and closed the file. He stood with the others. The meeting was over and it was time to get to work.<br><br>Kieran turned to Alana. “I guess we’re partners.” He extended his hand and smiled. This woman obviously didn’t like him. He didn’t know why, but it could be any number of reasons. “Kieran Fitzgerald,” he was going to do his best to be nice. If they were going to be partners then they needed to find some way to get along. Besides, he didn’t have a problem with her. Other than her being a monster.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Silver City (ChicagoOkie x SapphireStar)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>SapphireStar</strong> on <strong>16-08-2015, 22:54:06</strong>
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				Alana did a double take unsure she heard the Commander correctly. She sat there for a moment, blinking. Shaking her head, taking a deep breath, letting it out slowly. Fingers curled gripping the edges of the armrests. After what happened to a member of her team a few months ago, Alana didn't feel very enthusiastic about having a new partner and teammate. But, she wasn't going to stamp her foot and throw a tantrum like a spoiled child. For now, Alana would follow orders.<br><br>Rising to her feet as the others filed out of the room. Alana gathered up the papers stuffing them back into the file folder. Eyes raising to look at Kieran. "Alana Shaugnessy," she spoke shaking his hand. Her heart skipped a beat, holding his hand a little longer then necessary before letting go.&nbsp; Scooping up the file folder, she headed out the door. "Our first stop will be the armory. Since this is a specialized unit, conventional weaponry is not always applicable."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Silver City (ChicagoOkie x SapphireStar)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ChicagoOkie</strong> on <strong>25-08-2015, 04:31:43</strong>
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				Kieran thought it was strange she was holding on to his hand longer than a simple hand shake. He shrugged it off as a supernatural thing. For all he knew she was some kind of psychic. Not that he wanted her reading his mind. He watched her head out the door letting his eyes linger a little longer than needed on her bum. "Nice," he whispered low enough that a normal person wouldn't be able to hear. It was a reaction, and not something he could really control. Nor did it occur to him that someone of supernatural nature might be able to hear him. He tucked his folder under his arm and quickly caught up with Alana.<br><br>"The armory, sounds good." He spoke in a friendly tone. "I'm not going to have to carry a crucifix or anything like that am I?" He gave a deep chuckle making it obvious that he was joking. Though, for all he knew that would be exactly what was needed. "What do you use to fight someone that can raise the dead anyway?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Silver City (ChicagoOkie x SapphireStar)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>SapphireStar</strong> on <strong>06-09-2015, 18:42:53</strong>
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				Pausing by one of the weapons cabinet, Alana looked at Kieran with an arched eyebrow. Just beyond the wired mesh door was an array of different handguns, shotguns, and assault rifles. Some custom made for special ammor. Entering a code onto a keypad the wire mesh door ascended. "Don't believe everything you see in a Hollywood movie. They like to over exagerate," Alana replied dryly as she grabbed a few ammo clips. Some were regular clips, while a few others appeared custom filled with liquids. One liquid was a metallic silver.<br><br>Gathering up her hair, Alana tied it up in a simple ponytail before starting to pack up her gear bag. Moving to another cabinet which contained an wide range of bladed weaponry. Opening it she pulled out a knife. Removing it from the sheath, light reflecting off the five inch silver blade. "Silver works well against several Supernaturals. Werewolves and most Weres are allergic to it. The more silver in ones system the more it hinders the natural healing process leaving them vulnerable to the point it can shutdown." Putting the blade carefully back in its sheath, Alana handed it to Kieran.&nbsp; "It is always a good idea to have one on you." Reaching into the cabinet, and set what appeared to be an ordinary looking can of pepper spray on the workstation table. "Your standard can of pepper spray. It will screw with a Supernaturals senses allowing you to take them down or run."<br><br>His question about fighting a necromancer made her tense. Pausing, Alana's expression darkening slightly. "Try to destroy their source of power," she replied turning away for a moment. Talking about necromancers was a bit of a touchy subject. She lost too many people over the years close to her. Some to necromancers, only to have them resurrected as slaves to the necromancer's will. "Fighting a necromancer will put you through not just a physical gauntlet but an emotional one as well. You just have to remember the slaves of the necromancer are no longer who they once were." The tone of her voice held a hint of sadness as she packed a few handguns, a shotgun, and other assorted weapons needed for the field.<br><br><hr><br>The mission stated out routine following a tip from a contact about the whereabouts of the Necromancer.&nbsp; Entry went smoothly, perhaps that should have raised red flags for Alana as they moved forward. Resistance was light.&nbsp; Motioning with her hand, two of thie teammates moved forward.&nbsp; That was when all hell broke loose.&nbsp; Everything seemed to happen in slow motion. Undead minions swarmed all around them. Bullets slowed them down, but just barely.<br><br>Alana's nose wrinkled at the stench.&nbsp; It was overpowering her delicate sense of smell masking other potential dangers.&nbsp; A dull throbbing began in her head from the sensory overload. The hairs on the back of her neck standing on end as she cut down a few minions. Delicate skin tingling from the magic crackling in the air.&nbsp; A cry of pain echoed over the sounds of battle.&nbsp; Whipping her head towards the sound, Alana saw one of her teammates, Simon the tech genius fall.&nbsp; Heart pounding, icy fingers clawing at her very soul. It was happening again.<br><br>"Fall back!" Alana roared, her eyes shifting to a golden hue. Lashing at more minions as they came within reach, claws tearing them apart.&nbsp; When one fell more took its place.&nbsp; There were so many, yet there was a method to the madness. The minions were trying to seperate each team member from the other.<br><br>Before Alana knew it, Marcus their heavy transport driver and infantry specialist was laying down cover fire. Over the spat of his automatic rifle he ordered Alana to get the new guy and get out.&nbsp; Within seconds the human form of Alana was gone, replaced by a rather tall, intimdating looking humanoid white tiger. Grabbing Detective Fitzgerald and was off at an inhumanely fast pace.<br><br>Finding shelter at a diner which was closed for the night, Alana pulled open the back door setting Kieran down just inside. Squeezing in through the door, she huffed tiredly. Her side felt as if it was on fire, blood staining her snowy white fur where a glass shard protruded. An ear flicked, golden cat-eyes staring soulfully at Kieran.
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