One Crew to Rule it All - Lilith's Cave (Gang HQ)
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				Title: <strong>One Crew to Rule it All - Lilith's Cave (Gang HQ)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Revenent</strong> on <strong>07-04-2012, 18:14:30</strong>
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				(http://0.tqn.com/d/phoenix/1/0/Z/b/1/clubradius02.jpg)<br><br>Hidden in the basement of an old, red brick building on the poorer side of town, Lilith's Cave was probably one of the most well-furnished of the slum-class nightclubs. It wasn't very large, its upper and lower levels together only holding about 150 people (if you didn't get any centaurs mixed in), but it had a bar stocked full of cheap beer and vodka every night, there were plenty of rooms in the back for those too drunk or horny to make it back to their apartments, and the constant multi-colored light effects did a great job of hiding just how cramped and sometimes dirty it really was.<br><br>The doorways were large and the stairwells were reinforced to hold extra weight, this being the part of Middle City heavily populated by sub-humans, but it was the middle of the week, so there couldn't be more than fifty humans, elves, dwarves, kobolds, fairies, imps, and orcs getting their dance and drink on right then. The bartender, a massive orc with black, coal-like skin and fangs that jutted a full inch out of his lower lip, had little more to do than hand out the occasional mug of ale and watch the door, waiting for certain arrivals.<br><br>Word had been passed among the non-affiliated criminal rings for weeks that someone was looking for "workers" and willing to pay a lot for just a little violence, and that anyone interested should show up at this club on this particular night. It was strange, since Lilith's Cave wasn't known to be run by any of the major gangs, but the rumors had all been very specific about this club. In any case, the various small-time criminals that showed up would hopefully learn to get along until they found out what was really going on...<br><br><strong>Related Topics:</strong><br><br>Recruitment Thread (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=135065.0)<br>Character Thread (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=136429)<br>OOC Thread (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=136431.0)
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				Title: <strong>Re: One Crew to Rule it All - Lilith's Cave (Gang HQ)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheVariableX</strong> on <strong>07-04-2012, 19:12:28</strong>
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				<br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Charisma Fairchild (Angel)</div><div class="spoiler_body"><div class="floatright">(http://thumb.dumparump.com/453/3BaNb3o.jpg)<br><div align="center"><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>But... you know, with wings.</em></span></div> </div><strong>Name:</strong> Charisma Fairchild<br><br><strong>Age:</strong> 25<br><br><strong>Race:</strong> Angel<br><br><strong>Appearance:</strong>&nbsp; Charisma is gorgeous; a pure and flawless classical beauty.&nbsp; Her skin has the color of veinless white marble, being just a touch of grey and pink off true colorlessness.&nbsp; Her face is finely sculpted and even she is occasionally distracted by her own beauty, especially her extremely alluring eyes.&nbsp; Her hair is dyed a gentle brown from its natural lustrous blonde.&nbsp; Charisma's wings are large and formed of white feathers. <br><br><strong>Sexual Preference:</strong> Prefers strong alpha male bad boy types.&nbsp; She likes her men rough, almost violent, and sometimes more than one at a time.&nbsp; She will sleep with women when instructed, and might make out with another woman to attract a man, as if it would be needed.&nbsp; She is an exhibitionist.&nbsp; She is also working on being submissive sexually, but most of her recent boyfriends have just held her down and pounded her into submission, which isn't quite what she is dreaming of.<br><br><strong>Former Gang:</strong> No prior gang affiliation, though she will have been seen in many different gang hangouts, usually lounging against some thugs car or being pumped full of alcohol.<br><br><strong>Gang Position:</strong> Charisma's most potent gift is the ability to heal others with a laying of hands.&nbsp; She is employed as a nurse, finds work as a nude model for projects of artistic integrity.&nbsp; <br><br><strong>Weapon of Choice:</strong> Aside from her healing magic and a few night classes of self defense, she could probably spray and pray with a sub machine gun, but she isn't a fighter.<br><br><strong>Additional Skills:</strong> Healing touch, flight, knowledge of hospitals and modern medicine commensurate with her training as a nurse, Daddy's demon lawyer on speed dial.<br><br><strong>Personality:</strong> <em>I'm going to wait on this.&nbsp; </em>&nbsp; Kind hearted, aloof, attracted to self-destruction.<br><br><strong>Bio:</strong> Charisma was raised in a good home, and a religious one.&nbsp; Her rich parents sent her to a good college, but her innate ability to heal made her a bit lazy, and instead of graduating as a doctor to please her parents, she settled on becoming a nurse.&nbsp; Charisma enjoys her job, and enjoys healing people.&nbsp; She used to do a lot of charity work and was an upstanding if naive member of the angel community.&nbsp; She doesn't say what happened, but at some point Charisma developed a lusting for big cock and controlling men.&nbsp; She flew from one bad boyfriend to another, and most had various gang ties.&nbsp; Charisma has gone beyond flirting with bad boys from the wrong side of town and is now in a noticeable downward spiral.<br><br><strong>Theme Song (optional):</strong> To be decided</div></div><br><div class="floatright">(http://www.krasa.by/assets/images/news/Escada_Desire_Me_13.jpg)</div><br>Charisma felt dirty just hanging out in places like this; the fun kind of dirty and, unfortunately, the regular kind of dirty.&nbsp; Charisma sits down at one end of a long couch.&nbsp; It isn't all as clean as she would like, and she needs to angle her back so that her wings do no crush against the old couch.&nbsp; Angel's tended to keep spacious homes and places of work, but night clubs were rarely that.&nbsp; The press of bodies was often part of the plan, and tonight Charisma is already sick of strangers rubbing against her glorious white wings, and trying to steal feathers.&nbsp; It's a dumb prank, popularized by some moronic tv show Charisma has never seen.&nbsp; In reality, her feathers do not yield easily, and when they it is unfortunately very painful, much more so than a rude pinch on the butt, which she also has to put up with too often.<br><br>Charisma knows her wings draw people's eyes, and her shimmering gold club dress will capture them.&nbsp; The dress plunges deep and wide, exposing most of the small chest she possesses.&nbsp; The skirt is very short also, and all of her long legs are revealed as she lounged with them out to her side.&nbsp; For obvious reasons, the back of the custom tailored club dress lies open, leaving her nude all the way down to the top of her butt, though much of the skin is hidden by the large white wings.&nbsp; Even folded up, the wings were still forever getting in the way.&nbsp; Right now they rest over the rear of the couch.<br><br>Charisma opens her purse and checks her phone for the time, hoping her boyfriend hasn't forgotten about tonight.&nbsp; She had to trade shifts at the hospital to be available.&nbsp; A single vodka and orange sits on the arm of the chair beside her, and she sips if very very slowly while waiting.&nbsp; Miss Fairchild does look out of place, seeming more like a piece of art that a billionaire might want in his office, than a common club goer.&nbsp; Even for a slumming rich girl, she sets the bar high.&nbsp; She hopes her latest ne'er do well boyfriend arrives soon.&nbsp; An orc had been pestering her earlier, though he seemed to be trolling her (no pun intended), as he was already convinced Charisma would want nothing to do with him.&nbsp; Under other circumstances, she might have entertained his crude and descriptive offers.<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: One Crew to Rule it All - Lilith's Cave (Gang HQ)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>BitterSweet</strong> on <strong>08-04-2012, 05:46:34</strong>
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				<div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Zero</div><div class="spoiler_body"><strong>Name:</strong> Zero<br><br><strong>Age:</strong> Older than his meat suit looks.<br><br><strong>Race:</strong> Demon. He’s a bodiless creature in reality, a half-seen flicker of shadow and smoke.&nbsp; He exists in the City by wearing a ‘meat suit’ – by possessing unfortunate mortals.&nbsp; The brutal strength, unnatural speed and inhuman endurance Zero has is due to his possession of the human flesh, but eventually they break down, wear out, or just plain get boring. When that happens Zero moves on.&nbsp; He can release control over the body he's in, allowing the human mind to come forth but rarely does so. <sub>Note: I will not be possessing PCs without express permission from their player.</sub><br><br><strong>Appearance:</strong> <div class="floatright">(http://jerzygirl45.files.wordpress.com/2011/03/jason-momoa-29.jpg)</div>He’s got that animal magnetism going for him, a kind of dark handsomeness, and shiny white teeth when he smiles, wears leather and denim and knives and tattoos.&nbsp; His poor meat suit was a college boy, once, but after the fights and the tattoos, you can’t tell now.<br><br><strong>Sexual Preference:</strong> Anything that doesn’t run away fast enough.&nbsp; In other words, ommisexual.&nbsp; Really, anything, but animals are pretty boring – they don’t feel guilty.<br><br><strong>Former Gang:</strong> He’s run with the Brothers in the past (it’s a natural impulse) and done some dirty work for the Gravediggers because there’s some things even the diggers don’t want to get their hands dirty for.&nbsp; Zero’s mostly been a free agent, staying beneath the radar of the powerful, managing to mostly avoid becoming chum in a city full of sharks.&nbsp; It’s a tricky balance and maybe it’s time to hook up with someone else for awhile.<br><br><strong>Gang Position:</strong> Soldier, procurer and bookie.&nbsp; And a pimp.&nbsp; He’s done a little whoring himself, because sex for money is a great way to make someone else feel dirty and wrong.&nbsp; He’s never dealt in souls because that puts you right under the King of the Crossroads and he’s a scary, hard-ass bastard.<br><br><strong>Weapon of Choice:</strong> He likes up close and personal when someone breathes their last so he’s got a nasty set of knives, good for magic creatures and mortal alike.&nbsp; He can use a broadsword or a warhammer to crack heads but that’s only when there’s a riot – and he has a FNP90 for those days when he wants to turn someone into sauce.&nbsp; Possession - he can posses people and make them harm themselves or others.<br><br><strong>Additional Skills:</strong> Zero knows where it’s at – whether it’s an illegal shipment of magic arrowheads, or a whore for very particular … tastes, he can find a lead to get the goods.&nbsp; He’s worked as a bookie, taking bets on everything from horses to human ponies to whether this ‘end of the world’ really is or not (2012 is going to be a bust, in his opinion).&nbsp; He’s got a few ‘friends’ and fingers in a few pies and that gives him a bit of a heads-up when something important is going on or when something interesting is coming to the city.&nbsp; In the Fallen, he worked mostly as an extortionist and a fence, busting kneecaps and selling stolen dragon’s blood.&nbsp; He’s got a demon’s talent for negotiation and a good sense of when to play nice before turning nasty and knows how to run the numbers.&nbsp; He has a range of demonic talents; curse-mongering, a nose for someone wanting to sin (and figuring out the sin they’re looking for), the ability to inflict pain with a touch, and an unpleasant sensitivity to the truly pure, to sacred ground and to holy water.&nbsp; He can possess others, moving from body to body with a touch, though he prefers to stick with one favorite 'meat suit' at a time - his possession leaves the victim open to his influence, even after he's left their body - a back door, as it were.<br><br><strong>Personality:</strong> Zero isn’t a nice guy, but that’s what you get with a demon.&nbsp; He likes to push other people’s boundaries, make them cross lines they’d never imagined they could, then beg for more.&nbsp; In some ways, he’s easy going for a demon, never been high enough in the Pit to get too ambitious, happy enough to be in the City where he can run a little wild.&nbsp; He looks for the weak and the vulnerable, loves it when he can dirty up someone pure and sweet.&nbsp; Maybe that’s envy – it’s been a long time since he was clean.<br><br><strong>Bio:</strong> He managed to crawl out of the Pit a while back and that’s the most important thing he’s got going for him.&nbsp; Running with the Fallen was natural enough, and he didn’t make too many enemies there – but, demons … they’re never your friends.&nbsp; He had a little crew of his own, extorting chump change from the beastly freaks in animal town but that fell apart and he’s been on his own.<br><br><strong>Theme Song (optional):</strong> Warren Zevon:Mr. Bad Example (http://youtu.be/xfMg8xyLy7U)</div></div><div class="floatleft">(http://cdn.buzznet.com/media-cdn/jj1/headlines/2010/01/jason-momoa-conan-the-barbarian-role.jpg)</div>Zero isn't worried about his girl.&nbsp; In fact, until quite a short time ago, he hadn't been thinking of her at all - it isn't until he's actually gotten his hands on his new ride and thought about who he could show it off to that he does remember they are supposed to be stepping out tonight.&nbsp; Well, that's perfect.<br><br>He makes damn sure to get a spot in a secure garage though, Lilith's isn't the place to leave anything fine alone too long.&nbsp; That makes him hurry his steps a bit, as he looks for Charisma.&nbsp; She knows he'll put her over his knee right in the club if he catches her flirting but that doesn't always stop her.&nbsp; Sometimes it encourages her.&nbsp; <em>Little slut</em>, the thought is almost affectionate.<br><br>Zero isn't a connoisseur of booze and gets a cheap beer - he prefers to spend his energy choosing other perfect things and the sight of Charisma, all gold and white glory, is exactly what he likes to see.&nbsp; Coming up, he runs his fingers along the arch of one wing, ruffling the feathers to make her shiver.<br><br>Leaning down, he whispers in her ear.&nbsp; "You look good enough to eat, baby."<br><br>He means that in all kinds of ways, Zero is a demon and he gets his pleasure any way he likes.&nbsp; He gives her a kiss on the side of her neck that's a little toothy before sitting down next to her and stretching his legs out.&nbsp; "Got a new car today.&nbsp; White as your wings, and I can't wait to get the engine hot, spread you out on the hood and fuck you over it."<br><br>Charisma has a thing for cars.
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				Title: <strong>Re: One Crew to Rule it All - Lilith's Cave (Gang HQ)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>PeacethatPowerbrings</strong> on <strong>08-04-2012, 06:05:53</strong>
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				<div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size">Zed</span> (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=136429.msg6091731#msg6091731)</strong></div><div class="floatright">(http://fc09.deviantart.net/fs12/i/2006/299/7/6/Woodland_Fae__Color__by_kedralynn.jpg)</div><br>Zed reclined in her seat, an extremely colourful drink in her hand. Work was murder, well, sometimes, but tonight she was just out enjoying herself, not that she'd really ever turn down some work of the non-murder variety. She, along with many Fae, was a prostitute, though it was a fitting profession for her. She loved sex, and really couldn't get enough. It was almost too much to have to turn down those who couldn't, or wouldn't pay, but she'd made that sacrifice. Still, it was doing what she loved, and she could hardly complain. She was wearing a corset and thigh-high rainbow striped stockings. Her arm warmers were similarly coloured, and she had about six different piercings, two of which weren't showing, thanks to the corset. She had her lower lip pierced twice, once on either side, with small rings. Her brow on the left was pierced, as was her left ear. Being a Fae, she changed her piercings all the time. Pixies were very good at getting them in painlessly, and the holes had already healed, as though she'd had them for years. Indeed, when she took the out at the end of the night, the holes would disappear again.<br><br>She let her eyes passed over an angel, not particularly envious of her wings. She knew about the game some people liked to play, trying to get a feather. Her own wings were, thankfully, free of removable parts, though once or twice she'd heard of a Faerie having her wings torn off altogether, a though that made Zed cringe. Her corset was modified to allow her wing to move, but being of the rather small and quick moving variety, they didn't require all that much space. Still, she was somewhat disappointed when a man appeared, to meet the Angel. She turned her gaze elsewhere, looking for other interesting sights.<br><br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: One Crew to Rule it All - Lilith's Cave (Gang HQ)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheVariableX</strong> on <strong>08-04-2012, 06:11:38</strong>
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				The angel flinches when her wing is stroked, thinking she might lose another feather to the crude club goers.&nbsp; She brightens when she sees it is her man.&nbsp; This latest boyfriend is a bit more human than most of her recent ones, but that's just window dressing.&nbsp; Charisma shifts the position of her legs so Zero can sit close to her, while she still radiates her beauty across the dark room.&nbsp; <br><br>Charisma smiles and eats up his compliment.&nbsp; She arches her neck to let him feast on her.&nbsp; It would be almost impossible for a regular human to see in the dark, but small healed puncture marks dot her neck thanks to old boyfriend.&nbsp; Charisma twists her tiny waist and presses the front of her body up against Zero.&nbsp; She has to shift side to side a little to shift her wings from over the back of the couch.&nbsp; <br><br>Charisma bites her lip at his boldness.&nbsp; She could imagine the heat against the skin and her breasts, with Zero ploughing into her pink pussy while he pulls on her wings, despite being told not to time and time again.&nbsp; The idea sits well with her. &nbsp;"I hope it has plenty of wing room.&nbsp; It can be rough when things are too tight."&nbsp; She really does have a thing for cars.&nbsp; Charisma plants a soft kiss on the skin just beneath and to the side of Zero's lips.&nbsp; Her teeth brush the lip, but she isn't in a biting mood, yet.&nbsp; Charisma would rather see the car than listen to a bunch of statistics she barely comprehended, but right now she is comfortable too.&nbsp; &nbsp;<br><br>"I'm glad you finally showed up, I was getting lonely, though a pair of orcs did offer to keep me company." Charisma could be a bitch, and liked to remind her boyfriends she needed to be kept in her place, or she would indeed wander. &nbsp;"So, are any of your <em>gang </em>in here tonight?"&nbsp; Charisma thought she was so cool hanging out with bad dudes and their violent friends.&nbsp; She isn't a part of any gang right now, but tends to see herself as her current man's baggage. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: One Crew to Rule it All - Lilith's Cave (Gang HQ)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Metalzephyr</strong> on <strong>09-04-2012, 07:24:30</strong>
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				<div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Nick Voss</div><div class="spoiler_body"><strong>Name:</strong>&nbsp; Nick Voss<br><strong>Age: </strong>31<br><strong>Race:</strong>&nbsp; Satyr.<br><strong>Appearance:</strong> While some satyrs are short weedy gits, Nick is one of the larger breed. Standing at 6'6", he is appears largely to be a very muscular human male. The thick ribbed horns that curl from behind his temples, their dull tips curling away from his head, much like a Ram's. His face is otherwise that of a handsome man, but not strikingly so. Otherwise, the only thing that classifies him as a 'sub-human' are his legs, backward bent and with thick fur from the top of his thighs to several inches above his cloven hooves. A scowl usually darkens his features, which helps him cut a very physically intimidating figure. He often dresses much like a bouncer, or enforcer, but when he has the option, fine suits are by far his favourite thing to wear.<br><strong>Sexual Preference:</strong> Heterosexual. Dominant, and very physical. Also, Satyr, you can guess what his appetites are like.<br><strong>Former Gang:</strong> The Unleashed.<br><strong>Gang Position:</strong> Enforcer.<br><strong>Weapon of Choice:</strong> Brass knuckles / horns.<br><strong>Additional Skills:</strong> Businessman and planner. Very intelligent, but often underestimated because of his race and size.<br><strong>Personality:</strong> A very smart individual currently frustrated by the limitations others put on him. Generally very serious, but can find humour in terribly morbid or odd events. When he isn't stormy and broody, likely to be very dangerous, as things are going according to plan.<br><strong>Theme Song (optional):</strong> none yet<br></div></div><br>Sometimes it paid to be the biggest nastiest son of a bitch in the room.<br><br>From the way the bouncers had eyed him, his horns especially, he was pretty sure they didn't like letting him in. But tonight was a special night, normally he'd have just greased their palms in a properly subtle fashion, and not worry. But tonight, someone was looking for people to do "work". As the crowd generally attempted to part for the cloven hooved Satyr, Nick couldn't help but smile. Yeah, sometimes, being him didn't suck too hard.<br><br>As he walked up to the bar, he saw an orc bouncer from further back in the club shift uncomfortably at Nick's outfit. Normally, he loved a suit. Pin striped, tailored, and oh so sexy. But tonight, since he could, and since he was trying to market his physical talents anyways, he had decided to play it up. His black shirt was tight, and sleeveless. His arms were bared, thick and fairly hairy, knife, bullet, and other scars criss-crossed half of the skin. The shirt itself was unadorned, but the wide black jean-shorts he wore, that hung down to his backward bending knees, hiding only some of his furry legs, were adorned with chains and spikes aplenty. He had left his brass knuckles with the bouncer, and his pockets felt a little light without them, but he'd deal. Besides, the chains wrapped around his right forearm would be useful enough in a tight spot, and the lock binding them so the bouncers didn't flip their shit were useless and fragile little things anyways.<br><br><strong>"Delver Draft, pint."</strong> his speech was far more civilized and measured than his appearance, but his voice itself was deep and rough.&nbsp; He stood at a walk up area, too broad to fit on one of the stools, and took his drink there, tipping well enough that the bartender let him stay there. Drinking a long sip of the beer, he decided not to look around more than those also at the bar. There was gonna be a lot of tense, and mercenary type folks around tonight. If the big ram-horned guy was tense and suspiciously eyeing everyone else, well, tense and armed was a bad combination. Of course, he might just be pessimistic about that sorta thing, but he'd always found it was safer to prepare for the worst. Besides, he wasn't here to get laid, and if a potential employer didn't have the sack to approach him, then that wasn't the sort he wanted to work for.
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				Title: <strong>Re: One Crew to Rule it All - Lilith's Cave (Gang HQ)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ironwolf85</strong> on <strong>09-04-2012, 07:35:01</strong>
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				<div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Ayr Fairfang</div><div class="spoiler_body"><br><strong>Name:</strong> Ayr Fairfang<br><strong>Age:</strong> 173<br><br><strong>Race:</strong> Archon, Angel subspecies<br><br><strong>Appearance:</strong> (http://i1232.photobucket.com/albums/ff375/Zwraith/For%20RP/1165303958_half_jace_houndarchon.jpg)<br><br>http://i1232.photobucket.com/albums/ff375/Zwraith/For%20RP/1165303958_half_jace_houndarchon.jpg (http://i1232.photobucket.com/albums/ff375/Zwraith/For%20RP/1165303958_half_jace_houndarchon.jpg)<br><br>He has a thing for leather and military gear when not dressed up for somthing offical.<br><br><strong>Sexual Preference:</strong> Bisexual, humanoid only<br><br><strong>Former Gang:</strong> Light of Dawn<br><br><strong>Gang Position:</strong> Weapons-smith, Consilari, Pimp, Trainer.<br><br><strong>Weapon of Choice:</strong> preferring his custom designed Light Machine Gun named "Invictus" and uses a combat knife as a secondary, his ability as an arms master also means he can pickup and use most weapons with relitive ease.<br><strong>Additional Skills:</strong> <em>"A Lawyer with his briefcase can steal more in a single day than a hundred men with guns"</em><br>Due to his former gang affilation he knows both how to play the system like a harp. Ayr knows how to work over an officer, politican, or police chief, he knows what palms to grease, how much, and with what. He has a great mind for market control, and knowing where to hit to cause the most damage. like all Angelic subspecies he has a gift for magical healing, and while it is underdeveloped, it makes him a decent field medic. He also has great skill at forging blades, building and modifying firearms<br><br><strong>Personality:</strong> outwardly he presents a romantic philopher, someone with a casual approach to sexuality, who is friendly, and always the life of the party, but behind the image his mind is constantly turning, analyizing, assessing. He is terrifying to behold in a firefight a ruthlessness he revels in, once the guns start blazing his goal is to kill as many "enemies" as possable.<br>Dispite all this he has a soft spot for "civs" or civilans, and does not kill those few he sees as "innocent" those who have no place in the violent ruthless underworld of this city.<br><br><strong>Bio:</strong> Archons are known for being more "realistic" and methodical in their apporach to life, and Ayr is no exception, growing up on the mortal plane in a military family when the wars ended in a stalemate his father was livid, and took out that rage on Ayr. When the entire family structure "imploded" the Light of Dawn provided the family structure he needed, and he started in the high class "escort services" and from there moved up to running that perticular branch of service, it was illegal work, but it was work. His love of weapons and armor was a luxury his high class lifestyle and large paycheck afforded him. this came to a close when he observed a Light of Dawn member pushing psych-drugs to a group of teens.<br>He promptly beat the Janni in question to death with his sidearm, and Light of Dawn "management" just as promptly let him hang out to dry for it. In prision he hardened up, and learned how to minuplate the system, famiously stabbing a demonic inmate in the neck for a racial slur, and yet still managed to convince the board of corrections to release him early on good behavior.<br>he's out now, and having only skills that work as either a lawyer or in the underworld, he chose the more honest profession and joined a gang.<br><br><strong>Theme Song (optional):</strong> Europa-Globus<br>[/center]</div></div><br>"I see you" Ayr wispered to himself peering through the scope, not his speciality, but he wanted to ensure the place was sound, no traps, no explosives. sometimes he thought he was parinoid. But you always wanted to investigate, an ounce of information about the surroundings could save your life. there was movement, a dwarf, pudgy, looked like he'd hit the rotgut more than once talking with a demon possessed man in an alleyway.<br><br>it wasn't hard to figure out what they were talking about, nor that the man was possessed if you looked for the signs. "Angel Dust" a package of silver dust changed hands for money, if Dust was involved was always a matter of time until the shooting started, might as well start things off early.<br><br>Three crossbow bolts diffused the sutiation. Again this was not his speciality, the first went high, off center mass hitting the demon in the side of the skull instead of the heart, still leathal but far too showey. The dwarf made a run for it heading for the safety of the steet and crowd, taking a bolt through the leg put pad to that, another off target shot. The last bolt was planted on target, center mass, putting the dwarf out of everyone's misery. Ayr simply folded up the crossbow and dropped into his side bag, an extra dementional space, as if any good warrior would be caught without a side bag. Less varibles, less competation, two less dealers off the street, two stories ending as they always would have.<br><br>Shame about the demon's skull splattering across the hood of a beautiful white car. <br><br>He simply changed his outfit on the rooftop, and dropped four stories to the street, letting wings slow his fall like a parachute, dusted himself off, and headed across the street and downstairs.<br><br>Ayr emerged into the club dressed in his best white leather showing off his gold and black athletic body, knowing he needed to look impressive, strong, dispite the slightly effeminate build those muscles were built off. The wing harness built into the leather allowed for easy access for his wings and unencumbered flight, not that they were the wide cumbersome things that most angels had. the harness also held his mesh shirt in place. His strapped pants affixed with a black belt and iron cross buckle. The place was dingy, dirty, with a host of people, talking, drinking, and excusing themselves for a quick romp around the bedroom, a pair of orcs pestering a few elven women, a dwarf pair, male and female, snorting somthing obviously illegal off to the side.<br>he hated leaving his weapon bag with the bouncer, he always felt naked with out his bag of pointy, shooty, stabby, death dealing devices. The knife strapped to his inner thigh wouold have to do, girls might get felt up, on a guy it never crossed their minds.<br><br>Of course someone had to play "grab the feather" a beastial creature, Male kitsune in human form most likely, made his attempt. Ayr Fairfang grabbed his wrist "next time ask" lifting the kitsune off the ground pulling him close enough to wisper, holding him tenderly, seductively. Then before the creature could figure things out, pushing him back so he stumbled over a table and slammed into the floor at his co-hort's feet. They laughed, they joked, and picked him up. Ayr sat with them, and bought the next round of drinks for the table, he prefered vodka himself, starting to chat up a good looking neko, flattery, always begin with soft flattery.
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				Title: <strong>Re: One Crew to Rule it All - Lilith's Cave (Gang HQ)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>JuliettaRossi</strong> on <strong>09-04-2012, 08:34:30</strong>
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				<div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Jessamyne</div><div class="spoiler_body"><div class="floatright">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/9/9a/Tattooed.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Jessamyne<br><br><strong>Age:</strong> Old enough…<br><br><strong>Race:</strong> Elf<br><br><strong>Appearance:</strong> 5’5” Green eyes, dark brown hair. Slight build. A number of tattoos and piercings. Has an affinity for jeans, leather and surprisingly, soft fabrics – cottons, chenille, silk, and sheer chiffons. Call it her girly side…Also loves silver jewelry<br><br><strong>Sexual Preference:</strong> Guys mostly, but the occasional girl strikes her fancy every so often…<br><br><strong>Former Gang:</strong> The Striders, but has been independent for some time now. For hire…and constantly working. Someone always needed a dirty job done it seemed – yet didn’t want to get their own fingers dirty. She’s done work for The Gravediggers and The Unleashed as well – when the job was a bit more than any one of their own wanted nothing to do with it. <br><br><strong>Gang Position:</strong> Assassin, spy, thief (Acquisitions specialist). She never found a taste for selling her body. While she worked for The Striders, she was often a bodyguard and hired gun to keep the girls safe while they worked. During the days she was used as security for the clan’s buildings.<br><br><strong>Weapon of Choice:</strong> Knives seem to feel the best in her hands. An old blade she generally keeps sheathed at her thigh, but she also owns a set of extremely thin and very strong blades that were almost spikes. They are kept in a rolled holder that when needed, wraps around her left forearm. For far away work, a crossbow from the rooftops always worked well. She doesn’t care much for guns but owns a small sig sauer she generally keeps in a holster at the small of her back. <br><br><strong>Additional Skills:</strong> She’s quick, quiet and has that air of ‘leave me the hell alone.’ She doesn’t mean to…really. She also has the ability to manipulate certain elements – mostly water and fire working. <br><br><strong>Personality:</strong> She’s quiet and that seems to put her into the category of being a bitch. The way she watched people makes them feel scrutinized. She doesn’t trust easily, but that often helps her in her profession. She puts up a wall in most situations and seems hard to get to know, but really it’s simply a defensive measure she adopted long ago. It honestly wouldn’t take much to find a way to break down that wall…<br><br><strong>Bio:</strong> Her father died in the wars years ago. Her mother not long after, leaving her an orphan in a clan that didn’t care to bring up other’s children in lean times. She made her way through though and was mostly cared after by an elder. Once she reached those trying years she was a little too wild for anyone to care for. She became good at theft, sleight of hand and use of weapons. Women were not doing such things back then and her presence was sought after by those needing a woman to infiltrate certain situations. Luckily she was pretty enough to find her way into the presence of her targets - most who wanted nothing more than to get her clothes off… They often found their eagerness rewarded by the twist of a blade and a few more coins in her purse.</div></div><br><span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font">She watched them enter the nightclub – all of them so far. She wanted to know she wasn’t walking into a trap – or at least that he wouldn’t be the only one to do so. The group gathering for this was a mixed lot. Perched on her bike across the street, out of the way of traffic, under a broken street light which at this point only helped produce shadows, she watched them go in. Waiting about half an hour…she only went in after the drug deal turned sour for both parties involved, the shooter going in ahead of her.<br><br>Jessamyne may not have been big, but she was a tightly bound little package of trouble walking through that door. She didn’t make a sound, unlike the hulking bad-ass she watched come in ahead of her. Tight jeans, worn a bit in all the right places, nicely broken in – they were her favorite pair – a V-neck t-shirt that showed off a bit of inked skin at her stomach and a leather jacket pulled on over top of it. Black boots and silver jewelry – piercings at her ears, her navel and if one looked carefully, they could tell there were tiny barbells that would show, even through the lacy bra (a curious nod to femininity) she wore under the t-shirt. There were more piercings, but they were all concealed by clothing.<br><br>Long dark hair flowed over her shoulders, hiding the tips of her ears as she walked through the nightclub. There was a small sig sauer at the small of her back in a specially made holster. The guy in front of her made so much of an entrance she went practically unnoticed, which she had no problem with. Jessa slid onto a bar stool, the heel of one boot resting on the rung of the chair as she ordered up a Magners. The orc nodded and popped the cap off the bottle, sliding it to her with a grunted ‘Would you like a glass?’ She laughed slightly and shook her head, sliding money to him. “Nah…thanks.”<br><br>She turned on her seat, leaning back against the well-worn edge of the bar, leaning an elbow against it as she drank slowly from the bottle, one of the rings she wore clinking against the dark glass as she savored the taste of the cold liquid. Her eyes moved over the gathered crowd, a slight smirk to her lips. Work like this sure did bring out a varied crowd. She wondered what kind of job it would ultimately end up being. Not much could surprise her these days…<br></span></span>
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				Title: <strong>Re: One Crew to Rule it All - Lilith's Cave (Gang HQ)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>BitterSweet</strong> on <strong>09-04-2012, 16:49:31</strong>
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				Zero shrugged at her question about his crew, and ran a hand along Charisma's bare leg, fingers curling along her inner thigh and scratching lightly.&nbsp; She had such tender skin.<br><br>"Busy working," he said with a smirk that implied they were working for him.&nbsp; Which was not ... entirely untrue.&nbsp; Zero's new car was courtesy of a stolen lot he and a few others were moving through the city and off to Europe where they'd bring a nice price.&nbsp; He'd done his bit and taken his cut in the car - he'd sell it in a few weeks and probably make more than he would have if he'd been paid directly, he just had to wait for it to cool down and get a new VIN plate.<br><br>He just glanced over at Charisma's little tease.&nbsp; "If I catch you spreading your legs for someone else, when I haven't told you to, I'm gonna take my belt to that pretty ass of yours."&nbsp; He leaned forward and kissed her.&nbsp; "I like you too much to let you wander, baby."<br><br>Zero wasn't jealous, but he was possessive.&nbsp; Charisma was his until he didn't want he anymore.&nbsp; Though the idea of ... passing her around did have it's appeal.&nbsp; Especially if he could make money off it.&nbsp; He traced lines along Charisma's bare skin, spelling out PRETTY SLUT or COCK along her shin or the sensitive skin on her thigh.&nbsp; She shivered occasionally, ticklish, but he just gripped her harder with a gruff "Hold still."<br><br>Most of his attention was on the club.&nbsp; He'd gotten a date with his girl so he had some cover for whatever was going down tonight.&nbsp; The chum was gathering, that's for sure.&nbsp; Zero tensed, fingers flexing on Charisma's legs when he saw the Archon swagger in.&nbsp; He had long, old memories of the sort - tinpot dictators, all of them.&nbsp; He settled right down with a table of freakboys, so maybe he was a regular after all.&nbsp; He marked out the others sitting alone, watching the crowd but not dancing, not toking, not picking up a fuck.&nbsp; Probably here like he was, sniffing out a job.&nbsp; Nothing was happening yet, though and he turned his attention back to Charisma for a bit.<br><br>"Fetch me a drink," he told her, his smile friendly enough, but the request was more of an order.&nbsp; Charisma was high maintenance and wanted attention, Zero responded by making her fetch and carry.&nbsp; Sometimes she was a good girl about it and sometimes she was bad.&nbsp; Either way had its pleasures.
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				Title: <strong>Re: One Crew to Rule it All - Lilith's Cave (Gang HQ)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheVariableX</strong> on <strong>09-04-2012, 17:48:42</strong>
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				Charisma Fairchild<br><strong>Location</strong>: Bar<br><strong>Tags</strong>: Nick Voss, Jessamyne<br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Charisma Fairchild (Angel)</div><div class="spoiler_body"><div class="floatright">(http://www.krasa.by/assets/images/news/Escada_Desire_Me_13.jpg)<br><div align="center"><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>But... you know, with wings.</em></span></div> </div><strong>Name:</strong> Charisma Fairchild<br><br><strong>Age:</strong> 25<br><br><strong>Race:</strong> Angel<br><br><strong>Appearance:</strong>&nbsp; Charisma is gorgeous; a pure and flawless classical beauty.&nbsp; Her skin has the color of veinless white marble, being just a touch of grey and pink off true colorlessness.&nbsp; Her face is finely sculpted and even she is occasionally distracted by her own beauty, especially her extremely alluring eyes.&nbsp; Her hair is dyed a gentle brown from its natural lustrous blonde.&nbsp; Charisma's wings are large and formed of white feathers. <br><br><strong>Sexual Preference:</strong> Prefers strong alpha male bad boy types.&nbsp; She likes her men rough, almost violent, and sometimes more than one at a time.&nbsp; She will sleep with women when instructed, and might make out with another woman to attract a man, as if it would be needed.&nbsp; She is an exhibitionist.&nbsp; She is also working on being submissive sexually, but most of her recent boyfriends have just held her down and pounded her into submission, which isn't quite what she is dreaming of.<br><br><strong>Former Gang:</strong> No prior gang affiliation, though she will have been seen in many different gang hangouts, usually lounging against some thugs car or being pumped full of alcohol.<br><br><strong>Gang Position:</strong> Charisma's most potent gift is the ability to heal others with a laying of hands.&nbsp; She is employed as a nurse, finds work as a nude model for projects of artistic integrity.&nbsp; <br><br><strong>Weapon of Choice:</strong> Aside from her healing magic and a few night classes of self defense, she could probably spray and pray with a sub machine gun, but she isn't a fighter.<br><br><strong>Additional Skills:</strong> Healing touch, flight, knowledge of hospitals and modern medicine commensurate with her training as a nurse, Daddy's demon lawyer on speed dial.<br><br><strong>Personality:</strong> <em>I'm going to wait on this.&nbsp; </em>&nbsp; Kind hearted, aloof, attracted to self-destruction.<br><br><strong>Bio:</strong> Charisma was raised in a good home, and a religious one.&nbsp; Her rich parents sent her to a good college, but her innate ability to heal made her a bit lazy, and instead of graduating as a doctor to please her parents, she settled on becoming a nurse.&nbsp; Charisma enjoys her job, and enjoys healing people.&nbsp; She used to do a lot of charity work and was an upstanding if naive member of the angel community.&nbsp; She doesn't say what happened, but at some point Charisma developed a lusting for big cock and controlling men.&nbsp; She flew from one bad boyfriend to another, and most had various gang ties.&nbsp; Charisma has gone beyond flirting with bad boys from the wrong side of town and is now in a noticeable downward spiral.<br><br><strong>Theme Song (optional):</strong> To be decided<br><br><strong>Former Lovers: </strong> Nick Voss + many more<br></div></div><br>Charisma enjoys having a pair of possessive hands exploring her thigh, even if they aren't as meaty as an orcs.&nbsp; She gives a small flirtacious laugh as Zero lets her know he will belt her bottom if she strays on him.&nbsp; She isn't sure if he is serious.&nbsp; Some of her boyfriends didn't care, others had thrown punches.&nbsp; She couldn't read him yet, though she would have to try to goad him into a good spanking at some point.&nbsp; For now Charisma just opens one of her thighs a little bit wider, just as an additional tease.<br><br>Charisma isn't sure what words Zero is spelling out on her skin.&nbsp; A good nail can leave a decent pink drag mark in her flesh, and unfortunately for her Charisma bruises quite easily.&nbsp; Luckily her angelic body heals very fast, so a night of bruises is often gone by the next day.&nbsp; One thing Charisma is quite adamant with her boyfriends is no tattoos.&nbsp; She's dropped one boyfriend who marched her into a tattoo parlor expecting her to submit, though it had cost her a black eye.&nbsp; <br><br>When Zero orders Charisma to fetch him a drink she is irritated and titillated.&nbsp; She shouldn't be fetching drinks, she should be having men buy them for her.&nbsp; She sure as hell didn't pay for the vodka she had been sipping.&nbsp; It said something about their relationship and something about her that Charisma didn't argue.&nbsp; She gave Zero a look suggesting she felt this was beneath her, but that was the whole point.&nbsp; In Miss Fairchild's mind he is beneath her, and that's what makes it fun.&nbsp; <br><br>Charisma grabs her small silver-white clutch bag and stands.&nbsp; Standing the dress covers a little more of her leggy body, but it would only be considered acceptable in a club venue like this.&nbsp; Charisma moves gracefully on her high heels, but is forced to navigate the crowd carefully lest a sudden turn of hers smash her wings into a drink or a dancer.&nbsp; An angel doesn't move through a surging crowd easily, unless everyone is headed the same way.&nbsp; <br><br>At the bar Charisma avoided the stools as an additional impediment.&nbsp; She approaches the bar but sees an old boyfriend, <span class="bbc_u">Nick Voss</span>.&nbsp; The Satyr is noticeable with his prominent horns, and even in passing Charisma imagines hanging off them one more time.&nbsp; She had fucked around with him for a few weeks a man or two before Zero.&nbsp; Most of her partings weren't amicable, but at least this one hadn't caused her to miss a day of work while her injuries healed.&nbsp; Still, she turns and aims to arrive a few places down the bar.&nbsp; Her sudden turn buffets a passer by with her soft wings, but fortunately nothing is spilt on them.&nbsp; Charisma hates the way her wings stink of smoke after clubbing in dives like this.&nbsp; <br><br>Charisma ends up standing beside an elf seated at the bar.&nbsp; Charisma glances at <span class="bbc_u">Jessamyne</span>, but takes her for a whore.&nbsp; Pierced elves were usually on the game, in her experience anyway.
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				Title: <strong>Re: One Crew to Rule it All - Lilith's Cave (Gang HQ)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Metalzephyr</strong> on <strong>09-04-2012, 23:24:45</strong>
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				Tags: Charisma Fairchild<br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Nick Voss (Satyr)</div><div class="spoiler_body"><strong>Name:</strong>&nbsp; Nick Voss<br><strong>Age: </strong>31<br><strong>Race:</strong>&nbsp; Satyr.<br><strong>Appearance:</strong> While some satyrs are short weedy gits, Nick is one of the larger breed. Standing at 6'6", he is appears largely to be a very muscular human male. The thick ribbed horns that curl from behind his temples, their dull tips curling away from his head, much like a Ram's. His face is otherwise that of a handsome man, but not strikingly so. Otherwise, the only thing that classifies him as a 'sub-human' are his legs, backward bent and with thick fur from the top of his thighs to several inches above his cloven hooves. A scowl usually darkens his features, which helps him cut a very physically intimidating figure. He often dresses much like a bouncer, or enforcer, but when he has the option, fine suits are by far his favourite thing to wear.<br><strong>Sexual Preference:</strong> Heterosexual. Dominant, and very physical. Also, Satyr, you can guess what his appetites are like.<br><strong>Former Gang:</strong> The Unleashed.<br><strong>Gang Position:</strong> Enforcer.<br><strong>Weapon of Choice:</strong> Brass knuckles / horns.<br><strong>Additional Skills:</strong> Businessman and planner. Very intelligent, but often underestimated because of his race and size.<br><strong>Personality:</strong> A very smart individual currently frustrated by the limitations others put on him. Generally very serious, but can find humour in terribly morbid or odd events. When he isn't stormy and broody, likely to be very dangerous, as things are going according to plan.<br><strong>Theme Song (optional):</strong> Battery, by Metallica (see full character profile)<br></div></div><br><br>Nick was done his drink faster than he intended, and had to flag down the orc for another. The fresh drink hit his lips perfectly cold, and the massive beastman let out a grunt of contentment as he set the glass mug down again. A waif of an elf, whether it was a boy or girl was beyond Nick's powers of perception, squeezed in beside him to try to get their table drinks. Amused at how folks would rather inconvenience themselves than actually ask him to move, he remained where he was, taking a look down the bar at the scattered few drinkers there.<br><br>As he looked down the bar, he caught sight of a pair of familiar white wings, and his nostrils flared in surprise. Charisma was hard to miss, and harder to look away from. It had been months since he'd seen her, but he certainly remembered how it felt to have the woman squirming in his hands, her arms and fingers wrapped around his horns as they fucked like beasts. She was hard to forget allright. He snorted and looked down the other side of the bar, hoping she hadn't noticed him. It had been only two weeks, but she had left quite an impression. He didn't regret much, but treating her like he did near the end... well she hadn't exactly been a fuckin saint either. Didn't mean he was proud of himself. A snort earned him a scowl from the orc bartender, but Nick ignored it.<br><br>He began to wonder what she was doing here though. It was a while ago that they had been going out, but from what he could remember, she was only flirting with the gang life. If she was here though, maybe she'd decided to dive in. Or else she was here with a new guy. The idea didn't really bother him, but knowing her taste in partners, he wasn't expecting to get along with whoever she arrived with. Which, if she had, was probably the one more interested in the work. Well, the evening sure was looking <em>promising</em>. One ex, and likely one very aggressive asshole.<br><br>Nick decided to order a shot for good measure.
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				Title: <strong>Re: One Crew to Rule it All - Lilith's Cave (Gang HQ)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>summoner2183</strong> on <strong>10-04-2012, 00:08:21</strong>
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				<br><br><br><br>Rutilus entered the bar, intending to have a drink to quench his thirst and also to join in with this new faction with some modicum of eagerness. Why not, he had nowhere to go anyways and he heard this was the meeting ground for a fairly new faction that had been formed. Most of a mix of races and misfits, he supposed but he couldn't exactly comment on that. After all he had been kicked out of his own group, though he knew that it was for his own safety.<br><br>The Chief healer and her mate, the leader of his former group told him in uncertain terms that some of the gang members of the Unleashed were miffed that he did not discriminate as to who to heal when he were supposed to kill any rival gang members. They urged him to leave as fast as possible, though he heard that the 'officia' story that he was exiled because of his actions. Shaking his head at the event of the past, he made his way to the bar and ordered a drink from the orc there while he scanned the room for its patrons.<br><br>It was indeed a motley group, an angel, a faerie... and elf and a few mixed members from many members. He also noticed that there was a satyr at the bar a few seats away. This looks to be quite a motley crew, and he was looking forward to contributing to the group as a whole. Maybe he will be more appreciated here than with his old gang, whom he was eager in paying back for their role in his supposed exile.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: One Crew to Rule it All - Lilith's Cave (Gang HQ)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vergil1989</strong> on <strong>10-04-2012, 03:41:06</strong>
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				<div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body"><strong>Name:</strong>&nbsp; Demona, The Pleasure Fiend<br><br><strong>Age:</strong>&nbsp; 6000 years old<br><br><strong>Race:</strong>&nbsp; Full fledged, fully formed succubus.&nbsp; (Details to follow.&nbsp; Hint, think Constantine.)<br><br><strong>Appearance:</strong>&nbsp; <div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body">(http://images.wikia.com/iostyss/images/e/e4/Leto~.jpg)</div></div><br><strong>Sexual Preference:</strong> Bisexual<br><br><strong>Former Gang:</strong>&nbsp; The Maidenhood<br><br><strong>Gang Position:</strong>&nbsp; The Ambassador/the Drug Alchemist.&nbsp; Her advanced age has allowed her to learn much about modern drugs and her powers as a succubus allow her to work nearly anyone over into seeing things her way.&nbsp; Nearly anyone....<br><br><strong>Weapon of Choice:</strong>&nbsp; Her body alone is all the weapon she needs.&nbsp; Even so, she has a rather wicked fetish for whips and chains and the skill to employ them with deadly efficiency should she ever need to.&nbsp; Normally she uses such weapons during her 'playtime', but regardless she also has two jeweled daggers on her slender hips, loving to see the life leave her prey's eyes when she's right in their faces.<br><br><strong>Additional Skills:</strong>&nbsp; <em>You'd be surprised how much a skilled hooker can learn from clients while in the throes of passion.&nbsp; So it should come as no surprise how much I learn to use to my advantage in just one night.</em><br>Demona, also known as the Pleasure Fiend, is one of the few true succubi that haven't had to force their way into a human host to work her particular brand of hellish magic as so many other demons have before her.&nbsp; There's a reason for that but for now, know that she can shape shift to any female or near female form she wishes, can employ a variety of drugs for various effects for the pleasure of her clients who she 'negotiates' with for the Maidenhood, and has power over pheromones from both men and women alike, regardless of sexual experience or lack there of.&nbsp; Her fangs in her upper lip and the stinger in her whip like tail also holds a potent aphrodisiac venom that in men forces the production of semen to almost unbearable levels with just one painless sting/bite which is a conduit for her soul stealing power which in turn feeds her hunger for soul energy when they climax in or on her.&nbsp; She can feed from women as well but it requires more and closer contact to have an equal effect.&nbsp; She doesn't mind though.<br><br><strong>Personality:</strong>&nbsp; Demona is the ultimate negotiator, or so many have said.&nbsp; She is utterly charming, alluring, sexually driven, and isn't afraid to speak what is on her mind.&nbsp; She is a demon and has the wisdom and cunning of her species with countless years of experience to fall back on.&nbsp; Few have ever said no to her repeatedly, if at all, and the few that do she finds only the utmost respect as long as they show her the same thing in kind.&nbsp; Intelligent and a very, VERY hands on person, Demona is a force of nature in the underground gang wars that keep the gears of Middle City turning.&nbsp; She's also the grease in many plans that tend to fall through the cracks when opponents try to outwit her or overpower her, only to end up bound in chains and beaten, tortured, and punished in every imaginable way she can think of before having the life sucked out of them one painful/pleasurable climax at a time.<br><br><strong>Bio:</strong>&nbsp; Demona was one of the few demons that Constantine, the legendary demon hunter and exorcist had not been able to find or defeat before she had clawed her way out of a human host, making herself physically manifest when she had finally succeeded where others had failed or had been stopped soon after they had.&nbsp; When the start of the end of the world had been thwarted by the man's efforts, she had kept herself as far from him as she could because she was enjoying her time on Earth too much to risk such a confrontation.&nbsp; All that aside, she originally joined the Maidenhood at its founding, and while she could have worked her way to the top, she preferred to be out on the streets, peddling the newest drugs she had created herself, as well as 'negotiating' favorable deals for her sisters in arms with every exotic being she ran into.&nbsp; All that changed when she found someone she couldn't manipulate, the new leader of the Maidenhood after the old one left.&nbsp; She was totally ruthless and uncaring for any of the demon's advances or her ideas, preferring to regulate the succubus's actions to simply fucking everyone the woman wanted her to, pumping them for information as she did.&nbsp; It wasn't that which bothered her because Demona would be the first to admit she was a whore of Hell and she loved every second of sex she could get with any being, regardless of what they were or what their preferences were, (for the most part.)&nbsp; It was the simple fact she'd been discarded like so much trash that got under Demona's supple and soft flesh which was just as malleable as clay.&nbsp; So, one day she decided she had had enough, packed up her lab of goodies, and left it all behind for greener pastures, to put it one way.<br><br><strong>Theme Song (optional):</strong> </div></div><br>((Awesome posts so far I say.))<br><br>Demona, despite being a demon from Hell in the literal sense of the word, happened to love Earth and all of its spoils.&nbsp; All the booze, all the drugs, all the sex and the variants there of she could possibly imagine.&nbsp; Of course then there was the wonderful music, movies, literature, and all those wonderful people of all races she got a chance to meet and greet and fuck senseless when the mood struck her.&nbsp; It wasn't often that it didn't, but that was another thought for another time.&nbsp; She grinned, looking herself over in the mirror above the dashboard.&nbsp; Her current form was a work of art in her opinion, but on the other hand ALL of her forms were works of art, every detail tended to and sculpted until she was a living goddess in seemingly mortal form.&nbsp; She chuckled as she pushed her ample breasts up in her leather corset and matching black dress before mentally fixing a few stray hairs subconsciously which currently was midnight black in color and hung down her hourglass figure in a dark waterfall of ebony.&nbsp; She kept her demonic form hidden most of the time, but she didn't keep it a secret to those that asked what she was.&nbsp; Everyone that got near her immediately sensed her otherworldly power which was akin to being stroked in one's most private of parts until arousal kicked in.&nbsp; One's willpower to resist was the only true defense against her, and even then it wasn't a guarantee they could outlast her forever as she licked her full blood red lips and winked one sea green eye at her reflection before climbing out of her very beautiful car which she had parked in the same secure garage that another had pulled into earlier that night.<br><br>Wearing knee high fuck-me boots that were reminiscent of a bondage mistress's favored shoe style, Demona swayed her sensual figure from side to side like a snake as she walked into the club, immediately turning every head towards her as she walked.&nbsp; She loved all the attention her unholy power brought with it, but she didn't look at any of them.&nbsp; She had been invited like most everyone else had been.&nbsp; She knew this place wasn't owned by anyone last time she had checked, but it still intrigued the drug alchemist and ambassador to no end who had formerly worked for the Maidenhood until their current management had managed to do the impossible.&nbsp; She had pushed the demon woman away, a feat in itself the first time alone, repeatedly since for some reason the bitch in question hadn't liked Demona at all and had restricted her movements in the city to a simple whore where she had been made to pump clients for information to be used against them later.&nbsp; They never caught on, and the sex was normally good, but it was the fact that she had been pushed away and all but ignored for all that time that had finally made her decide to leave her sisters in arms.&nbsp; Even for her, a demon from Hell, leaving them all had been hard since she had made some strong friendships back at the hideout, but it was best for everyone she moved on before she ended up doing something she would regret later.&nbsp; Just because she was a demon didn't mean she couldn't care about people, it just took time for her to build such friendships was all.<br><br>All that aside, Demona sighed heavily and found her way to the bar, her good mood killed as she thought of the past.&nbsp; She waved the bartender over and spoke for the first time since walking in.&nbsp; "Jack Daniels on the rocks, hold the cum."&nbsp; The response was quick and without thought as the man chuckled, a bit embarrassed and not to mention flustered at such a response but he got the very beautiful woman's order after he was done with a few others first.&nbsp; Letting her gaze sweep across the room, Demona's eyes did focus on Charisma and Zero briefly before moving on, not seeing too many people she recognized from here as she turned and grabbed her drink a moment later.&nbsp; She savored the taste as it burned down her throat, warming her insides pleasantly as the ice cubes that were in the drink clinked and clacked together against the glass and her perfectly white and straight teeth.&nbsp; She moaned softly and felt her good mood returning, a black briefcase appearing by her feet which was full of her goodies.&nbsp; Pill bottles, syringes of different colored liquids, even a few ol fashion rags and liquid filled bottles which were intended to be inhaled rather than drank directly, although she had a few of such items as well in her enchanted briefcase that was an extra dimensional space pack, capable of holding far more than it appeared capable of.&nbsp; Wondering who might approach her first, she did turn down a couple of advances by the same orcs that had been pestering Charisma earlier that night, turning in her bar stool to look at the crowd as she continued to savor her glass of Jack.
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				Title: <strong>Re: One Crew to Rule it All - Lilith's Cave (Gang HQ)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Pink Professional</strong> on <strong>10-04-2012, 18:10:29</strong>
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				Tags: Vergil1989 'Demona'<br><br><em>Freedom</em><br><br>An overtly undervalued commodity: One that Jack Mason would never again undervalue. Even now, the Lycanthrope barely understood his new found freedom. Yesterday, he had been stuck in a featureless grey, windowless cell. With only books for company: The same cell he had not left in just over 10 years. Today, he was free. Apparently, someone had managed to coerce the prison owners into releasing the man responsible for the legend of the Fallen fang. The stories were fanciful, but he had never undercut them, or stopped their spread. He was meant to have been painted as an example to those who opposed the Brother's Fallen. Instead, he had, according to wildly exaggerated rumours, slaughtered 12 of it's best Lieutenants, an entire hit squad, and bedded 14 members of the Maidenhood. All whilst drunk. The truth was ever so slightly less glamorous...He had only killed two of the Lieutenants, the hit squad was non existent, and the Maidenhood had only sent 4 members to distract him. As for his drunken state: It was a damn good night.<br><br>Jack stood outside the club, sniffing the air like the dog he quite literally was. It smelt of a lot of things; Beer, piss, more beer, Women: God he'd missed women. It'd been far too long since he'd had a good screw, he almost felt celibate. If he had more time, he'd have gone to visit the Maidenhood, maybe that would be a good way to announce his return: By screwing a brothel out of business. Unfortunately, business had called him to the Cave. He needed to know the face of the person he owed thanks too. He didn't like it, but he owed someone a hell of a debt. It was better if he repaid it.<br><br>Jack moved to the bouncers. The attire felt odd on him, especially after so long wearing prisoner's orange. He wore a long pair of Jeans, seemingly cheap but surprisingly comfortable and a fairly loose black shirt that served the purpose of not clinging to his body. Most people liked to show off the fact they were physically stronger: Jack preferred to play down his appearance. So far, he hadn't been jumped by a small army of Brother's goons, So that was a good sign. He handed the bouncer a handscrawled note, given to him by the wardens that had, until recently, held him under lock and key. The orc simply nodded, letting him pass. As of yet, the Orc was either dimwitted enough or simply ignorant enough not to recognise his name. If he was lucky, the club would be the same.<br><br>When he walked into the club, The scents he had only hinted at slammed against him like a truck. The scents of women was the first to hit, one even smelt like Palm 43: A very old perfume that had brought back memories of one of the best screws of his life, another smelt like a female wolf's hormones, something that sent his inner beast into a frenzy. The scent came from the bar, which only left Jack with a smile on his face. It seemed he had a destination. Slowly, he walked over to the bar, looking around at the many different sights. Things like humans and elves, all seemingly armed to the teeth with swords and guns. He spotted an angel at the bar who made his imagination dance and brood, yet the smell didn't come from her. The smells were elsewhere.<br><br>"Jack Daniels on the rocks, hold the cum." Jack's ears seemingly pricked up as he turned to see something dazzling. It was a woman! He would have settled for a mediocre screw after 10 years of forced celibacy, but instead, he saw what was easily describable as a goddess. Long dark hair, a curvy, delightful body and an ass that seemed to scream 'spank me.' Jack moved to stand next to her, getting the Barkeepers attention and ordering an Orange Screwdriver. The man seemed to nod gruffly and move to work, finishing his and 3 other orders. He opened his mouth to speak, then paused, his head throbbing as his wilder side begged to come out, trying to force it's way to the fore. It's desire for the woman was palpable. He could practically taste it. When his drink arrived, he downed half of it in one gulp. <br><br>"Mother of god. I've missed this shit after ten years." Jack shook his head, as if trying to shake the alcohol into his body. He downed the other half of the concoction, slamming it against the bar. The wolf snorted the air, inhaling the intoxicating scents of the club, and especially the woman next to him. "Don't suppose I can get your name ?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: One Crew to Rule it All - Lilith's Cave (Gang HQ)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Revenent</strong> on <strong>10-04-2012, 19:32:09</strong>
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				<strong>Tagged:</strong> Zed, Ayr, Jessamyne<br><br>On the other side of the bar in Lilith's Cave, there was a staircase leading up to the smaller VIP area, which just consisted of three extra large semi-circular booths, and an extra dance floor that would be opened up for everyone on especially busy nights. On the back wall above one of the booths, eight or ten feet above the upper deck, there was a large, rectangular window, tinted so deeply that all one could see looking at it was the club's own lights reflected back at them. Behind that window stood a man, wearing a black silk suit over a red shirt that was only buttoned halfway up, along with a dwarf-forged golden watch and some cheap sunglasses he had probably picked up at a convenience store to hide his face on the way here. Although "man" probably wasn't the best word: angel, demon, devil were all a bit closer, even he had trouble picking one he preferred.<br><br>Marchosias had been watching the lowlifes pour in for half an hour now. He could instantly tell which ones were unaffiliated (i.e. undesirable) criminals looking for work by the way they eyed his bar: doubtful, suspicious, yet curious and eager to see what kind of money and fun their black hearts would lead them to. He almost felt embarrassed that he had to turn to these kinds of people to build himself back up again, but really, he had been kicked out of two criminal groups now, so he was no better than they were. He would just have to hope that the reasons they were unaffiliated didn't have to do with them being incompetent, or just weak.<br><br>Of course, being an information dealer in the past, there were a few he already knew of quite well, even if they had never heard of him before. In particular, at the moment, he was interested in three assassin types he had spotted coming in; while their numbers were still low, their work would be invaluable early on in the game. There was a pretty Fae sitting alone, one who would look rather innocent to untrained eyes, especially in those rainbow stockings, but trained eyes knew better; a cute Archon who had gotten in a playful encounter with some mortal sub-humans, and was now enjoying a drink with them; and a lovely elf at the bar, who looked like a work of art with her skin inked in some places and studded with silver in others, the barbells under her bra visible to Marc even from this distance. Whether he would take them all into his new operation, or none of them, would be decided after he had a chat with them.<br><br>Turning back on his office, Marc strode out and met with a male kitsune, a tough-looking one for his short and lean stature, who dressed in a red bandana, a wife beater shirt, and some loose jeans that hung down past his bushy tail. As Marc made his way down the stairwell leading from his office to the VIP deck, he told the young beastman lieutenant the three he wanted brought up, then took a seat in the booth at the back. The kitsune narrowed his eyes as he went down the stairs onto the main floor of the club, shooting a glance and a nod at the black orc bartender, whose only acknowledgement was to look away and get back to serving drinks.<br><br>Zed, Ayr, and Jessamyne in turn would find their shoulders being tapped by the frustrated lieutenant, who would only jab his them up toward the VIP deck to tell them where to go before moving on to the next one. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: One Crew to Rule it All - Lilith's Cave (Gang HQ)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>PeacethatPowerbrings</strong> on <strong>10-04-2012, 19:53:41</strong>
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				<strong>Name:</strong> Zed<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Marc<br><br>At the tap on her shoulder Zed's hand went to the little bag that adorned her waist. It hung at her hip, set slightly back, not quite visible from the front, not particularly important if looked at. It looked, really, like an accessory, a purse. Of course, with Faeries you really never could tell, because inside it were three glocks, her Five-Seven and a P90, and a half dozen of her pixies. Needless to say, the little bag was bigger on the inside.<br><br>She was used to being approached, but not so much by a tap on the shoulder. Usually by a drunk, or a client, which usually fell on either side of the tap on the shoulder, groping, or awkward flirting, either of which she wouldn't responded to much more comfortably.<br><br>She saw where she was to go, and shifted upright, as though she was about to stand, but her feet never touched the floor. Her wings sprung into motion, and she glided up toward the VIP deck.<br><br>She drifted over into the VIP area, looking around suspiciously. Seeing the...person, sitting at the back booth, she made her way over, bare feet not touching the floor before she sat down in her seat. Sitting, especially in the booth, her somewhat diminutive stature was more obvious. She didn't mind, though it generally gave people a better vantage point to look down at her quite effectively presented breasts, the corset not really needing to force them into position, given her quite magical body.<br><br>"I'm Zed," she said, smiling. She had no idea how to approach the situation. Getting called up wasn't particularly normal for her. She also didn't know him, which meant she had no idea how to act, if he wanted her more personal services. After all, she could go straight from innocent girl needing a lesson, to queen bitch dominatrix in a thin minute. On the other hand, if he wanted her, still personal, but less, pleasant, services, she was expecting to hear a short story about someone who would be needing a closed casket.
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				Title: <strong>Re: One Crew to Rule it All - Lilith's Cave (Gang HQ)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ironwolf85</strong> on <strong>10-04-2012, 20:25:48</strong>
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				<div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Ayr Fairfang</div><div class="spoiler_body"><br><strong>Name:</strong> Ayr Fairfang<br><strong>Age:</strong> 173<br><br><strong>Race:</strong> Archon, Angel subspecies<br><br><strong>Appearance:</strong> (http://i1232.photobucket.com/albums/ff375/Zwraith/For%20RP/1165303958_half_jace_houndarchon.jpg)<br><br>http://i1232.photobucket.com/albums/ff375/Zwraith/For%20RP/1165303958_half_jace_houndarchon.jpg (http://i1232.photobucket.com/albums/ff375/Zwraith/For%20RP/1165303958_half_jace_houndarchon.jpg)<br><br>He has a thing for leather and military gear when not dressed up for somthing offical.<br><br><strong>Sexual Preference:</strong> Bisexual, humanoid only<br><br><strong>Former Gang:</strong> Light of Dawn<br><br><strong>Gang Position:</strong> Weapons-smith, Consilari, Pimp, Trainer.<br><br><strong>Weapon of Choice:</strong> preferring his custom designed Light Machine Gun named "Invictus" and uses a combat knife as a secondary, his ability as an arms master also means he can pickup and use most weapons with relitive ease.<br><strong>Additional Skills:</strong> <em>"A Lawyer with his briefcase can steal more in a single day than a hundred men with guns"</em><br>Due to his former gang affilation he knows both how to play the system like a harp. Ayr knows how to work over an officer, politican, or police chief, he knows what palms to grease, how much, and with what. He has a great mind for market control, and knowing where to hit to cause the most damage. like all Angelic subspecies he has a gift for magical healing, and while it is underdeveloped, it makes him a decent field medic. He also has great skill at forging blades, building and modifying firearms<br><br><strong>Personality:</strong> outwardly he presents a romantic philopher, someone with a casual approach to sexuality, who is friendly, and always the life of the party, but behind the image his mind is constantly turning, analyizing, assessing. He is terrifying to behold in a firefight a ruthlessness he revels in, once the guns start blazing his goal is to kill as many "enemies" as possable.<br>Dispite all this he has a soft spot for "civs" or civilans, and does not kill those few he sees as "innocent" those who have no place in the violent ruthless underworld of this city.<br><br><strong>Bio:</strong> Archons are known for being more "realistic" and methodical in their apporach to life, and Ayr is no exception, growing up on the mortal plane in a military family when the wars ended in a stalemate his father was livid, and took out that rage on Ayr. When the entire family structure "imploded" the Light of Dawn provided the family structure he needed, and he started in the high class "escort services" and from there moved up to running that perticular branch of service, it was illegal work, but it was work. His love of weapons and armor was a luxury his high class lifestyle and large paycheck afforded him. this came to a close when he observed a Light of Dawn member pushing psych-drugs to a group of teens.<br>He promptly beat the Janni in question to death with his sidearm, and Light of Dawn "management" just as promptly let him hang out to dry for it. In prision he hardened up, and learned how to minuplate the system, famiously stabbing a demonic inmate in the neck for a racial slur, and yet still managed to convince the board of corrections to release him early on good behavior.<br>he's out now, and having only skills that work as either a lawyer or in the underworld, he chose the more honest profession and joined a gang.<br><br><strong>Theme Song (optional):</strong> Europa-Globus<br>[/center]</div></div><br>Tag: zed, marc<br><br>the group of kits and nekos got up and left before he could finish charming the lovely woman out of her panties and into a private room. The flower of womenhood denied him this time, and just as his hand had snuck into her lap. The succubus obcious to those who knew what to look for, only helped to speed up the process of seduction and romance. he placed his chin in his hand as she walked away, watching the neko woman's behind the entire way, his other hand clutching the slightly obvious sausage growing between his legs at the thought of sliding inside her, his hands on her breasts, making passionate love untill she passed out from the bliss. "whoa boy" he wispered to himself "we're here on bussness, pleasure comes later" dispite it's throbbing insistance, it was ignored. His eyes drifted to the succubus, as many eyes did, examining her ample assets, and drifting from her face down to her legs.<br>That made him blush, they'd bought the same style of leather fuck me boots, his were white leather and hidden under his slackened strapped (though quickly tightening) pants. he was dreaming about showing her how they did it in heaven. Angels and archons weren't celibate by any means, they just did it behind closed doors and the sex had a diffrent tone, less whips and ballgags, more lace and touching, incessent touching it was...<br><br>"excuse me sir?" and a tap o n the sholder<br>Ayr nearly jumped out of his feathers and fur his muscles tightning up on reflex. "yes?""you are wanted in the VIP lounge"<br>"Finally!" he sprang out of his seat downing his drink and handing him the glass with a few gold coins at the bottem. "get yourself some better equipment, that handgun is a shoddy model" he pointed to the escort's side "tends to jam."
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				Title: <strong>Re: One Crew to Rule it All - Lilith's Cave (Gang HQ)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vergil1989</strong> on <strong>10-04-2012, 20:57:10</strong>
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				<strong>Name;</strong>&nbsp; Demona, succubus<br><strong>Location;</strong>&nbsp; Lilith's Cave bar<br><strong>Tagged;</strong>&nbsp; Jack Mason, werewolf.<br><br>Even if she had been stoned, drunk, and buzzed from sex out of her mind, Demona wouldn't have been able to ignore the attention of the werewolf that soon sat beside her.&nbsp; She could feel his arousal and lust for her more so than anyone else nearby, and the succubus just chuckled as she finished her Jack Daniels and putting the empty glass on the bar behind her.&nbsp; She let her eyes sweep over the man, and recognized him as a favorite among the Maidenhood sisters.&nbsp; She hadn't touched Jack but she had heard the stories, same as everyone else, and while she didn't believe half of what the rumors said, she was more open minded about it all on the other hand.&nbsp; Giving Jack a rather lewd wink, the succubus in human disguise grinned as she held out her right hand to the lycan beside her before introducing herself.&nbsp; "Name's Demona, handsome Jack.&nbsp; Oh I know you alright.&nbsp; I used to be Maidenhood until a couple days ago.&nbsp; That's behind me now, and no before you ask I didn't have the pleasure of getting into your pants, but from what I hear of your last free night before you were arrested it was one hell of a night that I was unfortunately unable to attend.&nbsp; And again before you ask what I am, I'm a full fledged succubus.&nbsp; I'm sure the rest can answer itself from there."&nbsp; She purred, regardless of whether or not he shook her hand after her little rant on his behalf.&nbsp; She licked her lips and let him smell her budding arousal, curious to see where this night went.&nbsp; She'd have jumped him then and there if she wasn't afraid of missing a chance to talk to the guy or gal that had brought all of them together, and so kept her normal instincts to seduce him into submission at bay....for the moment.<br><br>"So, I'm guessing you're here for the same reason the rest of us are.&nbsp; You're curious to see who's pulling everyone's strings, gathering us together for something big.&nbsp; I've been on this world as a full demon and not someone possessing a human suit for the better part of twelve years, and before that I've been on and off this plane of existence for almost 6000.&nbsp; All this business has me quite intrigued, let's just say that.&nbsp; And if I had to guess further about you Jack, you've been granted an early release for 'good behavior', which is code for those that know your parole board was bribed every which way.&nbsp; Tell me if I'm getting warm here."&nbsp; She teased, her cunning and intellect filling in the gaps with what she had heard and seen for herself over the countless years she'd been around.&nbsp; Age brought untold wisdom and experience to fall back on, and Demona had plenty of all of the above to make her a threat to anyone that wasn't a friend or at least an ally.&nbsp; Jack and anyone else would be wise to heed such subtle hints, but she'd play as she needed and fight when it was called for.&nbsp; For now she was curious to see what Jack had to say as she let slip her human disguise, revealing her demonic form in all of its supernatural glory for the briefest of moments before her human shape returned.&nbsp; If he thought she was a goddess before, she wondered what he'd say after getting a glimpse of what she truly was.&nbsp; Pornstar on beauty steroids had been said of her once before, but that was a rather crass and even idiotic way of describing the succubus's true shape.&nbsp; She shrugged and let it go from her mind for now.
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				Title: <strong>Re: One Crew to Rule it All - Lilith's Cave (Gang HQ)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Revenent</strong> on <strong>10-04-2012, 21:16:34</strong>
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				<strong>Name:</strong> Marchosias<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Zed, Ayr<br><br>Leaning back against the booth, Marc had a smile on his face as he watched the pretty fairy arrive first gliding up to the VIP deck and settling gracefully into her seat like she had been rehearsing her arrival all day. Their grace was always his favorite thing about fairies. Even when they were getting shot, they never seemed to miss a step or show any sign that things weren't go exactly as they expected them too. "What's the matter, are my floors too dirty for you?" he joked as she landed a couple seats over, smiling like a friend who was looking to have a good time, rather than a stranger looking to pay her for sex or murder. Of course, he believed he could always get the former from her for free, if he wanted it.<br><br>"It's a pleasure to meet you, Zed," he stated softly, stroking the back of her hand with his thumb as he shook it, his sunglasses hiding his eyes as they dipped down to admired her perfectly presented breasts. If he had been looking for a whore, he would have already been convinced to hire her by now, but as it was, he was more interested in the other skills he knew she possessed.<br><br>Now it was time to get into the heart of matters, or at least a layer of skin deeper. "Why don't you start by telling me a bit about what you can do? What makes you useful?" he questioned vaguely, letting go of her hand to lean back against his seat once more. He wanted to make sure he wasn't hiring a rookie, here.<br><br>Back down on the main floor, the kitsune escort scowled at Ayr as the archon made a quip about his sidearm and snatched the glass with the gold coins away from him. "I can afford whatever gun I want," he snapped, even as he took the coins and slipped them into the pockets of his jeans. "Just because I work here doesn't mean I don't have as much money as one of you angels..."
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				Title: <strong>Re: One Crew to Rule it All - Lilith's Cave (Gang HQ)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Metalzephyr</strong> on <strong>10-04-2012, 21:26:34</strong>
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				<strong>Name:</strong> Nick Voss<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Jack Mason, Rutilus, Zed, Demona, Bartender<br><br>As time wore on, the slummy little dive certainly got... colourful.<br><br>Rutilus, the centaur. Nick remembered that one, some talented member of 'the clan' that ran the Unleashed. His exile had been a rather public affair, and one anyone involved with the gang knew about. As just an enforcer and frequent eye candy at gang gatherings, Nick guessed Rutilus might recognize him, even if he couldn't he sure from where. Their departures from the gang had been similarly timed, and similarly friendly, each in their own way. But Nick has his drink, and reminders of the 'good old days' weren't fondly looked upon by the horned beastman.<br><br>The woman who entered after, with boots that screamed for attention, with a figure and walk that screamed sex in big neon letters, certainly got Nick's attention. Her drink order certainly amused him as well, but a nearly unbelievable sight stole the satyr's attention away.<br><br>Jack <em>fuckin</em> Mason.<br>Nick stared, nearly unable to believe it. He was different, leaner he thought, but a decade in prison would do that to anyone, even the infamous werewolf. He could remember when he was still a young gun, when the moonlover had turned against the Brothers, and fallen himself. Hell, he'd gotten the Maidenhood and Brothers Fallen to actually <em>team up</em> to take him down, and if the stories were even half true, fucked or killed almost every player who got directly involved with taking him out. The man was a walking legend, but the kind that made Nick suddenly take his host <strong>a lot</strong> more seriously, rather than inspiring any awe. Jack almost bee-lined for the dangerous looking woman, and Nick could only hear some of what they said, and with a dark chuckle to himself, realized the poor guy probably hadn't had more than his hand for comfort in ten years.<br><br>As distracting as some of the club's 'guests' were, Nick didn't miss the short and lean kitsune gangbanger type that was sending a few folks upstairs. He also didn't miss the elegant faerie as she floated her way over, her rainbow stockings keeping Nick's eyes on her for as long as he could, finding himself dealing with a little shiver up his spine in her absence. The other two sent up were also fairly impressive, looking like the kind of quick little bastards he <em>hated</em> in a fight. Both of them pretty, but he knew better than to think of either as anything other than a deadly little package that just happened to have a pretty bow.<br><br>Turning away from the club again, the stayr leaned on the bartop, it creaking in protest under him. He flagged down the bartender, already well tipped, and ordered another drink. <strong>"Another whiskey. And hey... whats the deal with tonight? What kind of player is running this little show?"</strong> Nick knew better than to ask a question without a reward, and slid an extra bill to the orc with the drink's payment.<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: One Crew to Rule it All - Lilith's Cave (Gang HQ)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Pink Professional</strong> on <strong>10-04-2012, 22:04:44</strong>
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				Name: Jack 'Fuckin' Mason<br>Tags: Demona, Nick Voss<br><br>As Demona revealed herself, only metaphorically at first, Jack couldn't help but laugh. Loudly at first, but quickly quieting. Meeting a succubus so quickly? Just hearing her name had almost convinced him to bend her over the bar then and there. Or maybe that was just a dominance thing. If her revelation didn't bring the feeling out, the scents that swam around her did. The scent of Palm 43, Female wolf and, most gloriously, the scent of female arousal. He hadn't smelt that in 10 years, for god sake. He shook his head again, barely repressing the urge to pounce on the Succubus like the animal he was. He couldn't help imagine though; Imagining the feel of her pretty, rose petal lips wrapped around his cock, the thoughts of her slit as he pounded it: He exhaled loudly, feeling his member throb into life, ready to surge into action. The only thing that stopped him were thoughts of the person to whom he owed such a debt.<br><br>When Demora revealed her 'True' image, He gripped the bar in front of him, his claws digging into the wood, barely resisting, even then. Willpower was a hell of a thing, but it would only last so long. He needed a distraction, anything at all, he heard Nick, speaking to the bartender. He turned to see the rather large Satyr, talking to the Orc barkeeper, he had a distinct interest in his question, so he listened intently: Until a pudgy green finger tapped his shoulder. He turned around, seeing two Orc's tower over him.<br><br>"Oi, We called dibs on the Pornstar chick. Who the fuck do you think you are mate ?" Jack couldn't help but laugh, a louder laugh than before. The Orcs looked at each other, seemingly confused by what appeared to be a puny human laughing at two much bigger, much badder Orcs. The Other orc slapped Jack's left cheek lightly, as if to slap some sense into him. "What's funny humie ? Did we miss a joke ?"<br><br>"You obviously have no fucking idea who I am." Jack stood up. He could easily kick the orc's asses in his human state. They were dimwitted, stupid, stubborn and reckless. If he smashed the Vodka glass he had in his hand against ones temple, whilst beating the other down with a bar stool, it'd be that simple. Alas, showing off was one of Jack's favourate vices. And he had a lady to impress. "Allow me to tip all of you in." The Transformation was sudden, swift, practiced and Deadly. What had been a man only seconds before was replaced by a hulking mass of meat and fur. The beast dwarfed nearly every creature in the bar. It reached a solid 8 feet, bestial to a B. The wolf slammed two hulking paws into the Orcs in front of it, hurtling them across the bar and into a wall. Both were knocked out cold from the force of the blow. Jack howled out, a loud, Alpha's howl: Prideful and arrogant, but rightfully so. Slowly, he returned to human form. His shirt a stretched, buttonless mess, The jeans in tatters, his underwear barely maintained his dignity. He sat down at the Bar, grinning from ear to ear. "I'm Jack Mason, and I don't give a fuck." The wolf-man grinned, hearing the resounding roar of approval from most of the accumulated nightclub goers. Nothing tasted sweeter than a roar of approval: Although Demora's scent was at least a close second. <br><br>"Now who's going to buy me a beer ?!" Another bit of shameless showing off, and another cheer from the group who had watched the 'fight'. Although it could hardly be called that.
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				Title: <strong>Re: One Crew to Rule it All - Lilith's Cave (Gang HQ)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ironwolf85</strong> on <strong>10-04-2012, 22:13:23</strong>
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				Ayr<br>Tags: Zed, Marcho, VIP<br><br>Ayr patted his escort's cheek with a sly almosty innocent smile. "actually by friend, I'm poor as shit. before I came here I was down to tricks in the backstreets." he laughed lightly "others bought Dust, Crack, and Lace, with their cut, I bought runes and made weapons." the busness was starting to take off before he was called, custom guns and swords went for a lot these days, even if getting the starting cost for the materals had Ayr sucking, fucking, and faking. "Banks don't exactly give start up loans to weapons manufacturers, and I am not going to crawl back to The Dawn for a loanshark." &nbsp;he grabbed the Kitsune lutenant around the waist and&nbsp; ran a finger down the barrel of the gun. "Like I said get a better peice, hate to loose a new aquantance before we've had a chance to "talk" I might help you find one later" with a wink he acended the staircase towards the VIP lounge.
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				Title: <strong>Re: One Crew to Rule it All - Lilith's Cave (Gang HQ)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Revenent</strong> on <strong>10-04-2012, 22:43:01</strong>
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				<strong>Name:</strong> Orc Bartender, Kitsune Bouncer (holding off on Marc until Zed answers his question)<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Nick, Jack, Ayr<br><br>As the flow of customers started to ease up a bit, the six-foot-eight orc behind the bar found time to bring the satyr that whisky he wanted, and stuck around as slid the extra bill into his pants. "You want to know about the head player? He's smart, he's fuckin' pissed, and he knows more about the gangs in this city than most of 'em know about themselves. I'm not gonna lie, this place is pretty much all he's got left, but if anyone can turn that around, it's him. He just needs people with skills, and not little bitches that are gonna run away as soon as a Fallen Brother or a someone from the Middle Paladin Department shows up," he stated with a fierce confidence, as if the entire Light of Dawn could show up at the bar right that instant and his loyalty wouldn't waver for a second. "Any more questions?"<br><br>As it turned out, more questions would have to wait, as one of the men Marc had specifically asked to show up started making a massive scene with two of the customers. While Jack's antics may have been amusing to the other patrons, the lycanthrope would soon find a massive black orc stomping down the bar toward him with murderous red eyes. "Do you think we need that kind of fuckin' attention right now?!" he hissed gutturally as he slammed his hand down on the bar, apparently not up for grabbing Jack another beer right then. "You think these people aren't gonna go and talk about shit like that?! We're trying to keep a low profile here, jackass!" It was probably an overreaction from the overly aggressive barkeep, but Marc hadn't worked so hard to keep his message of need for "workers" on the down-low just to have someone come in and start throwing orcs around.<br><br>As for the kitsune bouncer, his aura of toughness wasn't quite as genuine as the dark-skinned orc's was. Hearing that the archon was actually a maker and dealer of weapons just made him angrier, since that meant he might actually know what he was talking about when it came to the shitty pistol he had stolen off some drunk dwarf, but being grabbed around the waist like that and seeing the finger run down his gun had the kit turning as red as his bandana. "Just get the fuck upstairs..." he muttered as he pulled away, his inexperience showing through before he tried to get back to business. Marc's situation must have been at least slightly dire, if he was so heavily relying on someone who looked like they had never even committed a crime before.
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				Title: <strong>Re: One Crew to Rule it All - Lilith's Cave (Gang HQ)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Azaria</strong> on <strong>10-04-2012, 23:20:25</strong>
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				<div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header"> Síla</div><div class="spoiler_body"><br><br><div align="center"><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Human Appearance</div><div class="spoiler_body">(http://[url=http://www.deviantart.com/download/214335593/run_or_stay_by_rifkanoctistemporvm-d3jlyeh.jpg]http://www.deviantart.com/download/214335593/run_or_stay_by_rifkanoctistemporvm-d3jlyeh.jpg[/url])</div></div></div>Name: Síla<br><br>Age: 20 in appearance, unknown in reality {can be edited}<br><br>Race: Fire Elemental<br><br>Appearance: Her clothes when she was in the Maidenhood consisted mainly of two colours, black and gold. She was particularly in love with an outfit of black corset, tight trousers and stiletto boots. All made of leather. Accompanied by a leash. The outfit contrasted with her natural red hair, pale skin and grey eyes. When she left the gang, she kept the colours but the style of clothes varies.<br><br>Sexual Preference: Pansexual<br><br>Former Gang: The Maidenhood<br><br>Gang Position: Prostitute, contract killer and interrogator.<br><br>Weapon of Choice: Fire, she controls fire and is able to summon it at will. As an assassin she can't always kill by fire as the victims may escape, so she usually uses a twin blade dagger always hidden snugly on her thigh.<br><br>Additional Skills: Stealthiness, spying and hypnotism.<br><br>Personality: She has the temper of fire, flourishes in open air and gets moody when contained between walls for a long time.&nbsp; <br><br>Bio: Síla was summoned by a dark wizard who used her as weapon to destroy his enemies. When he tried to turn her into his sex slave she rebelled and eventually escaped. Roaming the streets she met one of the Maidenhood's gang and she was accepted as a recruit, climbing ranks quickly they begin to fear her growing influence and attempt to contain her. She rebels once more and is now back to the streets and earns her living by playing the role of a stripper/prostitute in a club. {subject to edit}<br><br>Theme Song (optional): None, for now</div></div><br><em>crowded... This can be so, so crowded...</em><br><br>That was the first thought in Síla's mind as she watched the people enter the club, hidden in the shadows of the ally way, waiting for a free chance to get in. Her usual outfit of leather black clothes helping her to hide in the shadow, or at least pass unnoticed to any passer by. Finally she went inside, the bouncer saw the look in her eyes and allowed her to get in. She made her way to the bar, not caring if people looked at her or not, she wasn't here to do business even though she never had enough of males attention to her. Her flaming nature keeping her always wanting more sex, fun, and blood...<br><br>She smiled to herself as she could feel the touch of her twin blade hidden up her thigh, it was her only true friend in this world. It helped her join the Maidenhood, climb up the ranks quickly, And it was even her way out of the gang...<br><br>She sat at the far corner of the bar, her back to the slowly crowding place behind her. She could feel the increase in the carbon dioxide in the atmosphere... It was suffocating her and she stirred in her seat, the bartender looked at her and she nodded at him. He passed her a bottle of beer and she took half of it at once. Feeling the blood rush to her cheeks she closed her eyes as she relished on the fiery sensation that ran through her human body. As a creature that consisted of fire most liquids were harmful to her, but as known alcohol helped to ignite the flames inside her again. Finishing that drink she stood up and walked to a corner, where she can view the entire club and no one can see her easily.<br><br>She leaned back watching the new faces, trying to decipher the features and behaviours to somehow categorize them. Something she loved to do as a test for herself, she enjoyed finding out if she was right or wrong. Tonight was a big night, she had arrived here early after taking the night off from the other slum club she works in. She promised herself that even if this didn't work out, she will never go back there again.
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				Title: <strong>Re: One Crew to Rule it All - Lilith's Cave (Gang HQ)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>summoner2183</strong> on <strong>10-04-2012, 23:43:33</strong>
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				Name: Rutilus<br>Tagged: Nick Voss<br><br>Rutilus turned his head slightly as he studied the satyr that was close to him. He seemed familiar earlier and now he knew why... Nick Voss was also exiled from the clan almost at the same time as he did... though for different reasons. He was deemed to be too idealistic, even though he personally thought that the Satyr's ideas made a lot of sense in the long run. He also caught sight of the rather infamous werewolf Jack Mason who was intimidating two orcs and winning the fight.<br><br>The succubus though was a real eye-candy, and while she was hot, he knew that she would be trouble... so he decided to avoid her for now. He then approached the satyr and said. "Hello my old friend... what a surprise to see you here. How's life been treating you after you were 'exxiled' from our former herd?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: One Crew to Rule it All - Lilith's Cave (Gang HQ)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vergil1989</strong> on <strong>10-04-2012, 23:51:03</strong>
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				<strong>Name;</strong>&nbsp; Demona, succubus<br><strong>Location;</strong>&nbsp; Lilith's Cave bar<br><strong>Tagged;</strong>&nbsp; Jack Mason, werewolf.&nbsp; Everyone else at the bar currently.<br><br>She could have kept pushing his buttons but Demona backed off on her unnatural power she held over men and women alike which until then she had been directing solely on Jack at that moment.&nbsp; She instead ordered another Jack on the rocks as a couple of new arrivals came to the bar.&nbsp; She paid them little heed, too interested in the wolf beside her.&nbsp; She was about to continue until the two orcs that had tried to get with Charisma found their way to her, and instead was treated to quite a sight as Jack totally demolished the two hulking green brutes.&nbsp; She arched an eyebrow at how fast he changed shape, having never seen a wolf do that so quickly, but it intrigued her quite a bit all the same as the succubus saw how easily he dealt with the two overconfident and hormone driven orcs by tossing them into the far wall where they didn't get up again for some time.&nbsp; Show off or not, she grinned as she applauded Jack's efforts.&nbsp; Maybe she'd risk missing a chance with the new player in town after all and fuck this guy's world upside down?&nbsp; Her thought was interrupted however when she felt a third heavy orc hand on her shoulder.&nbsp; She raised a single hand in Jack's direction, winking silently so he'd stay put as she turned on her stool and grinned up at the green skin that was going for the prize directly.&nbsp; "I'd highly advise getting your hand off of me big boy."<br><br>"And why is that?&nbsp; You gonna suck me to death?"&nbsp; Demona licked her lips and stood, her supernatural strength clearly showing as she easily pushed up against the hand that tried to push her back into the stool she had been sitting on until then.&nbsp; "That's actually a tempting thought.&nbsp; Come here."&nbsp; Before the orc realized what was going on, the succubus had come out fully as she hopped up, wrapped her thighs tight around the orc's waist, and took his head between her hands before planting her lips against his own, smothering him in more ways than one.&nbsp; Her seven foot black as night wings shot out on either side of her back which were akin to a giant bat's in design, and felt quite similar as well.&nbsp; A twelve foot long whip like tail came out from under her black dress which held the material up to reveal she wasn't wearing anything underneath, but the orc was in no position to appreciate the view.&nbsp; Pulling their lips apart, Jack if he was paying attention, might have noticed pale blue mist or smoke passing between their mouths, starting at the orc and passing into Demona's luscious lips.&nbsp; Further observation would reveal that the orc was looking mighty tired after only a few seconds of this going on.&nbsp; Demona had purposely amped up the drain as high as she could, sucking the life out of her victim without regard for his continued existence as the orc stumbled, then fell backward like a sack of potatoes.&nbsp; She kept going, the high she got from stealing another's life too potent to give up, but she managed before she killed the orc.&nbsp; Standing up after untangling herself from the brute, Demona sat next to Jack once more, licking her lips clean in an attempt to get every last trace of that monster's energy into her stomach.&nbsp; "Awww...that was tasty.&nbsp; Now, where were we?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: One Crew to Rule it All - Lilith's Cave (Gang HQ)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Metalzephyr</strong> on <strong>11-04-2012, 00:29:28</strong>
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				<strong>Name:</strong> Nick Voss (Satyr)<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Bartender, Rutilus, Jack, Demona<br><br><strong>"Huh sounds like quite a-"</strong> Nick's response to the bartender's rather frank answers was cut off as the infamous Jack Mason made a rather furry and suddenly violent scene. The satyr scowled, wondering if maybe the last 10 years being away had made the werewolf lose more of himself to the beast than was best for him. Running with the Unleashed, he'd seen some pretty nasty wolves, the type you kept chained up because they just weren't in control of it anymore. But for a few moments, the bartender, a burly black skinned beast, seemed to have things handled.<br><br>The approach of the centaur had Nick's scowl lightening, but only briefly. <strong>"Rutilus right? Don't think we ever worked together. Though if you wanna get nitpicky, I quit. Difference is, when they throw <em>you</em> out, no one tries to kill you. Bit of a difference."</strong> he smiled a smart-ass grin at the centaur. He didn't know why the gentle-spoken 'taur was exiled from the herd, but he certainly didn't act like most of the ones Nick had met.<br><br>Even as the bartender gave Jack a not very polite invitation to meet the boss, fresh chaos broke out. It was over fast, but the orc on the floor looked like he'd aged at least a few years from the few second kiss. The flash of wings and flexing of powers had Nick scowling deeply again. Even if he employed some rather brute methods, and language, when it came to it, he had always considered himself a professional. A right asshole, but a professional one. That meant keeping things quiet when a potential employer wanted them quiet, and the boss' customers <em>not</em> drained, beaten, maimed, or dead. While he had a fresh respect for both the succubus and the werewolf's power, he didn't retain a whole lot regarding their professionalism. Nick stayed politely listening to Rutilus, but kept an eye on the situation at the other end of the bar, just in case the black orc needed a hand, or some horns, to keep things civil.
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				Title: <strong>Re: One Crew to Rule it All - Lilith's Cave (Gang HQ)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>summoner2183</strong> on <strong>11-04-2012, 00:55:29</strong>
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				Name: Rutilus<br>Tagged: Nick Voss<br><br>Rutilus just smiled softly at the satyr's comments and just grinned in return as Nick mentioned something about them not working together in the past, which is true since he was mostly away on diplomatic missions assigned to him by the leader of the herd, or smoothing ruffled feathers between the members of the faction or working with the healers in his former gang. <br><br>"I suppose we have not, Nick... but to tell you the truth... I didn't get kicked out... unofficially." He fixed the satyr a look. "The leader of the gang and his wife, which happened to be the chief healer called me to speak to me in private and urged me to leave the group as my attitude as a healer and ambassador to the other gangs has earned the displeasure of the higher ranking members of the herd. They would rather have me kill any opposing members of other factions rather than patch them up, something I refuse to do due to my healer's oath." He paused for a moment before speaking again. "Well, the official story is that I have been exiled... no doubt it mas made publicly known and my so-called 'crimes' bared for all the herd to hear."<br><br>He paused for a moment again before speaking once more. "Though I do a bit of jobs for the leader now and then, though nothing can be traced back to me.... and may I say that I personally think that your idea of having an establishment to help with the cause of our former gang was actually a good idea? It's a shame that most of the members of the leadership are too stuck in the old ways to realize that."
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				Title: <strong>Re: One Crew to Rule it All - Lilith's Cave (Gang HQ)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>CarnivalOfTheGoat</strong> on <strong>11-04-2012, 02:09:56</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_ldb81iNfrS1qfw0l7o1_500.jpg)</div>Name: Deejay<br>Tagged: Sila, others?<br><br>The delicate young woman who stepped in past the bouncers reached transparent fingers up, flicking her damp hoodie down to reveal a face that might have been cut from glass, casting highlights and rainbow refraction in the dim club's colorful light. <br><br>The way she moves gives the lie to any idea of crystalline hardness, however. No mortal woman with hardened bone could match the liquid shimmer and flow of Deejay's hips, even cased as they are in taut, grey denim that glistens damp around her shifting curves. The nixie pauses a moment to take in the view, one teal light sweeping down and suffusing her with the shade of ocean depths. Her watery form steals light, refracting rather than reflecting, and the air chills slightly around her.<br><br>Deejay purses her glossy lips, eyeing the altercation with the werewolf a moment before sweeping through the swaying dancers and clots of gawkers towards the far end of the bar. Despite her tense expression, she slips through the crowd with deceptive ease, seeming to swirl without breaking stride past any who try to get in her way...As easily as water finding the path of least resistance downhill.&nbsp; <br><br>And that path leads to the striking redhead at the bar's corner. She flows smoothly into place next to the other seeming young woman, but for all her languid ease there's something in her poise like a wave that has reached its peak...ready to crash down with sudden, rending force.<br><br>"Fire's daughter," even Deejay's voice has a somewhat slippery edge to it. She reaches out, and transparent fingers catch only colored light, grasping at the empty air where sometimes a leash once hung when Sila ran with the Maidenhood. "Have you heard?"<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: One Crew to Rule it All - Lilith's Cave (Gang HQ)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>PeacethatPowerbrings</strong> on <strong>11-04-2012, 03:31:18</strong>
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				<strong>Name:</strong> Zed<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Marc<br><br>She listened to his voice with quite a bit of respect for his charm. The way he touched her hand, teased, and then addressed his interests directly. It wasn't her normal kind of meeting, after all.<br><br>"Floors are dreadfully flat," she said, "there is no pleasure in walking on them. Besides, if I didn't use my wings, they wouldn't stay in shape."<br><br>"I'm a fixer," she said, "and I'll be good at whatever you pay me to be good at, even if I have to fake it. I'm good at that too."<br><br>The enigmatic response was typical of her particular kind. A trickster by nature, it was hard to engage in straightforward conversation, dancing around the issues was much more fun.<br><br>"Let's say, my line of work with the Maidenhood was of the revenue intake, and lead output variety. I specialized in delivering and healthy amount of metal to a specific spot, anywhere, anytime. Quiet, loud, doesn't matter to me. I work on demand."<br><br>She licked her lips, and as she did so, they changed colour from a pale shade of pink, to a bright shade of orange, and then to a sparkling blue when she licked them again. There could be no doubt of her talent, she had hardly been kept in position because of her inability to do whatever was asked of it. Rather, it was her proficiency that had assured that she never rose in the Maidenhood's ranks. A trickster was a nuiscance at worst, a trickster with guns, was a nightmare on wings.
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				Title: <strong>Re: One Crew to Rule it All - Lilith's Cave (Gang HQ)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Revenent</strong> on <strong>11-04-2012, 04:00:36</strong>
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				<strong>Name:</strong> Marchosias<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Zed, Ayr<br><br>And there was his least favorite thing about nymphs: they always had to be tricksters and dance around their answers instead of saying anything outright, even if it didn't benefit them in any way to do so. Still, the question was little more than a character test on Marc's part. He already knew what she was capable of, her level of skill, and whether or not he could trust her to stay loyal to his gang in the making. If nothing else, she would be a nice bit of eye candy to keep around, although he hoped to use more than just his eyes on her. "Don't worry, my dear," Marc replied in a low yet clear voice, a sly smile forming on his lips as he leaned forward and patted her thigh. "With me, you'll never have to fake it," he said with a chuckle, his hand lingering just a little too long on her bare thigh before he drew it back into his lap. The actions would have seemed sleazy from anyone but an obvious immortal, but thankfully the lack of wings did nothing to hide his true nature from anyone with a bit of sense. In his case, it was just a sign of flattery, and perhaps even respect. He liked her, which was always important when dealing with a prospective employer.<br><br>Hearing a ruckus go down down on the main floor, Marc shook his head, but his smile didn't fade at all. He trusted his bouncers and his bartender could diffuse whatever situation was occurring, and if they didn't, he was sure he could find a few replacements amongst these fresh recruits. "I don't know why the Maidenhood let you go, Zed, but I'll go on faith and hope they were fools for doing so, rather than me being the fool for giving you a chance now. But in any case, I can guarantee you you'll have the chance to prove at least one of your skills tonight. Maybe both, if we have time after," he stated, hinting that tonight would end up being more than a simple meet-and-greet with the people who accepted his invitation. He had business he wasn't willing to wait on. "Heck, if you want to, you can start showing me some skill right now while I talk to the rest of the lowlifes," he said so that it was hard to tell if he was joking or serious, or maybe half and half, though it was just in time for the next auditioner to step on up.<br><br>Marc hadn't encountered many archons during his years with the Light of Dawn, since they tended not to fit in that well, but he had grown to respect their kind for just how intelligent they could be. This one was particularly adorable as well, with a pretty face and an athletic, just slightly effeminate body that his white leather showed off rather well. Marc also had little trouble spotting a rather large "sausage" shaped out in the leather between his thighs, apparently still a bit hard from his flirting with that cute neko woman. (Of course, being the son of the devil prince of Lust, Marc had little to be jealous of in that department.) While the body was appealing, the mind was what the boss man truly needed to get to know. "Same question to you, puppy dog," he said in a way that was more affectionate than slighting as Ayr approached the booth, expecting he must have already heard his conversation with Zed thanks to his advanced hearing.
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				Title: <strong>Re: One Crew to Rule it All - Lilith's Cave (Gang HQ)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>JuliettaRossi</strong> on <strong>11-04-2012, 04:53:24</strong>
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				Name: Jessamyne<br>Location: Going from the bar to the VIP area<br>Tagged: Marc<br><br><span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font">Boys and their dumb-ass pissing matches. Where would the world be without it... She simply leaned against the bar, her ears picking up the chats going on around her, the snide little comments, the talk about the owner of the bar, the fact that the larger orcs decided they had first choice on someone. She simply leaned back and watched the crowd, noticing the kitsune tap the faerie and then the archon in turn. When the chaos at the bar started he stood back glaring at the problem happening, awaiting the bouncers to intervene or for it to fizzle out on it's own, which it seemed to do. She didn't care, only glancing over - not impressed in the least with it as long as it didn't cause her to spill her drink.<br><br>She did notice quite a few seemed to know one another. She recognized one (Zero) but didn't know his name. They had both been contract hires for the Gravediggers but never worked on the same project together. She wondered if this would work in her favor or not - the not knowing anyone here. Most seemed to possibly be from The Maidenhood - a group she never had inclination to work for. <br><br>When all was said and done the kitsune made his way to her, which surprised her, tapping her as well with a motion toward the back. "He wants to see you." She nodded, slipping down from the bar stool and headed toward the stairs - past the others at the bar, the bottle held loose in her hand at her leg. She made her way upward, walking through the empty VIP area until she reached the back booth where the three sat. She leaned against the edge of the booth and sipped from the bottle. "You called for me?" She leveled violet colored eyes on Marc, a slight upturn to the corners of her lips.</span></span>
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				Title: <strong>Re: One Crew to Rule it All - Lilith's Cave (Gang HQ)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Urbanzorro</strong> on <strong>11-04-2012, 05:24:25</strong>
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				<strong>Name:</strong> Aunnel<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Anyone<br><br>The soft sound of Aunnel’s footfalls striking the pavement provided a backdrop to the conversation he was having on his cell phone. “Good. Also, I’m pushing tithe day up by a week make sure everyone knows. And where are we on the pamphlets?.... Excellent! Make sure that every member gets some…. I don’t care! Have them pass the damn things out at work if they have to. We’ll never grow unless my word is spread faster. Oh and tell, what’s his name? The one with the cane, always sits in the front row…. Mr. Dacus?... Ok, well tell Mr. Dacus to send his wife over to my place, I need it cleaned….What do I care if it’s his daughter! Just have him send the bitch over to clean the house!..Good! Alright I’m going to hang up now.”<br><br>A moment later Aunnel was placing the phone back in his pocket. The weekly call to Diego who currently served as the “Profit of The Great One,” which was the bullshit title that Aunnel had come up with for the leader of the new cult he was forming in Middle City, out of the way. In truth Aunnel hated the man, for the simple reason that Diego actually believed and was in the situation for nothing more than to bring ‘enlightenment’ to others. Even just thinking about it caused Aunnel to roll his eyes. From time to time, especially after calls like the one he’d just had to go through,&nbsp; Aunnel had considered getting out of the worship game. But the increase in raw power that came from all his little cultists was just something he considered worth the effort. Besides this was always the hardest point in the whole cult cycle, getting the damn thing off the ground. He was confident that in a few weeks if not at the very most a month or two the cult would have enough momentum to continue on its own without his direct involvement.<br><br>“Enough of that” Aunnel said to himself as he approached the doors to the club and pushed the thoughts from his mind and turned them towards the immediate situation. He was here tonight in order to find out the truth behind some rumors that had been circulating of a person or group of people looking to take the fight to the major gangs in the city. And admittedly he was also open to the idea of finding a mortal to play with for the night. He was wearing an extremely expensive suit. The pants were a dark grey, as was the over coat with a solid black shirt and a dark red tie.&nbsp; He’d chosen dark brown hair for the night but had decided to shorten to a more traditional tapered look and give it the appearance of being combed straight back. He’d also done away with his facial hair, wishing to present a more professional appearance tonight. In all he wouldn’t have been out of place in a high level court room or in a CEO’s office.<br><br>He didn’t have any trouble getting past the bouncers at the front. He wasn’t carrying a weapon, at least not on any plane that someone would be able to sense without his allowing it, and as such they had no reason to hold him up. This was compounded by the fact that they were paying decidedly more attention to some near out of control situation happening further inside the place. <br><br>Once inside the club Aunnel made his way to the bar. He sat down at an empty seat and motioned to the person at the bar “I’ll have bourbon on the rocks.”&nbsp; The bar tender made his way down the bar and quickly returned with Aunnel’s drink. <br><br><br><hr><br><strong>Name: </strong> Tork<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Anyone<br><br>A minute or two after Aunnel had entered the bar, a particularly large orc entered wearing a black pair of jeans and some web gear (http://ballistictech.com/catalog/images/Vest.jpg) passing as a shirt. He had actually arrived at the bar quite earlier than he'd entered. It had just taken him several minutes to finish checking all the assorted grenades and other random explosives that he had within his vest. All of theses items along with his custom shotgun were now in the possession of one of the orc doormen. Tork had no doubt they'd be safe there, considering that every orc knew not to fuck with another orc's kit. <br><br>As he entered the bar's main room Tork's eyes immediately fell on the two orcs laying slumped against the wall, then they fell on the third orc face up near the bar. He shook his head at the sight, part of him wanting to find out what had happened. He genuinely hoped that this wasn't what the one putting out the request for muscle meant by 'keep things quiet' if so Tork had no doubt that he could teach the man more than a few things about the real meaning of sneaky...<br><br>He was about to head to the bar when he noticed a large black orc staring down what appeared to be a normal human being. Instead of making a b-line for what appeared to be a possible fight Tork circled around to a spot a bit further down the bar, next to a centaur and a satyr and got the guy behind the bar to give him a beer. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: One Crew to Rule it All - Lilith's Cave (Gang HQ)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ironwolf85</strong> on <strong>11-04-2012, 05:25:11</strong>
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				<strong>Name:</strong> Ayr Fairfang<br><strong>Tags:</strong> Zed, Marco<br><br>Ayr looked up and down his new prospective employer, taking notes of dementions, facial features, and how the man's clothes fit around his body. "hmmm human with celestrial features, dark accents to them, Fallen Angel or Risen Demon." He nodded with a smile walking around Marchosias before stopping in front of himand running his hands down his body to his pocket. "well aside from physical attributes and a talent in the bedroom, which I must say the woman on my left has in abundance as well. being that she is former Sisterhood."<br>He pulled out four bullets and placed them in a row on the table sliding his hand along the desk beside them. "I make weapons as a speciality, used to be a hobby, but here are a few samples." he drew his finger across each "exorcist round, standard steel head with brass casing, various holy symbols etched into the bullet in order to cover all religious bases, brass casing has script burned onto it, the gunpowder is mixed with incense for a nasty kick with the powder burns. does not cause major tissue damage but pucnhes through body armor like paper, especally demonic enchanted or possed gear, leathal to the demon inside while not damaging the flesh they inhabit, thus allowing said person to give up all the demon's contacts, locations, caches, and safehouses. custom forged by hand."<br>He pointed to the next one, running his finger up the side suggestively "Ripper round, Low calibur, high volicity porious slug used against unarmored targets, it shatters in impact and with this little rune here, bursts into flame in the process, not a grenade but easy to manufacture, reload, and fits in ust about every small calibur weapon."<br>he glanced over at zed, not realizing when he made it there's be a fairy present, but letting it emphisise the point "anti-fae 15 gauge shell, the actual stopping power is low against flesh unless at close range, but it's packed with industrial metal to harm nature creatures, summoner's incense mixed into the powder for disrupting elemental bindings, and wrought iron shards, contact with a magical body, let alone getting inside it, has been compared to "being cranally fucked by a bulldozer"<br>He left the black and white silver tipped round to the imagination. smiling widely, "aside from knowlage of such weapons and knowing how to make these and more, I also know how to market these things, and the guns, swords, and magical gear to go with them. Lastly I've got a number of contacts within the MPD, Halls of Judgement, and City Hall from my days as an escort. did you know the high mayor loves to..." and that was when the woman from downstairs walked in, interupting him in mid- semi-excited sentance.
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				Title: <strong>Re: One Crew to Rule it All - Lilith's Cave (Gang HQ)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheVariableX</strong> on <strong>11-04-2012, 05:48:57</strong>
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				Charisma<br><strong>Location</strong>: Bar<br><strong>Tags</strong>: Demona, Zero, Tork, Bartender (and anyone else at the bar or caring to watch)<br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Charisma Fairchild (Angel)</div><div class="spoiler_body"><div class="floatright">(http://www.krasa.by/assets/images/news/Escada_Desire_Me_13.jpg)<div align="center"><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>But... you know, with wings.</em></span></div> </div><strong>Name:</strong> Charisma Fairchild<br><br><strong>Age:</strong> 25<br><br><strong>Race:</strong> Angel<br><br><strong>Appearance:</strong>&nbsp; Charisma is gorgeous; a pure and flawless classical beauty.&nbsp; Her skin has the color of veinless white marble, being just a touch of grey and pink off true colorlessness.&nbsp; Her face is finely sculpted and even she is occasionally distracted by her own beauty, especially her extremely alluring eyes.&nbsp; Her hair is dyed a gentle brown from its natural lustrous blonde.&nbsp; Charisma's wings are large and formed of white feathers. <br><br><strong>Sexual Preference:</strong> Prefers strong alpha male bad boy types.&nbsp; She likes her men rough, almost violent, and sometimes more than one at a time.&nbsp; She will sleep with women when instructed, and might make out with another woman to attract a man, as if it would be needed.&nbsp; She is an exhibitionist.&nbsp; She is also working on being submissive sexually, but most of her recent boyfriends have just held her down and pounded her into submission, which isn't quite what she is dreaming of.<br><br><strong>Former Gang:</strong> No prior gang affiliation, though she will have been seen in many different gang hangouts, usually lounging against some thugs car or being pumped full of alcohol.<br><br><strong>Gang Position:</strong> Charisma's most potent gift is the ability to heal others with a laying of hands.&nbsp; She is employed as a nurse, finds work as a nude model for projects of artistic integrity.&nbsp; <br><br><strong>Weapon of Choice:</strong> Aside from her healing magic and a few night classes of self defense, she could probably spray and pray with a sub machine gun, but she isn't a fighter.<br><br><strong>Additional Skills:</strong> Healing touch, flight, knowledge of hospitals and modern medicine commensurate with her training as a nurse, Daddy's demon lawyer on speed dial.<br><br><strong>Personality:</strong> <em>I'm going to wait on this.&nbsp; </em>&nbsp; Kind hearted, aloof, attracted to self-destruction.<br><br><strong>Bio:</strong> Charisma was raised in a good home, and a religious one.&nbsp; Her rich parents sent her to a good college, but her innate ability to heal made her a bit lazy, and instead of graduating as a doctor to please her parents, she settled on becoming a nurse.&nbsp; Charisma enjoys her job, and enjoys healing people.&nbsp; She used to do a lot of charity work and was an upstanding if naive member of the angel community.&nbsp; She doesn't say what happened, but at some point Charisma developed a lusting for big cock and controlling men.&nbsp; She flew from one bad boyfriend to another, and most had various gang ties.&nbsp; Charisma has gone beyond flirting with bad boys from the wrong side of town and is now in a noticeable downward spiral.<br><br><strong>Theme Song (optional):</strong> To be decided</div></div><br>Charisma scoffs a little when she sees the scandalous behavior by the succubus, which is upon second thought exactly how most succubi behave.&nbsp; <em>Of course <strong>she </strong>wouldn't be wearing panties</em>, Jane thinks.&nbsp; Jane waits for her and her boyfriends drinks to arrive and pays for it with her own money.&nbsp; Glancing across at the spectacle again, she can see the poor muscle bound brute of an orc is well in over his head.&nbsp; <br><br>"I think he's had enough."&nbsp; Charisma comments.<br><br>When the succubus finally drops the orc, he looks like he has been ridden hard and put away wet.&nbsp; The small spasms he makes don't look good at all.&nbsp; &nbsp;"Damn it."&nbsp; Charisma mutters.&nbsp; She isn't much of an angel, but she is a nurse also and feels the urge to help those in need.&nbsp; Given some of her past sexual liaisons with orcs, she couldn't dismiss them as worthless trash as easy as her parents.&nbsp; Charisma takes her drinks and spins, buffeting someone with her soft wings.&nbsp; She kneels down carefully in her heels and short dress and places the drinks on the floor beside the drained orc.&nbsp; <br><br>Charisma places a hand on his thickly muscled chest and leans over to listen and feel if he is breathing well, or at all.&nbsp; &nbsp;Satisfied there is some life in him, Charisma's hand begins to radiate golden light.&nbsp; As her hang glows, so does the divine halo that forms around her brow.&nbsp; As the healing energies course through her, her hair seems to return to its natural sparkling gold.&nbsp; The light from her hand seeps into the orcs body and steadies him.&nbsp; Charisma leans down and plants another kiss on the very lucky, or very unlucky, orcs lips.&nbsp; The kiss becomes golden as well, and she breathes new life into him, begging it from some higher place.&nbsp; As the angel leans forward, her own tiny club dress rides up to expose the tiny white butt floss thong she is wearing.&nbsp; Still, it is enough to let her feel superior to the demon.<br><br>After a full minute of laying hands and kissing the orc, Charisma sits up.&nbsp; She is satisfied he will be up and on his feet soon as he recovers his wits.&nbsp; Charisma licks her lips.&nbsp; It doesn't taste like orc, it must be the taste of the succubus.&nbsp; That's one line she's never crossed, even though her man is a demon himself.&nbsp; Remembering her boyfriend is waiting, Charisma grabs up her drinks and makes her way carefully through the crowd to return to him.&nbsp; Her radiance is gone, and without it she just looks like a gorgeous, but slutty, angel.<br><br>"I'm sorry it took so long."&nbsp; Charisma apologizes to Zero. &nbsp;"The bar was murder."&nbsp; She places her own drink on the arm of the couch and gives Zero his before gracefully sitting and snuggling beside him.
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				Title: <strong>Re: One Crew to Rule it All - Lilith's Cave (Gang HQ)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Azaria</strong> on <strong>11-04-2012, 11:09:34</strong>
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				<span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font"><strong>Name:</strong> Sila (http://www.deviantart.com/download/214335593/run_or_stay_by_rifkanoctistemporvm-d3jlyeh.jpg)</span><br><span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font"><strong>Tagged:</strong> Deejay, and others</span><br><br><span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font">She had ordered another beer and the bertender delivered it once he finished yelling at the werewolf as she didn't even look at their direction. She was not one to be impressed with such show off actions. Really, if they wanted a show, she could give them one they would never forget, but this was not the right time. She held the bottle to her lips and this time she sipped the beer slowly, allowing the liquid to seep through her to warm her core up into a steady flame, keeping her relaxed and stable.</span><br><br><span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font">Her red hair shone with deep shade of red as a sign of contentment, she was in a human shell indeed, but her shell always reflected her moods. This form she took was often irresistible from both men and women. She smiled at the thought and reminded herself that she was here to find a chance to get off the slums she fell into, and there will be plenty of time to play around. She even started to hum a tune to herself as she sipped her beer, her grey eyes half closed as she focused on feeding the fire inside her.</span><br><br><br><span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font"><em> hells unbound... She's here....</em></span><br><br><br><span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font">Her eyes opened wide as the flames inside her burned furiously, rage making it dance the eternal dance of hate as she could feel the presence of her eternal enemy once she entered the club. She could feel her seeping through the place, getting closer to where she was until the coldness that chilled the air around the nixie made her feel goosebumps along her human skin. The flames of her existence shuddering in hate. She turned to her as she called her, flames dancing behind the cold walls of her grey eyes. Her face a blank mask with no emotions as she replied in a cold tone <strong>" Yes, I have heard"</strong></span>
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				Title: <strong>Re: One Crew to Rule it All - Lilith's Cave (Gang HQ)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>DomShark</strong> on <strong>11-04-2012, 12:47:26</strong>
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				<strong>Name:</strong> Jugo Kiyaburo<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Bouncer, Bartender, Jack Mason, DeeJay, Silas, Marc, Anyone.<br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header"> Little Tokyo</div><div class="spoiler_body">Ten Blocks from Lilith's Cave:<br>(http://www.wallpapercorb.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/01/Tokyo-at-night-11.jpg)<br>Little Tokyo is one of the smallest districts in Middle City, in spite of the fact that it boasts the fifth largest population among all of the districts. Built vertically in the highly contested neighborhood that shares its border with three different gangs, residents of this district seldom leave these eight square blocks of real estate and are highly suspicious of outsiders, be they human or otherwise. It has been claimed at different times by The Maidenhood, The Unleashed and The Brothers Fallen before being unified under the rule and protection of The Kiyaburo Brotherhood.<br><br>The uneasy treaty between the Kiyaburos and The Brothers Fallen has yielded an era of peace and prosperity for this haven for Far East immigrants. The district, still healing from years of bloodshed began to gain power, gaining the protection of The Brothers. The crown jewel of this period of renewal being The Red Dragon Casino.<br><br>(http://cache.virtualtourist.com/15/5913015-Japanese_tower_Brussels_Brussels.jpg)<br><br>The Casino was built to precise specifications to suit the unique needs of it's unique owners. The top floor, renovated into a private, deluxe suite with timed shutters to block out any and all daylight. The concave roof was meticulously designed for a 1.5 ton animal to make a comfortable nest without putting dangerous strain on the lower floors of this eight story tower.<br><br>The bottom four levels of The Red Dragon span an entire block, the two level casino on the street level and first floor, which shares space with a full service brothel and hotel. The first basement has been converted into housing for the whores, security and staff; while the expansive second basement is used to store the wealth of imported weapons, narcotics and currency that flows in and out of Little Tokyo on a regular basis.</div></div><hr><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header"> Prologue</div><div class="spoiler_body">At the top floor of the legendary Red Dragon Tower, Jugo knelt dutifully before the brightest light in the dimly lit room, the television. This is not to indicate by any means that the images on the screen were bright, three shadowy figures, all back lit to obscure each of their faces in shadow.&nbsp; One was speaking to Jugo directly.<br><br>"It was not our intention to hinder your other operations with this task, but understand that we would not ask it of you if it were not of vital importance." The figure on the left said stoically, his voice sounding wise and gravelly. "Though we cannot divulge to you the full nature of this task, you should know that failure would cause us great displeasure, and forever taint your honor."<br><br>"Death before dishonor, I will not fail you." Jugo swore solemnly, his body abruptly tense from the moment his honor was called into question. "It shall be done within two nights time."<br><br>"Do not let your arrogance make a fool of you. Many powerful creatures before you have fallen in this endeavor, some even older than you, with powers to rival your own. If you take this lightly, it shall be your undoing." The long bearded siloette on the left snapped. "Just get it done, take as much time as you need."<br><br>After that the link cut out abruptly, leaving Jugo in relative darkness, aside from the city lights that passed through the slatted windows. When Jugo rose to his feet again, he gestured to one of the leisure suit wearing mortals who had pledged his life to the service of the Brotherhood, the man turned on the lights to reveal the lavish decoration of the suite. Traditional Japanese tastes merged with every modern amenity in the sleek suite, at the center of which a small trickling waterfall fed into a large coy pond that spanned the entire center of the room.<br><br><em>"Boss Kiyaburo, the new shipment of girls have arrived, also your tailor has brought new samples. Which would you examine first, Boss?"</em> The man, called Shogo, asked diligently in letter perfect Japanese.<br><br><em>"Send them both in."</em> Jugo replied in kind, making his way over one of the small arch bridges that spanned the pond. <em>"I need a new suit more than I need a new whore, but if they're out there waiting, they aren't on their backs earning."</em><br><br>First through the door was the tailor, a homosexual imp that had unrivaled flair for contemporary fashion. Though he and Jugo sometimes clashed on the more flamboyant choices he made, Kale the imp was one of the few living beings whose judgement Jugo would occasionally value above his own.<br><br>"Ju-Ju! Darling, thanks so much for seeing me so promptly, busy man that you are. I just had to come over here when I saw these swatches, look! Ming Dynasty silk, the original colors and everything. Couldn't you just die?" The Imp prattled on, spreading bolts of fabric across the small table that Jugo had knelt behind. He gave the imp a sharp glare after that last bit, he knew English expressions well enough to know what he meant, but a question like that is widely considered inconsiderate when addressing one who is already dead. "Oh! I mean- well you know what I mean. Look at the green, it's so well preserved."<br><br>While the Imp was setting up his antique fabric samples, Shogo had begun leading the girls in. All of them were waifs, having spent weeks in a storage container on their way to Middle City, the seductive negligee dangling off of gaunt shoulders and sharp rib cages. The look on Jugo's face showed clearly that he was much more impressed with the fabric than the girls as he examined both at once. Addressing one subordinate in English, and the other in Japanese.<br><br>"Yes, I like the green. Perhaps as trim around this jet black here. <em>Shogo, I thought these were supposed to be the beautiful girls, the ones I could use as strippers. That thing looks like she hasn't eaten in weeks. Feed her and clean her up, she's a whore.</em> Have you got anything darker than this midnight Blue? Maybe with pin stripes. <em>Shit! That one's even uglier than the last one, did she dye her hair with toilet bowl cleaner? Get the other girls to give her a proper bleach, then turn her out. She'll be a whore too.</em> I don't know about this purple, it's not really my thing."<br><br>"Ah, Ju-Ju! You're so in love with the blacks and dark colors, every day can't be a funeral." The imp countered, hesitant to give up such a dynamic hue. "Just look at the purple with the midnight, doesn't that look nice? Add a tie made from the green. Oh, you'd just be stunning."<br><br>Just then, a massive gust of wind stirred up dust and flower pedals on the wrap around balcony, followed by a massive thump from the roof above indicating that Ai Chan had returned from her sweep of the city. It was her task to follow the goings on from all parts of the city, alerting Jugo to potential danger. Using her nose, she slid open the slatted wooden door with her nose before craning her long neck around and into the suite. She did this often, it was her way of spending time with Jugo, but she hated the way she had to hold her head upside down.<br><br>"<em>Is this a joke?</em>" Jugo demanded, ignoring his tailor and his dragon when the next girl was brough before him, her body was better than most, but her teeth were so bad that it sent Jugo into a rage. "<em>These were supposed to be women that I could put on stage and charge five figures for a night alone. Would you pay ten grand to fuck that cow?</em>"<br><br>Suddenly, and without warning, Jugo shot to his feet and there was another gust of wind from within the suite. To the naked eye, it looked like Jugo just got up, no one would have even noticed anything more had transpired, if not for that familiar metallic clink of Onin returning to it's sheath. That sound always meant the same thing, someone was dead.<br><br>For a moment there was tense silence, each person in the room glancing at the others, hoping it wasn't them who had earned Jugo's wrath. After about a second, the girl glanced down to realize that the lower half of her nightie had been sliced and was now pooled in a neat ring around her feet. She barely had time to begin screaming before her arm tumbled from her elbow and blood spilled from her mouth. As her torso slipped from her hips, Shogo breathed a sigh of relief.<br><br>"Ai Chan. Do you have news?" Jugo asked with his mind, turning to his dragon.<br><br>"That club to the South is having a big recruitment call, a lot of unsavory types lurking very close, all looking for some way to prove themselves." Ai responded, her mind communicating the gentle, singsong voice of a much younger woman.<br><br>"Any bodies?"<br><br>"Two so far. A dwarf who was clocking and some poor demon's vessel." Ai Chan answered. "Neither were ours, but the dwarf looked like he might have some ties to the Unleashed."<br><br>"I'd better go check it out. There's someone I'm looking for, and a gathering of unaffiliated thugs might just be the kind of thing that would draw her out." Jugo answered. "You did good, Ai Chan. Go ahead and eat the rest of that girl over there, she's no use to me now."</div></div><hr><br>Jugo was wearing one of his newest suits that Kale had brought along with the fabric. He'd left Onin back at his suite, lest one of these fool bouncers try to lay a hand upon his most sacred possession. He resented being touched by the living, it made his skin crawl, but he allowed the man at the door to search him none the less. He didn't come here for trouble, he came to observe.<br><br>He carried with him a sleek, leather bound briefcase which the orc at the door insisted on inspecting. The large beast's face lit up when he saw himself face to face with a hundred thousand dollars in cash.<br><br>"Can I go in now?" Jugo asked impatiently, slamming the briefcase shut moments after the orc's fingers were clear.<br><br>"Not so fast." The orc at the door protested, planting a large hand in Jugo's chest to halt him. "I know who you are. What are you doing here?"<br><br>"I'm not happy with my current affiliation, shopping new outfits. Are we done now?" Jugo asked, louder than before, his eyes burning with dangerous intent as he stared down the much larger bouncer. "If you really knew me, you'd know better than to lay hands on me."<br><br>Not wanting to leave himself open to any further banter on the subject of why he'd chosen to evade his escorts and protection, and come alone and unarmed to this filthy little dive on the night when all the freaks had come to join the circus, Jugo moved straight past the door and down the reinforced staircase into the crowded club.<br><br>At first glance, Jugo didn't see who he was looking for which distressed him. Perhaps he'd gotten all dressed up for nothing. Though the sight of Jack Mason proved to be worth the short trip alone. Jack hadn't left things well with the Brothers Fallen, for obvious reasons, when he went to jail. As of yet, none of the attempts on his life that were staged in prison amounted to much more than a bigger mess for the Brothers to clean up. He'd been green lit for some time, but it was lucky for Jugo and Jack both that he wasn't the target.<br><br>"Wolf Man Jack, what a surprise this is. Finding you here, out of jail so soon." Jugo smiled, feigning politeness but the insinuation was just under the surface. Generally when someone came back from jail after only serving half their sentence it was because they'd cooperated with the authorities in some other respect. "Over here, I'll take a pint of O negative, preferably with a BAC of .08 and whatever Jack is drinking."<br><br>Jugo smiled, his eyes alight with the childlike thrill of genuine excitement. Jack was strong, notoriously so, unarmed and alone, Jugo was in danger. What if Jack decided that he couldn't let him leave? What if he and those gathered around all decided to gang up on him and rob him? Lord knew they were all hard up. He might actually die, a true death, a warriors death. Behind enemy lines and fighting, an honorable death, the kind he'd always imagined.<br><br>Just then, Jugo was pulled back from his fantasies about his own death as he caught sight of his target, tucked into a dark corner of the sleazy bar with some fire elemental that Jugo didn't recognize. He didn't want to make a move right away, but rather watch and wait. It never hurt to make friends with the bartender either.<br><br>"What's the story with that water witch over there?" Jugo asked of the orc bartender, sliding a crisp hundred dollar bill across the bar. "She looks like someone I've been looking for."
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				Title: <strong>Re: One Crew to Rule it All - Lilith's Cave (Gang HQ)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Revenent</strong> on <strong>11-04-2012, 14:34:50</strong>
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				<strong>Name:</strong> Marchosias<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Zed, Ayr, Jessamyne<br><br>While never one for getting into firefights himself, Marc looked impressed, or at least amused, as Ayr went through his presentation and showed off a bunch of custom rounds. "Mind if I keep this as a sample?" the Nephilim boss asked as he picked up the Ripper round and slid it into his pocket, figuring it might come in handy later tonight. "I guess we'll see tonight if your arms are really as good as you say they are. I'm sure there'll be a few people who show up that need your help loading up," he said with a grin. "Hope you brought more merchandise than just four bullets. Oh, I don't suppose you have anything that works well against dwarves and beastmen?"<br><br>Leaving the question rhetorical, Marc finally turned his attention to Jessamyne, the lovely tattooed elf who had cut off Ayr's presentation. As he gestured for the archon to join him and Zed at the booth and relax while he spoke with further applicants, a fairy waitress in a red leather miniskirt came gliding up the stairs and set a large glass of clear alcohol in front of the boss, then checked if the other three wanted anything to drink before disappearing back down to the main floor. "So you're security, assassin, thief, all rolled into one?" Marc asked Jess, taking his drink and putting one foot up on the table. "Tell you what: you already met the head of my security staff, the kitsune kid. If you're that good, you should be able to steal the gun off him and bring it up here, no?"<br><br>---<br><br><strong>Name:</strong> Orc Bartender<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Jugo<br><br>Orcs didn't have a reputation for being one of the smarter races to live in Middle City, but the bartender was no moron. A man dressed like Jugo, of Japanese descent, painted up like that, had to be a member of the Kiyaburo Brotherhood, if not the head honcho. While Marc had dealt with the Brotherhood very little during his time with the Fallen, since they acted more like a subsidiary than an actual part of the demonic gang, he and all his staff knew better than to be trusting when one of them showed up. For the second time that night, the orc found money being pushed in his direction to be exchanged for information, but this time, he pushed the hundred dollar bill right back and leaned heavily on the counter. "I don't know her story, but I'm sure yours is better. What do you want with her?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: One Crew to Rule it All - Lilith's Cave (Gang HQ)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>PeacethatPowerbrings</strong> on <strong>11-04-2012, 16:27:48</strong>
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				<strong>Name:</strong> Zed<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Marc, Ayr, Jessamyne<br><br>Zed was intrigued by Marc's suggestion, but didn't know what to make of it. Either alternative sounded fun. She was about to answer when Ayr appeared. She was ambivalent toward him. He had too little mystery, but looked like he was smuggling a sausage. That didn't matter much to her, Faeries, of all creatures had an appreciation of size that didn't extend to valuing bigness and disdaining smallness, after all, pixies could be quite dangerous when angry, and they fit well into a purse. Win-win in Zed's book.<br><br>She waited until after Marc had proposed to Jess a kind if test before she leaned over to Marc to answer his question.<br><br>"Which group of skills would you like me to show?" she asked, "and where should I direct them?"<br><br>Her hand slid over onto his lap, sneaking toward his belt, fingers pulling at it slowly and teasingly. One thing that could never be said of her, or most of her family, was that they were shy. Some Fae were, but certainly not those of her variety.
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				Title: <strong>Re: One Crew to Rule it All - Lilith's Cave (Gang HQ)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vergil1989</strong> on <strong>11-04-2012, 16:51:52</strong>
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				<strong>Name;</strong>&nbsp; Demona, succubus<br><strong>Location;</strong>&nbsp; Lilith's Cave bar<br><strong>Tagged;</strong>&nbsp; Jack Mason, werewolf.&nbsp; Sila and Deejay.<br><br>Feeling her skin crawl as Charisma came over and said her peace before healing the orc of what she had done to him, the succubus still grinned as she chuckled over the whole affair.&nbsp; Holy and unholy beings didn't tend to play well together, but there were exceptions.&nbsp; Charisma she knew from her time as the girlfriend of a member of the Maidenhood, one of the few guys they allowed into the group anyway, but beyond that she knew that the angel had a tendency to move from gang to gang.&nbsp; Maybe she'd introduce the 'holier than thou' woman to a few tastes of her own sometime in the future?&nbsp; Eh, that was a thought for later though as she saw someone she truly did know enter the bar approach a fire elemental of all things.&nbsp; That was tempting fate in its own way for the same reason her and Charisma most likely wouldn't get along.&nbsp; Getting up from the bar for a moment, Demona wandered over to Deejay and Sila, grinning as she embraced the girl.&nbsp; "I didn't think I'd see you here.&nbsp; That bitch in charge chased you off as well I see.&nbsp; That's a shame Deejay.&nbsp; Why are you here though?"&nbsp; She asked, feeling quite happy to have the slime woman so close for once without a collar around her neck as well.&nbsp; Turning to Sila, Demona held out her right hand and introduced herself as she had introduced herself to Jack, revealing her true appearance for a moment before letting her human figure reform a second later.&nbsp; "So, what do you think of all this?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: One Crew to Rule it All - Lilith's Cave (Gang HQ)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>BitterSweet</strong> on <strong>11-04-2012, 18:11:19</strong>
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				tag: charisma, anyone<br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Zero</div><div class="spoiler_body"><strong>Name:</strong> Zero<br><br><strong>Age:</strong> Older than his meat suit looks.<br><br><strong>Race:</strong> Demon. He’s a bodiless creature in reality, a half-seen flicker of shadow and smoke.&nbsp; He exists in the City by wearing a ‘meat suit’ – by possessing unfortunate mortals.&nbsp; The brutal strength, unnatural speed and inhuman endurance Zero has is due to his possession of the human flesh, but eventually they break down, wear out, or just plain get boring. When that happens Zero moves on.&nbsp; He can release control over the body he's in, allowing the human mind to come forth but rarely does so. <sub>Note: I will not be possessing PCs without express permission from their player.</sub><br><br><strong>Appearance:</strong> <div class="floatright">(http://jerzygirl45.files.wordpress.com/2011/03/jason-momoa-29.jpg)</div>He’s got that animal magnetism going for him, a kind of dark handsomeness, and shiny white teeth when he smiles, wears leather and denim and knives and tattoos.&nbsp; His poor meat suit was a college boy, once, but after the fights and the tattoos, you can’t tell now.<br><br><strong>Sexual Preference:</strong> Anything that doesn’t run away fast enough.&nbsp; In other words, ommisexual.&nbsp; Really, anything, but animals are pretty boring – they don’t feel guilty.<br><br><strong>Former Gang:</strong> He’s run with the Brothers in the past (it’s a natural impulse) and done some dirty work for the Gravediggers because there’s some things even the diggers don’t want to get their hands dirty for.&nbsp; Zero’s mostly been a free agent, staying beneath the radar of the powerful, managing to mostly avoid becoming chum in a city full of sharks.&nbsp; It’s a tricky balance and maybe it’s time to hook up with someone else for awhile.<br><br><strong>Gang Position:</strong> Soldier, procurer and bookie.&nbsp; And a pimp.&nbsp; He’s done a little whoring himself, because sex for money is a great way to make someone else feel dirty and wrong.&nbsp; He’s never dealt in souls because that puts you right under the King of the Crossroads and he’s a scary, hard-ass bastard.<br><br><strong>Weapon of Choice:</strong> He likes up close and personal when someone breathes their last so he’s got a nasty set of knives, good for magic creatures and mortal alike.&nbsp; He can use a broadsword or a warhammer to crack heads but that’s only when there’s a riot – and he has a FNP90 for those days when he wants to turn someone into sauce.&nbsp; Possession - he can posses people and make them harm themselves or others.<br><br><strong>Additional Skills:</strong> Zero knows where it’s at – whether it’s an illegal shipment of magic arrowheads, or a whore for very particular … tastes, he can find a lead to get the goods.&nbsp; He’s worked as a bookie, taking bets on everything from horses to human ponies to whether this ‘end of the world’ really is or not (2012 is going to be a bust, in his opinion).&nbsp; He’s got a few ‘friends’ and fingers in a few pies and that gives him a bit of a heads-up when something important is going on or when something interesting is coming to the city.&nbsp; In the Fallen, he worked mostly as an extortionist and a fence, busting kneecaps and selling stolen dragon’s blood.&nbsp; He’s got a demon’s talent for negotiation and a good sense of when to play nice before turning nasty and knows how to run the numbers.&nbsp; He has a range of demonic talents; curse-mongering, a nose for someone wanting to sin (and figuring out the sin they’re looking for), the ability to inflict pain with a touch, and an unpleasant sensitivity to the truly pure, to sacred ground and to holy water.&nbsp; He can possess others, moving from body to body with a touch, though he prefers to stick with one favorite 'meat suit' at a time - his possession leaves the victim open to his influence, even after he's left their body - a back door, as it were.<br><br><strong>Personality:</strong> Zero isn’t a nice guy, but that’s what you get with a demon.&nbsp; He likes to push other people’s boundaries, make them cross lines they’d never imagined they could, then beg for more.&nbsp; In some ways, he’s easy going for a demon, never been high enough in the Pit to get too ambitious, happy enough to be in the City where he can run a little wild.&nbsp; He looks for the weak and the vulnerable, loves it when he can dirty up someone pure and sweet.&nbsp; Maybe that’s envy – it’s been a long time since he was clean.<br><br><strong>Bio:</strong> He managed to crawl out of the Pit a while back and that’s the most important thing he’s got going for him.&nbsp; Running with the Fallen was natural enough, and he didn’t make too many enemies there – but, demons … they’re never your friends.&nbsp; He had a little crew of his own, extorting chump change from the beastly freaks in animal town but that fell apart and he’s been on his own.<br><br><strong>Theme Song (optional):</strong> Warren Zevon:Mr. Bad Example (http://youtu.be/xfMg8xyLy7U)</div></div><br>Succubui always bought out the stupid in people and it was no different tonight.&nbsp; Zero could feel the energy in the club rise to a higher pitch as her presence stirred everyone’s lust for … various things; sex and violence, mainly.&nbsp; Zero was immune to her pheromones, he controlled his meat suit, it didn’t control him, but that didn’t mean he was immune to all her temptations.&nbsp; She was like him, crawled out of the Pit and in her case she brought her physical attributes with her.&nbsp; She’d been around for awhile, he could tell, and settled into the physicality of the Middle City – and he’d heard of her before, though never bothered to meet.&nbsp; Demons weren’t all that chummy with each other.<br><br>He recognized Jack Mason too and he laughed at the sight.&nbsp; The City was going to be getting some surprises, that’s for sure.&nbsp; The little altercation went down like a nice evening's entertainment, though there was no missing the sight of Charisma getting herself in the middle of it and Zero’s attention sharpened until she’d returned to his side.<br><br>Zero laughed, snugging an arm around Charisma’s waist and eyeing a squat dwarf that had followed the angel, hoping for a kiss himself.&nbsp; For all that Zero looked like a simple mortal, he’d mastered implying a lot more with just a glance and the dwarf sidled away, looking for easier meat.&nbsp; “It’s only going to get worse, baby,” he took the drink she’d bought him, not caring what it was, only that she’d fetched it.&nbsp; “The succubus is a hungry bitch and so’s half the crowd.&nbsp; Maybe you’ll get a chance at an orgy tonight –“Zero traced a line along Charisma’s skin, where wing and back met, when he reached her ass, he stroked her, making her dress ride up again and showing off what he had and others didn’t. He leaned close to whisper in her ear.&nbsp; She reeked of grace – her holy gift - and it made Zero’s skin crawl but his mouth water too.&nbsp; “Look at all the monsters here, I bet you’d like to have them all.”<br><br>The sight of Jugo made him stiffen, among him, the succubus and Mason, the danger level in the club had just skyrocketed.&nbsp; Zero scanned the crowd again, looking at who was here, who was the sort to throw down with some violence on a whim (Jugo, Mason and the succubus - all together like a pile of dynamite and Zero wished he had a match), and what sort of advantage he could take of the situation.&nbsp; The orc bartender and his bouncers were looking less and less happy by the minute and Zero caught a glance upstairs with interest.&nbsp; Between that and the little kitsune running errands, he’d place their potential employer up there in one of the suites.<br><br>“But don’t you worry, sweetheart,” Zero leaned and took a drink, giving Charisma a wink and a smirk.&nbsp; “I’ll protect you.”
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				Title: <strong>Re: One Crew to Rule it All - Lilith's Cave (Gang HQ)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>JuliettaRossi</strong> on <strong>11-04-2012, 19:58:27</strong>
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				Before she was even able to answer, the fae girl got closer and wanted his attention. She really didn't care one way or another. Just another woman trying too hard in a crowded bar full of men. It was the reason she didn't get along well with many females. She didn't seem to feel the need to walk around half-dressed, nor was it her duty in life to snag the next man's eye. She could take or leave them. If they wanted something more than an overly used bit of flesh, then their values had to be a little higher - and that wasn't what she was seeing tonight. Every creature in here seemed to be focused on something other than the job at hand. Not the kind of person you wanted working for you - easily distracted by a piece of ass...She should know...it's how she did a number of her jobs - distracting men with her body but only long enough to get the job done, nothing more and nothing past just a bit of touching. They were targets, not bed mates. <br><br>Jessamyne raised a brow, watching the smaller woman mess with their possible employer. If this was a 'sleep-your -way-to-the-top' position - pun intended, she wasn't gonna bother. He was nice looking...a better sight than many downstairs, but she was no prostitute. The test would come with his reaction to the fae trying to gain favor, but she had no interest in sticking around to find out what would happen in the VIP booth. Instead she turned and walked away from the booth, back toward the stairs, setting her bottle on one of the empty booth tables.<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: One Crew to Rule it All - Lilith's Cave (Gang HQ)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Revenent</strong> on <strong>11-04-2012, 20:22:02</strong>
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				<strong>Name:</strong> Marc<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Zed, Ayr, Jessamyne<br><br>Marc had some rather strange values when it came to business and pleasure. He believed that they should be kept totally separate, so no one would be grabbing any higher favor in his group just by sleeping with him. However, he also believed it was perfectly fine to have your business partners also be your pleasure partners, if they were good enough in both areas. So while he smiled a bit wider at Zed's playing around dangerously close to his lap, that didn't mean she had a higher chance of getting hired, just that he had a hire chance of bedding her later in the evening when business was over with. He glanced to the side to watch Jessamyne leave the VIP area, assuming she either wouldn't come back, or she was going to go and do the job he had asked. At least that would give him a few minutes for a pleasure break.<br><br>"It looks like you already know those answers," the nephilim spoke to Zed as she toyed with his belt, not showing the slightest bit of shyness himself. Being played with in public wasn't exactly a new experience for him. "A fairy like you is too intuitive for such easy questions."<br><br>---<br><br><strong>Name:</strong> Kitsune Bouncer<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Jessamyne<br><br>Having just gotten done dragged two and a half unconscious orcs out of the club (or rather holding up the legs while the other, much stronger orc bouncers carried them out), the lieutenant grumbled in annoyance at the scenes these criminal applicants were causing all over the club. Marc wanted him running errands for him, sending people up whenever he was ready to talk to them, but how the fuck was he supposed to get that down when these thuggish orcs and dwarves were getting into fights all over the place? It was hard enough trying to handle security on a regular night, since no one really took a five-foot-six bouncer seriously. Sighing, he took a beer from behind the bar and settled in against the rail at the base of the steps leading to the VIP deck, closing his eyes and trying to drown out the music, not too mindful of the narrow open behind the rail he was leaning against or behind the staircase, as well as the bar he was at the corner of.
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				Title: <strong>Re: One Crew to Rule it All - Lilith's Cave (Gang HQ)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>JuliettaRossi</strong> on <strong>11-04-2012, 21:01:22</strong>
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				<span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font">Charm, fluster, plain old lift or a bit of force? The possibilities were out there...She walked out of the VIP section, back down the stairs - noticing how many more had come through those doors, watching, noticing movements. The same at the bar plus a few new ones. The pornstar was back with the dreadhead...a smirk coming to her lips. It was cute how he sent her to go fetch him a drink. She wondered how long that would last.<br><br>As she took those last few step down she saw her chance...the kitsune was leaning against the edge of the railing at the base of the stairs, his tail curled upward. It would be a simple lift...She acted as if she didn't even see him, an open palm she breathed across while still behind him, sending droplets of, well...rain...down on his bandana'ed head. Not much - just a few drops - enough to distract him into looking upward for the source of the water that hit his face as she looped a finger into the trigger area of the gun, smoothly pulling it upward, back and into the waist of her jeans, lowering the back of her&nbsp; jacket over top of it. He reminded her of a little gangbanger...kinda amusing. This is what he had for the leader of his security hmmm?<br><br>She decided to play with him a little, turning on her heel and smiling playfully back at him for a few steps. The batting of long dark lashes helped as well before she turned and made her way back toward where she had been sitting at the bar. She leaned against the worn edge, arching her back slightly, in effect pushing her jean-clad bottom outward a bit as she hailed the bartender again. "Another Magners please?" She was back to business as usual.</span></span>
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				Title: <strong>Re: One Crew to Rule it All - Lilith's Cave (Gang HQ)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Katz</strong> on <strong>11-04-2012, 21:17:41</strong>
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				<div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Wade Richter - Crazy, human Assassin</div><div class="spoiler_body"><strong>Name:</strong> Wade Richter<br><br><strong>Age:</strong> 30<br><br><strong>Race:</strong> Human with alchemical and genetic alterations. Mostly faster regeneration, resistance to pain and faster reflexes.<br><br><strong>Appearance:</strong> Wade doesn't look extraordinary or does anything to make him so. Although he is very lean and muscular many parts of his body are covered in scars.<br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body">(http://www.realbollywood.com/up_images/Ryan-Reynolds155768.jpg)</div></div><br><strong>Sexual Preference:</strong> Straight.<br><br><strong>Former Gang:</strong> Been there, done that. He didn't exclusively joined one gang, but sold out his skills for the most bidding.<br><br><strong>Gang Position:</strong> Assassin, also some proficiency in alchemy and weapon smithing.<br><br><strong>Weapon of Choice:</strong> With no supernatural skill to rely on, Wade trained in nearly all available weapon classes, be it swords, rocket launchers, pistols, sniper or simply hand to hand. Although his favorite mode of attack is planting custom made claymores for his target and sniping its head of with a comfortable mile between them.<br><br><strong>Additional Skills:</strong> Like said before, he doesn't has supernatural abilities, besides his weapon skills if you want, he relies on alchemy to remedy some of that. Healing potions, narcotics, poison and any other stuff he could use, he is able to make so himself. In combination with his experience in weapons he does like to tinker around... so claymores with silverballs, bullets infused with holy water, demonic blood, garlic or whatever type of enemy he has to fight are nothing exotic for him.&nbsp; <br><br><strong>Personality:</strong> He's mostly comfortable alone, but is able to work in a team. But he has some quirks, mostly from the myriads of potions he ingested, that make him seem unreliable (if he didn't take another potion against that). Wade has some kind of moral codex, which only does make sense to him, although he seems to bend it around pretty much if he feels like. Having lost his parents to supernaturals he is not very comfortable around any of them, making his finger twitch for his guns and swords. Like an employer once said: <em>"Wade if you only could get that mouth of yours under controll..."</em> <br><br><strong>Bio:</strong> Pretty early in his life Wade lost his parents to supernaturals, foreshadowing his dark later life. Being a orphan on a street with demons, vampires and any other predators he learned to fight for himself very soon. His skill for survival and killing brought him attention from one of the few purely human companies still in business. They trained him to be a hitman and with the following years he only honed his skill in the arts. Later his employees got killed in the gang wars and so he was alone again, but this time he was one of the predators. Now he's selling out his skills as gun for hire, hitman or anything else which seems fit to his abilities. <br><br><strong>Theme Song (optional):</strong><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body"> Creedence Clearwater Revival - Fortunate Son (Battlefield: Bad Company 2 - Vietnam Soundtrack) (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=kQucy_VwcEE#)</div></div></div></div><br>Wade waited some hours on the rooftop of the building opposite to the club before he made his decision. <br><div class="floatleft"><span class="bbc_u">"Oh man, that's stupid I tell you, you saw that man?"</span></div> <div class="floatright"><span class="bbc_u">"Yes I did."</span></div> <br><div class="floatleft"><span class="bbc_u">"That is one fucked up puppy."</span></div><div class="floatright"> <span class="bbc_u">"Ein Werwolf? Silver bullet, high explosive grenades and a good measure of napalm, nothing to bad." </span></div><br><div class="floatleft"><span class="bbc_u">"And the succubi?"</span></div> <div class="floatright"><span class="bbc_u">"Holy water and cold metal sword?"</span></div> <br><div class="floatleft"><span class="bbc_u">"And all at once?"</span></div><div class="floatright"><span class="bbc_u"> "How about the rocket launcher or our flamethrower?"</span></div> <br><div class="floatleft"><span class="bbc_u">"Wouldn't do anything against the elemental."</span></div><div class="floatright"> <span class="bbc_u">"Sucks... hey we have a super soaker back in our apartment!" </span></div><br><div class="floatleft"><span class="bbc_u">"Hmmmm that's a good idea!"</span></div> <div class="floatright"><span class="bbc_u">"Yeah!"</span></div><br><br>After arguing with himself some more minutes he finally got down and entered the club, to his great pleasure the bouncer didn't even found a quarter of the weapons he has on himself, also no one saw him planting some explosives all around the club. Waiting in a corner to have his eyes adjust to the change in light he looked around, making notes to the various peoples inside. <br><br><div class="floatleft"><span class="bbc_u">"You wouldn't believe it, one small package of semtex and you could take out a combined bounty of over 30 Million bucks." </span></div><div class="floatright"><span class="bbc_u">"Yeah.... where do we have our explosives?" </span></div><br><div class="floatleft"><span class="bbc_u">"Uhm... I think you used it all up last time with the Angels."</span></div> <div class="floatright"><span class="bbc_u">"Oh ... hmmmm roasted chicken."</span></div><br><br>Still not comfortable around here he orders a beer puts some of his pills in it and swallows it whole. <br><br><div class="floatleft"><span class="bbc_u">"This business smells like revolution."</span></div> <div class="floatright"><span class="bbc_u">"Since when do you have anything against revolution?"</span></div><br><div class="floatleft"><span class="bbc_u">"Nothing but you used up all our semtex, so how should we make stuff go boom?"</span></div> <div class="floatright"><span class="bbc_u">"Hmmmmm..."</span></div><br><div class="floatleft"><span class="bbc_u">"You still think of roasted chicken?"</span></div> <div class="floatright"><span class="bbc_u">"Yup."</span></div><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: One Crew to Rule it All - Lilith's Cave (Gang HQ)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>PeacethatPowerbrings</strong> on <strong>11-04-2012, 22:10:17</strong>
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				<br><strong>Name:</strong> Zed<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Marc, Ayr, Jessamyne<br><br>Zed smiled. She hadn't really wanted to ruin a perfectly nice evening with gunfire. Aside from the fact that the place was a powerkeg already, it was a more messy time than she was in the mood for. Zed really didn't have a mind to manipulate him with sex, mostly because she doubted if she could. There was a particular personality that would resist her charms, no, if he had ever been her project, it would've been a hit, not a fuck.<br><br>As it was, she was happy enough to try to dull the insatiable Fae sex drive, for a little while. She'd been born as a natural nymphomaniac, with the soul of her mother, and all her memories. Her formative years had been hell.<br><br>She slid over to close the distance between her and Marc, snuggling up to him. Then, smoothly, she slid under the table, and knelt between his legs. Her hands went to work, unbuckling his belt, and unzipping his fly, a slim Fae hand reaching into expose his cock. While she leaned forward and swallowed his length, breeding and profession holding her in good stead thus far, a second version of her appeared beside him. Such illusions were her stock and trade, but while she was enjoying herself, she didn't see any reason for him not to have something to look at.<br><br>The second version of her appeared very much solid, and was, to the touch. She was, however, not talkative, and wouldn't take much in the way of damage before vanishing into the Fae magic of which she was composed. This version of her undid her corset, and bared her breasts, beckoning for him to touch her.<br><br>If there was any question as to why the Maidenhood had employed her in the revenue collection department, her present position shoudl've gone a long way to explaining, as to why she'd left, well, that would have to remain, for the moment, an open question.
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				Title: <strong>Re: One Crew to Rule it All - Lilith's Cave (Gang HQ)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheVariableX</strong> on <strong>11-04-2012, 22:18:19</strong>
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				Charisma<br><strong>Location</strong>: Sitting on a couch beside Zero<br><strong>Tags</strong>: Zero<br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Charisma Fairchild (Angel)</div><div class="spoiler_body"><div class="floatright">(http://www.krasa.by/assets/images/news/Escada_Desire_Me_13.jpg)<div align="center"><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>But... you know, with wings.</em></span></div> </div><strong>Name:</strong> Charisma Fairchild<br><br><strong>Age:</strong> 25<br><br><strong>Race:</strong> Angel<br><br><strong>Appearance:</strong>&nbsp; Charisma is gorgeous; a pure and flawless classical beauty.&nbsp; Her skin has the color of veinless white marble, being just a touch of grey and pink off true colorlessness.&nbsp; Her face is finely sculpted and even she is occasionally distracted by her own beauty, especially her extremely alluring eyes.&nbsp; Her hair is dyed a gentle brown from its natural lustrous blonde.&nbsp; Charisma's wings are large and formed of white feathers. <br><br><strong>Sexual Preference:</strong> Prefers strong alpha male bad boy types.&nbsp; She likes her men rough, almost violent, and sometimes more than one at a time.&nbsp; She will sleep with women when instructed, and might make out with another woman to attract a man, as if it would be needed.&nbsp; She is an exhibitionist.&nbsp; She is also working on being submissive sexually, but most of her recent boyfriends have just held her down and pounded her into submission, which isn't quite what she is dreaming of.<br><br><strong>Former Gang:</strong> No prior gang affiliation, though she will have been seen in many different gang hangouts, usually lounging against some thugs car or being pumped full of alcohol.<br><br><strong>Gang Position:</strong> Charisma's most potent gift is the ability to heal others with a laying of hands.&nbsp; She is employed as a nurse, finds work as a nude model for projects of artistic integrity.&nbsp; <br><br><strong>Weapon of Choice:</strong> Aside from her healing magic and a few night classes of self defense, she could probably spray and pray with a sub machine gun, but she isn't a fighter.<br><br><strong>Additional Skills:</strong> Healing touch, flight, knowledge of hospitals and modern medicine commensurate with her training as a nurse, Daddy's demon lawyer on speed dial.<br><br><strong>Personality:</strong> <em>I'm going to wait on this.&nbsp; </em>&nbsp; Kind hearted, aloof, attracted to self-destruction.<br><br><strong>Bio:</strong> Charisma was raised in a good home, and a religious one.&nbsp; Her rich parents sent her to a good college, but her innate ability to heal made her a bit lazy, and instead of graduating as a doctor to please her parents, she settled on becoming a nurse.&nbsp; Charisma enjoys her job, and enjoys healing people.&nbsp; She used to do a lot of charity work and was an upstanding if naive member of the angel community.&nbsp; She doesn't say what happened, but at some point Charisma developed a lusting for big cock and controlling men.&nbsp; She flew from one bad boyfriend to another, and most had various gang ties.&nbsp; Charisma has gone beyond flirting with bad boys from the wrong side of town and is now in a noticeable downward spiral.<br><br><strong>Theme Song (optional):</strong> To be decided</div></div><br>Charisma nods when Zero says things are going to get worse.&nbsp; The place is already sporting such an odd mix of characters, if some moron starts a real fight, who knows what could happen.&nbsp; Charisma sips her own drink and sets it down on the armrest of the couch.&nbsp; She snuggles in beside Zero, tucking her wings up over the rear of the couch again.&nbsp; <br><br>The angel blushes when her demonic boyfriend voices the possibility of an orgy.&nbsp; She shakes her head and sips her juice again.&nbsp; "No, I don't think so.&nbsp; I could never do it with a demon.&nbsp; Not, like, a demon demon, you know?"&nbsp; <br><br>When Zero strokes the corded muscles where her wings join her back, Charisma smiles and her wings give a small involuntary flutter.&nbsp; It makes her blush.&nbsp; Her boyfriends, or more generally those who had fucked her to orgasm, knew she fluttered around like a wounded bird when she came.&nbsp; When Zero strokes Charisma's ass and causes her skirt to slip up her thighs, Charisma shifts position.&nbsp; Her legs are up beside her on the couch, but she can still open them and flash her tiny white thong at anyone who cares to look, which she does, being a very scandalous angel.&nbsp; <br><br>Charisma's cheeks redden further when Zero suggests she was lusting after the sub-angels in the bar.&nbsp; "Well... I do enjoy... orcs."&nbsp; Charisma whispers this to Zero very quietly as it shames her far more than admitting even a Satyr lover.&nbsp; "Or at least, I have.&nbsp; I've actually done... uh... four people in here, counting you."&nbsp; Charisma turns her head and kisses her boyfriend on the lips.&nbsp; "Aren't I just a dirty leg opening angel-slut?" &nbsp;She whispers seductively.&nbsp; <br><br>When Zero stiffens after seeing something, she backs off a little. &nbsp;"Is something wrong?"&nbsp; She hoped he would look out for her, that was one of the few things a man is good for.&nbsp; In the event of a fight, Charisma knows now to be grabbing at her boyfriend like a frightened child.
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				Title: <strong>Re: One Crew to Rule it All - Lilith's Cave (Gang HQ)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Metalzephyr</strong> on <strong>11-04-2012, 23:12:03</strong>
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				<strong>Name:</strong> Nick Voss (Satyr)<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Rutilus, Jessamyne<br><br>Nick snorted slightly, eyes opening in a bit of surprise, but darkening as the centaur presumed to know what kinda shit Nick had been through.<br><strong>"Well, aren't you just a fuckin saint."</strong> he shook his head as the surprise faded, eyes on the floor as he smiled through the dismissive gesture. Looking back the the centaur, his eyes had hardened in their look. <strong>"If you don't like the game, then maybe you shouldn't try to be a player. See that guy?" </strong> he pointed to Jack as he spoke, <strong>"He made his play, and you know what happened to him. This ain't a city for saints and heroes, centaur. It's a shithole with a few too many guns and runes thrown in."</strong> he knocked back the last of his drink.<br><br><strong>"Now, I'd rather not have a nice little chat about the <em>'good ol' days'</em> with the herd, especially since you ain't seem to have half a lick about the shit that goes on outside of your precious clan politics. You seem like a smart kid, but if you keep acting like your too good for this business, someone who <em>isn't </em>is gonna end up filling that gold heart of yours with lead or steel."</strong> Nick grunted slightly as he stood away from the bar, leaving a bill behind. <strong>"Next drink is on me. While you have it, think over whether this is the kinda place you wanna be, and the kinda people you wanna be around."</strong> he gestured widely to the room, from the beaten orcs to the gangbanger kitsune, from the legs-spread angel to the two elementals in their stand-off. <strong>"This is JUST my kinda hell, is it yours?"</strong> he grunted again as he turned away, walking away from the centaur.<br><br><hr><br>For a moment, Nick began to head for Charisma, drawn to her for the same reasons he had been all those months ago, even without thinking. With a slight snort he shook his head free of it, instead taking a look around. He thought he could smell a corpse, an old one... and felt his hair stand on end. Vamps were the one thing he never got used to. Hell demons were less creepy in his books (most of the time). But what caught his eye was an elf, one who had already been upstairs and back. Deciding it was about time he found out more about their potential employer, like a professional ought to, he approached her.<br><br>Even with the job on the mind, it was hard for the horned man not to notice the way her jean clad bottom thrust out on the seat as he walked up to the seat beside her, settling himself down on it carefully. <strong>"So. I saw you went up to see this mysterious 'employer'."</strong> he attempted to pay for her drink as the bartender returned, in a time-honored tradition of bribery for information. Between professionals, of course. He didn't look directly at her as he spoke. While he might find her lithe form of interest, it didn't really pertain to his purposes for the moment. He wasn't expecting much, used to elves generally thinking of him as a thug not worth their time, but if believed all stereotypes were right, well, he'd believe that too, <em>and</em> wouldn't even try approaching her.
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				Title: <strong>Re: One Crew to Rule it All - Lilith's Cave (Gang HQ)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>BitterSweet</strong> on <strong>11-04-2012, 23:50:29</strong>
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				name: zero<br>location: bar: lower to upper level<br>tags: charisma, revenent<br>**<br>Zero bites her lip a little when she kisses him, as sharp little pain to go with his soft voice. “You sure are a dirty little thing,” though, if she stayed with him, she’d be dirtier still. He’d make sure of it.&nbsp; “I’m surprised your pussy is still tight after taking a ride on an orc cock. Then again, you do heal up nicely.”<br><br>With his head against Charisma’s, he looked over the bar again – some folks were drifting towards the doors, getting a whiff of the violence in the air.&nbsp; “There’s a joke that starts with ‘A Demon, a Wolf and a Vampire walk into a bar and the punchline is ‘BOOM!’”&nbsp; <br><br>Zero stood, bringing Charisma with him and headed towards the stairs. “It’s only funny if you aren’t in range.&nbsp; C’mon, we’re going upstairs.&nbsp; Play a little drunk for me.”<br><br>Zero figured he could use Charisma to get past the kitsune watching the stairs. “My girl’s a little tipsy, man,” he told the wanna-be tough guy, giving a little shrug and a horn-dog grin, a guy who’d never thought he’d be lucky enough to get inside an angel’s skirts was getting his chance with one too drunk to know better.&nbsp; “Just want to get out of the crowd, y’know?”
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				Title: <strong>Re: One Crew to Rule it All - Lilith's Cave (Gang HQ)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>CarnivalOfTheGoat</strong> on <strong>12-04-2012, 00:08:11</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://www.rankopedia.com/CandidatePix/94914.gif)</div>Name: Deejay<br>Tagged: Sila, Demona<br><br>Sila's cold voice seems mirrored by an odd, almost predatory warmth in Deejay's glassy-clear expression. The water elemental's smile widens as she drinks in the fire elemental's discomfort; her own inhumanly liquid features show more feeling than Sila's current mortal face...Except, of course, for the prickling chill of Sila's pale skin and the incandescent fury in the fire elemental's eyes.<br><br>Nixie, Ondine, whatever name one might know her kind by, there's no doubt that Deejay is enjoying this moment.<br><br>She reaches over the bar in front of Sila, one delicate curve beneath her soaking-wet hoodie lightly brushing the back of the fire elemental's shoulder. The same transparent fingers which a moment before had playfully grasped for Sila's missing leash make a beckoning gesture at a jar of olives on the bar, and the brine within obediently spits a pair of the velvety purple fruit up and into Deejay's watery palm. <br><br>Deejay glances back to Sila, rolling the dark orbs slowly between her fingers, tasting their saltiness against her palm as she lingers against the bar, not quite close enough to kiss but well into what anyone other than a succubus would consider personal space.<br><br>"You were such a smart little wildfire, slipping your leash before they tried to hang you with it." She sighs, a soft hiss like distant rain beginning to fall. "Clever, pretty flame." Deejay's watery palm takes on a faintly brown tint as she absorbs olive juice and brine, and a ripple of tension wrinkles her glassy-smooth brow.<br><br>"My sister Glissan is dispersed. Your element-brother Vasimir has been snuffed out, if you haven't heard. Krondnir is lifeless stone, and noone has heard from Whisper or her breeze-siblings for days. The only elemental powers still within the Maidenhood..." For a moment the black olives are clenched in the nixie's delicate fist, dark juices diffusing into her hand, "...Are the ones in new-forged chains."<br><br>For a moment the gaze Deejay focuses on Sila is as stormy as Sila's is fiery. "You can think me guilty or not, but Caileen wanted us all free. That makes whoever destroyed the Maidenhood's trust in us...And whoever killed her...Our enemy."<br><br>"And the enemy of my enemy...Is my enemy's enemy. But it's a start." Deejay murmurs, lifting the dark olives to her glistening mouth. She smiles over the pair of salty fruit, the club's lighting casting rainbow prisms through almost invisible emulations of teeth sculpted in flowing water. "We <em>are</em> more alike than not. We could be sisters save for one thing...Certainly <em>we</em> have more in common with each other than with <em>those</em>." One delicate shoulder drifts to indicate the hustling orcish bartender. <br><br>"And if you're here because you're more comfortable with someone holding your leash than not, well..." Deejay smiles over the slightly damaged olives, squeezing the two rounds together, then sliding the glassy slenderness of her sinuous tongue slithering in an obscenely sensual and liquid gesture along the salty divide between the two plump, dark rounds. "I doubt either of us could truly force the other to do something she didn't want to. But it can be such fun to pretend, can't it? And as allies, we would each deal best with that which is the greatest threat to the other." A glimmering sheen of falling water erases the sculpted form of one colorless eye for a moment, a ripple or a wink, who can tell?<br><br>The moment breaks as Demona curls an arm around Deejay, and the elemental stiffens for a moment, almost effervescing at that touch, then relaxes, not pulling away. "Chased me off? Set me up, somebody. They killed Caileen, put all my little trademarks down." Her glassine face stiffens into a scowl. "Except I wouldn't have been half that sloppy. And I'd have left if they'd told me to kill her." One of the long flowing tendrils of living water that swirls down from Deejay's head like a ponytail idly drapes itself across Demona's shoulder, seeming comforted now that the demoness is here. <br><br>"Demona, this pretty ball of fire is called Sila. Least that's how we were introduced when we were in the Maidenhood. But you know, fire and water..." The nixie smiles humorlessly. "She had the sense to get out before things got nasty...Sila. Demona." She inclines her head suddenly at the succubus, looking a bit skeptical, although it's difficult to tell where those water-sculpted eyes are truly looking...Particularly since they're just a convenience of form to a being of water living among humanoids. "Wicked thing, you weren't deliberately making me feel all aggressively...<em>Steamy</em>...when you were coming up behind me a moment ago, were you? I'm here for work, assuming I'm not the work in question, and to try to find old allies, before ex-allies find me."
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				Title: <strong>Re: One Crew to Rule it All - Lilith's Cave (Gang HQ)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>JuliettaRossi</strong> on <strong>12-04-2012, 00:22:35</strong>
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				Name: Jessamyne<br>Location: bar<br>Tags: Nick Voss (&amp; Revenent)<br><br><span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font">The orc brought another amber bottle to the bar, the top popped in front of her before sliding it across the bar top toward her without bothering to ask if she needed a glass. She already fished out payment for it, but the satyr slid onto the stool beside where she stood and held up payment between her own and the orc's large hand. The bartender looked at her, waiting for the nod from her as she pushed the bills back into her pocket. She took a long sip of the cold crisp liquid before glancing sideways at the satyr with a slight grin. He was looking for information in the wrong place. She had no love-loss for satyrs, but she also had no real liking for them. They went hand-in-hand of sorts for elves. Not so much anymore these days...but she remembered the past... The races were out of the forest and into the cities now though.<br><br><em>"No...you saw me go upstairs. That's all you saw."</em> She raised a brow slightly to him, leaning her side against the bar, her eyes toward the kitsune. She was going to have to go back up and have a reason for it. <em>"Unfortunately I have no information for you other than what I've heard about our 'mysterious employer'...Thanks for the drink though..."</em> She smiled playfully to him before pushing from the bar, drink in hand as she walked back toward the stairs, her hips swaying slightly as she walked.<br><br>The kitsune wasn't moving from the base of the stairs. <em>"He's expecting me..." </em></span></span>
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				Title: <strong>Re: One Crew to Rule it All - Lilith's Cave (Gang HQ)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vergil1989</strong> on <strong>12-04-2012, 00:35:47</strong>
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				<strong>Name;</strong>&nbsp; Demona, succubus<br><strong>Location;</strong>&nbsp; Lilith's Cave bar<br><strong>Tagged;</strong>&nbsp; Jack Mason, Sila, and Deejay.<br><br>Drowning Jenny only to her close friends, Demona gently stroked a hand across the water elemental's back.&nbsp; It truly was good to see her again, regardless of how things might have gone down back at their old HQ.&nbsp; She hadn't heard what her old friend had said to Sila, but considering how elementals of opposing forces didn't normally get along, and DJ's own personality, Demona could have taken a few guesses.&nbsp; She knew what the Maidenhood had been doing to the elementals and had even tried to put a stop to it a few times, but like everything else before, their leader had put her foot down hard.&nbsp; Now the damage was done and her friend was paying the price for a crime she hadn't committed.&nbsp; "I knew before you told me Deejay."&nbsp; She replied sadly, glad for the stool as she sat down and got comfortable, looking her friend in her...she hoped her face and sighed heavily.&nbsp; "I had my own problems to deal with though since the new boss didn't like me at all.&nbsp; I don't know, truly, what I might have done to earn her ire, but whatever it was it lasted for nearly ten years straight.&nbsp; All that aside, I know you couldn't have done what they said you did for that very reason that you yourself stated DJ.&nbsp; You couldn't kill Caileen any sooner than I could have hurt you, and for a demon like me to say that means quite a bit."<br><br>When introduced to Sila, the succubus nodded and held out her free hand without ever letting go of DJ's shoulders, being polite as well as supportive to DJ, polite to Sila.&nbsp; All that aside, she still hated one of her few close friends having a hard time of it and snapped her fingers, summoning her briefcase to the bar in front of the water elemental.&nbsp; "On the house for after you meet up with our mysterious benefactor.&nbsp; Take any of them you like dear heart, but only one.&nbsp; I've been out of a home and the Maidenhood cut off my considerable assets I had gained over the years.&nbsp; How they pulled that off I'm still trying to figure out.&nbsp; And to your question, no I was not.&nbsp; I'm wounded you'd even think such a thing of me."&nbsp; She teased, but she did lean in and whisper into DJ's ear a moment later.&nbsp; "I was however attempting such a thing to the werewolf over at the other end of the bar.&nbsp; He's stronger of will than he looks though."&nbsp; She directed her friend's gaze towards Jack and grinned before pulling away, but she didn't let her hand fall away just yet.&nbsp; "Six thousand years old and you'd think nothing would surprise me anymore.&nbsp; But all this mystery is practically giving me goosebumps of excitement.&nbsp; Whoever this new guy is, or gal, they have got to be powerful or foolish to have gathered so many people like us in one place without fear of us burning the city down in the process."
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				Title: <strong>Re: One Crew to Rule it All - Lilith's Cave (Gang HQ)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Metalzephyr</strong> on <strong>12-04-2012, 00:38:02</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://i1232.photobucket.com/albums/ff375/Zwraith/For%20RP/Nick.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Nick Voss (Satyr)<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Jessamyne<br><br>The Satyr smiled a little as she accepted the offering, glad someone remembered how to act like a proper criminal around here.<br><br>He listened closely, but found the opportunity to respond was stolen by a playful smile as she left the bar. He managed a mock salute before she turned away, but could otherwise only smile right back. Turning his head, he followed her with his eyes, chuckling slightly in appreciation of her slightly swaying hips, and the pleasing view it offered. He kept an eye on her until she disappeared from view above, finding himself rather impressed with the elf. She had been straight with him he suspected, if not terribly forthcoming with the information she had learned herself before arriving. But, he figured, he just hadn't asked the right question.<br><br>Nick brooded on the elf for a moment as he looked back at the bartop. He supposed most of them didn't deserve the rep, and he'd heard stories from his ancient and greying grandfather, a long time ago now, about how the two races had come from the woods together. As long lived as they were though, Satyr's hardly held a candle to the lifespan of an elf, and he suspected, there were still plenty of the knife-ears that could remember when satyrs were called ally and friend, rather than 'beastman' and 'thug'. Or else, at least plenty who had heard stories from those who had. Smirking to himself, the Satyr ordered his third beer of the evening, feeling only the faintest tickle of a buzz in the back of his thick skull.
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				Title: <strong>Re: One Crew to Rule it All - Lilith's Cave (Gang HQ)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>summoner2183</strong> on <strong>12-04-2012, 00:46:08</strong>
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				Name:Rutilus<br>Tagging: ANyone at the Bar<br><br>Rutilus was surprised at the satyr's vehement tone but then shrugged as he saw Nick walk away. While he didn't really care about what the satyr thought, since he knew he was not a bleeding heart and he had killed many opponents in the gang wars in the past. He was no saint as he had raped and murdered opposing factions troops, even though his body count was far less than the more decorated members of his former gang.<br><br>But he also had morals and a personal code of honor, and if others did not like them, screw them all. He then asked the bouncer for another drink while he watched the conversation between an undine, a fire elemental and the succubus earlier. They seemed to belong to the Maidenhood... or at least used to belong there. As he listened, he found himself agreeing silently to the succubus's words... this new leader of the gang that ran this place must be quite powerful if he took the risk of gathering people that used to belong to opposing factions in one place... a potential powder keg in his opinion.
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				Title: <strong>Re: One Crew to Rule it All - Lilith's Cave (Gang HQ)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Pink Professional</strong> on <strong>12-04-2012, 01:55:16</strong>
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				Name: Jack 'Jekyll' Price.<br>Tags: Demona, Bartender, Jugo, Kitsune Bouncer<br><br>_________<br><br>Seeing the Succubus' special trick, involving sucking most of an Orc's essence with a kiss, left Jack in the confusing state of Curiosity, wariness and downright dogged lust (Pun intended). His emotional conflict was interrupted as the bartender started to raise a fuss at his actions against the orcs. Maybe it had been an overreaction, but Jack Mason, The 'Jekyll' and the man who had forced the Brother's Fallen into such a desperate situation, didn't simply back down. His options were great, but kicking the orc's ass, whilst tempting and well within his powers, wasn't the option he liked. Showing off was one thing, but causing chaos was not his style. Especially considering what he owed to the man who owned the club. Jack sighed as he turned to the orc. "Listen, I'm pretty sure you know that I've been in a tiny, windowless cell for the greater part of 11 years, see my perspective; That is 10 years without a beer, 10 years without a woman to keep me company, 10 years without being able to see the night sky: To a Dog like me, that's like losing your right hand." The words were showed off another side to the man. Not the wild beast that had just levelled two of the biggest orcs in the room, but the thinker who came before and the man, soul and all. Jack pulled out a wallet, dropping several 100 bills on the bar. It was obviously far too much for the drinks. More like a reconciliation. The closest Jack was likely to give as an apology. He shouted over to Demona: "I'm sure I'll sniff you out later, my dear."<br><br>"Wolf Man Jack, what a surprise this is. Finding you here, out of jail so soon." The voice was unfamiliar to Jack, as he turned to see its owner, he was greeting by the stench of must and cologne. The scent was fake though, his senses told him what the true stink was, a vampire's stench. Ancient and dusty: Like a musty tome. The man was heavily Asian, and being a vampire, it came to reason that he was a member of the Brother's fallen's subsidiary group, The Kiyaburo Brotherhood. Jack had done a brief amount of research on them, when he ran with his own gang. Looking for allies: He hadn't found a reason to trust any of them, but he hadn't made an enemy of them. "It seems someone wants to hold my leash, if only temporarily. When someone springs me from Jail, I'm certainly going to be thankful enough to meet them." The Vampire left quickly enough, although as time passed, Jack felt more eyes settle upon him. The tension was not to his liking.<br><br>Jack, seemingly unaffected by the fact his clothes had been ruined by his rapid transformation, decided that leaving the floor would be most advantageous. The attention he was receiving was starting to leave a bad taste in his mouth. The last time he got this popular, it led to him getting arrested. His eyes settled on a Kitsune, waiting at the base of a set of stairs. The man's scent was oddly appealing. Not as a mate would be, but as a pack brother. Maybe it was simply that they both bore similarities to the Canine family: Impossible to tell. Jack moved over to him, looking slightly down, literally, not metaphorically, at the Bouncer. "I think someone is waiting to meet me. People don't spring people from Jail for funsies."<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: One Crew to Rule it All - Lilith's Cave (Gang HQ)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Revenent</strong> on <strong>12-04-2012, 02:42:33</strong>
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				<strong>Name:</strong> Kitsune Bouncer<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Jessamyne, Zero, Charisma, Jack<br><br>One had to wonder what Marc saw in the young kit gangbanger to give him saw much responsibility, as he didn't even flinch as the elven thief skillfully lifted his gun away from his belt, too concerned with the mysterious water that was dripping on his face and making him worry if there was a leak in the ceiling. When he satisfied that it must have just been some pixie playing a trick or something, he looked over to his right and saw the same elf he had just sent upstairs a few moments ago, now smiling at him for some reason. He couldn't help but smile in return and give her a little wave, finding her pretty hot, even if she looked a little older than him (which wasn't saying much, since kits tended to look rather young well into their thirties).<br><br>He was just eyeing up that luscious round bottom of hers when some guy who looked like he could lift the kit with one finger came swaggering up with a drunk-looking angel, as if that was all that you needed to be a VIP. While he certainly envied the big fellow for getting his hands on such a "heavenly" piece of ass, he stepped in the demon's way and tried to stare him down, which he had to get a couple steps higher to actually manage. "Back off. No one in the VIP section unless the boss calls them up. Tonight's kind of a special night, if you didn't notice," he stated, his "tough guy" look faltering as he was suddenly alert enough to realize his gun was gun. "What the fuck?!" he hissed under his breath as he patted the spot where it was before, hoping it was just a prankster and not some lunatic who would turn it on him or Marc. <br><br>At that point, he wasn't really in the mood to continue playing bouncer (or more accurately, as some had probably noticed by now, secretary), but it seemed it was just then that everyone suddenly decided that they wanted to go upstairs whether they were called or not. Since Jessamyne had already been called up before, he just took her for her word and waved her up without saying anything, having no clue that he could have reached out and grabbed his gun off of her as she walked past. When Jack came up, another person who could probably kick the pint-sized gangbanger's ass in a heartbeat, the kitsune started to get a bit more frustrated. "Fucking look, I'll let you know when the boss calls you up, alright?! Not everyone can go up at once!"<br><br>---<br><br><strong>Name:</strong> Marchosias<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Zed, Ayr<br><br>Blissfully unaware of the stress his newest lieutenant was under, Marc kept that same aloof, knowing smile on his face even as the beautiful fairy freed his suitably massive cock from the constrains of his silk pants, the low table centered in front of the booth giving them no privacy whatsoever (not that he was concerned). A hand slid to caress her beautiful auburn hair as gently as one would a flower, finding grace even in the way she slid his thick length between her lips and sucked deeply of him, his natural musk containing pheromones of its own to drive her. She was doing in an incredibly job, no doubt, having likely decades of skill working men to climax inside her mouth, but Marc's face betrayed nothing more than he wanted it to, which was just a slight smile of approval.<br><br>When a copy of her appeared right alongside him in the booth, he gladly took hold of her breasts while the original still sucked him off, feeling their size and shape and wondering just how they compared to the real ones. "She seems to be showing you up," he said jokingly to archon who had also claimed to have "physical" skills, wondering what the elf would think if she came back up right now. She hadn't seemed to look too kindly on the fairy the first time she had come up here.
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				Title: <strong>Re: One Crew to Rule it All - Lilith's Cave (Gang HQ)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>JuliettaRossi</strong> on <strong>12-04-2012, 03:09:50</strong>
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				Name: Jessamyne<br>Location: stairs/VIP room<br>Tagged: Marc, anyone else in the immediate area ;p<br><span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font"><br>Jessamyne turned her body as she walked by the kitsune, her front to him as she smiled sweetly to him for letting her past - she almost considered planting a kiss on his cheek...almost. Little did he know his gun was tucked along with hers in the waist of her jeans. A glance over her shoulder, back toward the bar, caught the satyr still watching her. That made her grin. She disappeared up the stairs, into the VIP section as the head of security turned away the angel and demon, amusing her further.<br><br>She walked back toward the booth the, well...now...three were sitting at while the fae was under the table showing off apparently some kind of aptitude for sucking up. Jessa walked to the edge of the table, pulling the kitsune's gun out and sliding it across the table toward the 'mysterious employer.' Yes, one had to wonder why he chose the waifish little boy for security detail. He'd probably be better served being sold on the street. <em>"He does know it's missing though...now..."</em></span></span>
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				Title: <strong>Re: One Crew to Rule it All - Lilith's Cave (Gang HQ)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheVariableX</strong> on <strong>12-04-2012, 06:13:47</strong>
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				Charisma<br><strong>Location</strong>: on the stairs<br><strong>Tags</strong>: Zero, Bouncer<br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">previously</div><div class="spoiler_body"><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">Zero stood, bringing Charisma with him and headed towards the stairs. “It’s only funny if you aren’t in range.&nbsp; C’mon, we’re going upstairs.&nbsp; Play a little drunk for me.”<br><br>Zero figured he could use Charisma to get past the kitsune watching the stairs. “My girl’s a little tipsy, man,” he told the wanna-be tough guy, giving a little shrug and a horn-dog grin, a guy who’d never thought he’d be lucky enough to get inside an angel’s skirts was getting his chance with one too drunk to know better.&nbsp; “Just want to get out of the crowd, y’know?”</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div></div></div><br>Charisma rests in Zero's arms and agaisnt his chest.&nbsp; She tucks her wings in as close as she can, but they still fan out behind her quite a bit.&nbsp; She lets Zero do all the talking, just mummbling "Wow... I'm, like, totally wasted." Her thighs rub together and her breasts risk slipping from her plunging club dress.
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				Title: <strong>Re: One Crew to Rule it All - Lilith's Cave (Gang HQ)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ironwolf85</strong> on <strong>12-04-2012, 07:20:30</strong>
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				Ayr Fairfang<br><strong>Tag:</strong> Zed, Marc<br>"and that's why I told him to buy a new one, poor guy, did he even have it holstered properly? or was he distracted by your lovely body my sweet elf." Ayr smiled slyly, the kitsune had some potental and he'd taken a liking to his new co-horts. he was sitting there watching the "Audition" and while he'd thought about grabbing the duplicate and joining the fun that would have been bad form especally with the trouble brewing downstairs if the ruckas was anything to indicate. his sensitive ears couldn't make out everything but there was obvious tension on the floor. He looked over to Marc who was throughly lost between the breasts and lips of the nymph, by his own accord from the look of things.<br>"they are getting antsy down there you might want to interview and enjoy her "Talents" at the same time." he motioned to the floor, the last thing the Archon needed was to loose a job so close to the beginning.<br>"and for the record against beastmen you need the type Rocksalt and Silver tends to work for most of them, dwarves just require a slightly higher calibur being stocky and tough, same ammo calibur as a orc."
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				Title: <strong>Re: One Crew to Rule it All - Lilith's Cave (Gang HQ)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>DomShark</strong> on <strong>12-04-2012, 08:39:03</strong>
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				<strong>Name:</strong> Jugo Kiyaburo<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Jack Mason, Orc Bartender, Zero, Charisma, Annul, Kitsune Valet, Demona, Sila, Marc, DeeJay.<br><br>It seemed that Jack Mason had no interest in having a drink bought for him by someone from the Fallen, and Jugo could understand why. Of course, it wouldn't be long before word spread about Jack, that was the trouble with notoriety. Surely word would get back to The Board, and when they asked, it was up to him what light he painted this little encounter in. When Jack turned his back on him, Jugo smiled. He imagined Jack as a large, lycan pinata, that if he struck just right, before he had a chance to react, gold coins and cash bounties would spring forth until the entire ground floor was knee deep in wealth. He even scoffed a bit when Jack mentioned someone wanting to hold his leash, knowing how that had worked out for the last "Leash Holders" in Jack's life. There was a reason that most of the Fallen wanted him dead instead of wanting him back. Jack was a living time bomb, rigged to go off every time the moon grew full.<br><br>There is no honor in killing from behind. Jugo reminded himself, turning back to the bar. <br><br>Jugo stared at the brutish orc with his mouth hanging slightly agape, as if utterly astounded when he returned without either of the drinks he'd ordered and slid the money back to him, answering a question with a question. It seemed that the orc had confused payment for the drinks and a generous tip with a bribe for information. The truth was, Jugo already knew everything he needed to know about Drowning Jenny. She was valuable to those that pulled the strings and he was their means of acquiring her. Nothing else mattered.<br><br>Picking up the bill, Jugo folded it sharply in half, hand moving in a blur to show a hint of his true speed and slid the bill slowly back across the bar. If he wanted to make an example of his incorruptible loyalty to an outfit that didn't even exactly exist yet, he'd have his chance, but this wasn't it.<br><br>"For the drinks, you know: from the bar, that you're tending? You are a bartender, are you not?" Jugo sighed, exasperation sinking deeply into his tone of voice as he shook his head and placed the briefcase on the bar, flipping it open and reaching inside to pull out a crisp bundle of hundreds, bound by an official bank note, evaluating the value as $10,000. "That, is what a bribe looks like, see the difference? Why don't you take that up to whoever's 'Dog and Pony Show' this is? Tell him that it's his if he can spare ten minutes of his time. Then you come let me know what he says."<br><br>Jugo hoped that his little pitch was enough to get him a bag of alcoholic blood, or at least a regular donor sack. Then again, he doubted many of his nocturnal brethren would be caught anywhere near such a filthy and low budget excuse for a night club. Observing the room as a whole for the first time, Jugo had to admit being impressed with the turnout. There were all the pathetic clingers that he'd been expecting, the sort that pledges a gang for protection rather than affiliation, dying to be down; but aside from them there were a lot of heavy hitters lingering in the crowd.<br><br>Aside from Jack, there were several other former Brothers hanging around, swapping rumors like old maids. Jugo recognized Zero by reputation with his newest vapid plaything hanging from around his neck. Annul, the rising cultist and ancient demon and even a full blooded succubus who only reminded Jugo of the sad looking batch of whores he'd unloaded earlier that night. Aesthetically, this was shaping out to be a much <em>prettier</em> gang than the Brothers Fallen, but pretty didn't count for much in Middle city. Even those who already seemed to be connected and have a purpose, like the kitsune near the staircase, looked more like a prison wife than an enforcer. Nonetheless, the concentration of demonic energy in the club was enough to give even Jugo pause. Maybe they'd last a whole month.<br><br>When at last his blood arrived, Jugo took his drink and his case, making his way carefully through the crowd on his way to his true purpose for leaving the safety of his tower. He gave the succubus a wide berth, having no desire to rub her the wrong way or any way at all. No piece of ass was worth sacrificing a piece of his immortal soul.<br><br>Giving the succubus a wide berth sent Jugo directly into the path of some drunk angelic slut's wings as she staggered toward the kit. It was becoming harder and harder for him to play nice with this crowd, every time one of those long awkward feather limbs struck his brand new suit, but he remembered Buddha under an oak tree and managed to control himself.<br><br>When at last, Jugo arrived before the youthful Nixie, he took a moment to straighten his suit before taking a sip of his drink. It seemed that there was a fire sprite there as well, two elemental in one room, wonders never cease.<br><br>"Too late." Jugo smiled, stepping into the small circle of powerful women. He was glad that unlike mortal homes, he didn't need to be invited into conversations. "Of course, there's no reason that ex-allies can't be allies again."<br><br>Jugo slid an unused chair from an empty table, sitting directly across from where DeeJay was sitting. He casually set the briefcase in front of DeeJay, at her feet really, before flipping it open to reveal its contents.<br><br>"It's come to the attention of they that summoned you, that you're in the process of severing ties from The Maidenhood. The Brothers Fallen have sent me to bring you back home, and in my experience, the carrot makes a better first impression than the stick." Jugo tried not to grimace as he took another sip of the blood. Who would serve blood cold? "I would classify you as slippery to say the least, would you call that an accurate characterization? So I came here, alone and unarmed; to offer you the path of least resistance. There it is, waiting for you, it's in your nature to follow it. As you so eloquently eluded to, 'The enemy of my enemy is my friend'."<br><br>Jugo hoped that he made a compelling argument, in spite of the fact that he'd mixed his metaphors again, a bad habit with his English. He'd studied the languages of the world obsessively for many years, but English was so fraught with double meanings and common expressions, and sarcastic perversions of known phrases like the one about the pope shitting in the woods, that he'd sometimes tie himself into a colloquial knot when he was trying to be persuasive in what was his fourth favorite tongue.<br><br>"What do you say, DeeJay? Are you ready to return to the fold?" Jugo was tempted to make hollow promises at the end, like guaranteeing her vengeance against the Maidenhood, but he held back for now. He couldn't make those kinds of promises. It seemed just as likely that the Brothers would see her bound and abused as she was before, or trade her like a bargaining chip for "x" amount of girls, guns, money or drugs. None the less, he wanted to paint a pretty picture for her. Once he had her, who cared what happened to her?
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				Title: <strong>Re: One Crew to Rule it All - Lilith's Cave (Gang HQ)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>JuliettaRossi</strong> on <strong>12-04-2012, 09:09:19</strong>
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				Name: Jessamyne<br>Location: VIP room<br>Tagged: Ayr, Marc, Zed<br><br>She smirked at Ayr slightly. "Doesn't matter how I got it...just that I did. That was all that was asked of me. It took me longer to order a drink at the bar than to lift his gun." She wondered when the Fae would come up for a breath...at least long enough to finish her interview would be nice, but she doubted that was going to happen. She took another sip from her drink and considered sparking the faery with a bit of fire under her arse to get a move on things but instead just moved to look out over the bar, one arm bent behind her, the back of her hand resting lightly where her own gun sat holstered. The mixed cast of miscreants was filling up the bar. She caught sight of the satyr still sitting where she left him, drinking a beer,&nbsp; the elementals and the demoness being approached by some inked up looking criminal flashing a bit too much money in a place like this. He was likely to get himself killed...With the group here she doubted a body would ever be found. She wondered how he had survived this long. <br><br>She itched to play some parlor tricks with her own set of abilities, yet she held off. There would be time for that later...The urge grew stronger as the mix became even more varied through the evening. Just the little sprinkle of rain on the kitsune felt good. A ride through a rain storm would feel even better later...
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				Title: <strong>Re: One Crew to Rule it All - Lilith's Cave (Gang HQ)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>PeacethatPowerbrings</strong> on <strong>12-04-2012, 10:59:58</strong>
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				<strong>Name:</strong> Zed<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Marc, Ayr, Jessamyne<br><br>Zed was enjoying Marc's attentions to her double. The illusion, although somewhat limited, was just another part of her in mind, even if it's body didn't really have much beyond a temporary form. She sat up, took take a moment to turn around to regard Ayr and Jessamyne. As she did, her double took over, bending over Marc's lap, and going to work licking and then sucking his cock.<br><br>She looked to both and smiled, but focused on Jessamyne, who seemed not to have commented on the situation. "Don't feel too deprived," she said, "there is plenty of time for us to get acquainted later. Seems like you have, light fingers..."<br><br>She turned back to look at Marc, taking up Aur's suggestion.<br><br>"Don't let me keep you," she said, "if you've got business, I'll try not to get in your way."<br><br>Her double relinquished her temporary substitution, and Zed took over, forcing Marc's cock into her throat, showing off her complete lack of a gag reflex, which was less impressive given that it was genetic, but had never seemed any less pleasurable to her clients. She was perfectly happy to be shown off doing what she loved, and if it meant she got to listen in, then she was all the more happy to occupy herself with Marc's shaft while he worked. He certainly didn't strike her as a man with stamina problems.
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				Title: <strong>Re: One Crew to Rule it All - Lilith's Cave (Gang HQ)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Azaria</strong> on <strong>12-04-2012, 11:31:11</strong>
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				<br><span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font"><strong>Name:</strong> Sila (http://www.deviantart.com/download/214335593/run_or_stay_by_rifkanoctistemporvm-d3jlyeh.jpg)</span><br><span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font"><strong>Tagged:</strong> Deejay, Demona, Jugo Kiyaburo<br><br><br>Her core was shuddering furiously as the Nixie got even closer, their eyes meeting for a brief moment just to show the mutual uneasiness between them. They were members of the same gang but they kept a respectable distance from each other, until chaos unleashed among the elementals in the Maidenhood. She closed her eyes, choosing to let her talk as much as she wanted, knowing that Deejay could feel her own uneasiness as much as Sila can feel her enjoying this moment.<br><br>Her skin itched slightly as she was touched, she fought internally to keep still, unable to stop the involuntary reaction of her skin to that touch, she takes another sip of the beer to distract herself. Deejay was still talking to her, and she froze when she heard Caileen's name... Her face twisted in agony and hate for a split second before she turn and look at the Nixie. Remembering her fallen brothers and sisters - even as opposites - was her only weakness. She had left the Maidenhood long before the assault on elementals started, abandoning everything as they finally managed to drive her over the edge, by asking her to either participate in killing ~rebels~ as they named them, or be killed herself.<br><br>Their deaths, Vasimir specially, did hurt her. She remembered the many times when they abandoned their mortal shells and simply danced the eternal fiery dance as one, united flame. He was simply her twin, and his loss was unbearable. <strong>" Vasimir was my brother, my twin. I felt him fade and it was like a bucket of sand thrown on me, but I held my ground. He wouldn't want me gone and leave his memory to fade like him. I haven't heard about the others, as you say, I was lucky enough to get away in time, and had my ways to stay hidden."</strong> She looked away from her, letting her play with the two olives she had in her hands, managing to keep a control on herself as she slightly shifted a bit away on her seat, ordering a new beer.<br><br>She listened more, the idea the Nixie was hinting made her chuckle slightly, she had to admit that she liked it, two opposite elementals joining forces, it was tempting indeed <strong>" I must admit, it is tempting and I like it. We can give it a shot indeed."</strong> Raising an eyebrow in mockery as the leash was mentioned, but before she answers <strong><em>Demona</em></strong> steps in...<br><br>The presence of the succubi distracts her a bit from what Deejay was hinting. She gave a polite smile as she shook hands with her, Sila's indifference expression covered the emotions that threatened to overwhelm her seconds ago. She followed the conversation between the two of them without any comment. Simply followed Demona's gesture to Jack and chuckled softly. She had time to sip from her bottle before another person interrupts them. A vampire she had spotted walking in and didn't seem to really like the place. <br><br>She listened to him present his offer to Deejay, so he was affiliated after all. An amused smile crept to her lips, now would be the time to know what Deejay really had in mind.</span>
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				Title: <strong>Re: One Crew to Rule it All - Lilith's Cave (Gang HQ)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Katz</strong> on <strong>12-04-2012, 13:14:37</strong>
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				<strong>Name: </strong>Wade<br><strong>Tagging: </strong>Himself, Everyone<br><br>The hitman is concerned about his intel, he don't know who he should met, or why, his name isn't one widespread in the supernatural circles, most wouldn't trust a human agent nor would they believe he could kill one of theirs. A fact he gladly utilizes. Most would think bulletproof glasses didn't cost that much. Still seeing that much famous, or infamous beings from the city in this club he doubt that this employer is human.<br><br><div class="floatleft"><span class="bbc_u">"Oh, look at that."</span></div> <div class="floatright"><span class="bbc_u">"What?"</span></div><br><div class="floatleft"><span class="bbc_u">"A vampire, a succubus, a fire elemental and a water elemental walk into a bar."</span></div> <div class="floatright"><span class="bbc_u">"That joke has no punchline."</span></div><br><br>Wade walks over to the bar, ordering another drink this time something stronger. Again he drops some pills in it before sipping from it. His thoughts are going back to some 'missions' he had to do and he thinks that that vampire actually was one time a customer of his skills. <br><br><div class="floatleft"><span class="bbc_u">"He loves close kills, no?"</span></div> <div class="floatright"><span class="bbc_u">"I think so, something about honor and such stuff?"</span></div><br><div class="floatleft"><span class="bbc_u">"How many stakes do we have with us?"</span></div><div class="floatright"><span class="bbc_u">"Two, one silver one wooden, but against that one? Forget it."</span></div><br><br>As he walks back to his shadowy place he looks out for the other heavies, wondering where the Archon went. This causes him to walk into Jack. <em> "Ups, entschuldigung."</em> He says a bit embarrassed and continues on walking, wondering who freed the wolf from his cage.<br><br><div class="floatleft"><span class="bbc_u">"You would think he would be taller."</span></div><div class="floatright"><span class="bbc_u">"Ja, some reports are overly exaggerated."</span></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: One Crew to Rule it All - Lilith's Cave (Gang HQ)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Revenent</strong> on <strong>12-04-2012, 17:28:02</strong>
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				<strong>Name:</strong> Marchosias<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Zed, Ayr, Jessamyne<br><br>"If he didn't know it was missing, yet, I'd be more disappointed in him than impressed with you," Marc answered, seemingly unfazed by the Fae's expert sucking technique. "Whatever your methods were, if they worked against him, I'm sure they'll at least work during the audition tonight. You'll be going in ahead of everyone, lifting, then replanting. I'll give you more details when there's less going on," he stated simply, implying that what was currently going was less the real audition, and more like introductions. As the idea was put to him to continue meeting with his prospects while enjoying Zed's talents, he laughed a bit and patted Zed's shoulder (the real one). "Don't worry, I never let pleasure get in the way of business. I was just waiting for our elf friend to get done with her work before I called the next one up," he assured, calling the fairy waitress and whispering a quick order to her, which she fluttered off to obey.<br><br>While Zed deepthroated him to show off how far he skill went, his thick member throbbing in her mouth, he gave her a grin. "Instead of doubling up on me, why don't you give our poor friend here some help?" he asked, reaching over to grab Ayr's own engorged sausage through his white leather and giving it a slight rub. "He feels pretty pent-up. And when you're done with her, archon, you can go and prepare as many anti-beast and anti-dwarf rounds as you can. We should need quite a few," he requested as if this was all business as usual, and getting one's cock sucked was no more distracting to work than having a cigarette. "Oh, and give this back to Danny on the way down," he asked politely, sliding the kitsune's gun over in front of Ayr.<br><br>---<br><br><strong>Name:</strong> Bartender, Danny<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Jugo, Zero, Charisma, Jack, Rutilus<br><br>After Jugo walked off with his O negative (which he hadn't bothered to heat up), the large, obsidian-skinnd orc scowled and took the ten grand stack of bills off the counter, sliding it into his pocket to tell Marc about once he had handled more important business. He never trusted a vampire, let alone a gangster vampire. He was sure Jugo had plans to either try to buy control of the new group Marc was forming, or he wanted more information to use against them. Either way, he knew his nephilim boss wasn't going to fall for it. If he didn't give the bribe back, he'd probably just burn it right in front of the greedy vampire. He would have done the same himself if Jugo hadn't walked away too quickly.<br><br>Meanwhile, the kitsune, Danny, having held back the rush of very large gangsters wanting to get upstairs for the moment, leaned back against the rail just in time for the waitress to come and deliver a quick message to him. This time, he just called out over the loud voices and music of the bar, not wanting to leave the stairs unguarded in order to call someone up. "Rutilus!"
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				Title: <strong>Re: One Crew to Rule it All - Lilith's Cave (Gang HQ)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>PeacethatPowerbrings</strong> on <strong>12-04-2012, 17:35:20</strong>
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				<strong>Name:</strong> Zed<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Marc, Ayr, Jessamyne<br><br>At Marc's suggestion, Zed gave a little hum of assent, the sound ending up as a, "Mmmmm..." and a kind of rumble in her throat. Her double got up from beside Marc, and moved over to Ayr, kneeling down, and opening her mouth, suggestively, as though waiting for the Archon to avail of her services. While she knelt there, she had one hand on her bare breasts, teasing her own pierced nipple, and one moving to unhook her short skirt, and slipping into her colourful rainbow panties.<br><br>The double was, very much intelligent, but there was a limited number of things Zed could do with her magic, making solid doubles was easy enough. It couldn't talk, of course, that faculty remained with her, usually. Though in some cases she could lend it out to an illusion for a quick distraction.
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				Title: <strong>Re: One Crew to Rule it All - Lilith's Cave (Gang HQ)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>JuliettaRossi</strong> on <strong>12-04-2012, 17:43:56</strong>
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				<span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font"><em>"Ah well, that's where the dreadhead demon and the angel playing tipsy came in...Had they not tried to get up the stairs the same time I did, he never would have noticed it was gone."</em> She was still looking out over the bar area, her back toward him after listening to the fact that she would be a first-entry into this evening's events. A glance over her shoulder back at the '4' of them at the booth had her shaking her head slightly with a grin. She had no interest in the fae. They were a dime a dozen...She turned her violet eyes back toward the bar below.<br><br><em>"Unless you need me here for the rest of the interviews...I'll head back down until you're ready for me."</em> The thought of being able to sit in on each interview was a seemingly boring task, but it would tell her more about each of the problem-children downstairs. She'd rather prop her feet up and watch them from downstairs while she drank.</span></span>
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				Title: <strong>Re: One Crew to Rule it All - Lilith's Cave (Gang HQ)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ironwolf85</strong> on <strong>12-04-2012, 19:29:02</strong>
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				Name: Ayr Fairfang<br>Tags: Zed, Marco, Jess-now gone<br>Aye looked to the Fae, Zed was it? "why thank you m'dear it was beginning to ache for some attention"&nbsp; he unfastened the straps of white leather holding the crotch of his pants in place, letting his ivory shaft spring to attention. Ayr ran his hand through the double's hair softly brushing her cheek fondly before slipping his manhood down her throat with ease and a contented sigh feeling his tip slide past those velvet lips followed by the shaft. "well if this gig doesn't work out" he says taking firm hold of the double's hair as he begins to thrust "I might pay for lessions" he nearly closed his eyes with bliss, the archon was testing how the double felt, he had to say the madenhood trained their girls well.<br>was it any wonder why the light of dawn used "escorts" there was no way they could've competed with product like this at the low end. Sex was big bussness, and whoever controled the girls controled the profits.<br>He then had a little idea, and filed it away for later.
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				Title: <strong>Re: One Crew to Rule it All - Lilith's Cave (Gang HQ)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>JuliettaRossi</strong> on <strong>12-04-2012, 22:55:43</strong>
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				Name: Jessamyne<br>Location VIP room going to lower floor/bar<br>Tags: <br><br>Jessa left the VIP area, drink in hand this time as she went down the stairs. The kitsune - Danny - nodded to her but all she did was grin slightly. She *almost told him his gun was upstairs...almost...She wasn't that nice though honestly. Instead of going back toward the bar she headed off toward an empty booth so she could sit and watch the others in the place. She had a feeling she was going to have to know certain things- what they were capable of, what weapons they possessed (if any - ha!), weaknesses - if any were shown in this testosterone kettle. The mix of races was proving to be a bit combustible. <br><br>She slid into the cushioned booth, one booted foot propped up on the bench, bringing a knee to her chest to wrap an arm around it, her eyes moving over the prospective employees of the man she never did get the name of upstairs...It didn't matter as long as the money was spendable...
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				Title: <strong>Re: One Crew to Rule it All - Lilith's Cave (Gang HQ)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>summoner2183</strong> on <strong>12-04-2012, 23:36:51</strong>
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				Name: Rutilus<br>Tagged: Danny<br><br>Rutilus was surprised that his name was called by the Kitsune bouncer and he figured that he was next to see the big boss of this place, to be interviewed about his suitability to be part of this new gang that was forming. He paid for the drink that he had at the bar, and then slowly made his way to the bottom of the stairs and stood in front of the Kitsune bouncer.<br><br>He then looked at the Kitsune and said in a polite and cordial manner. "Yes, my good kitsune? My name is Rutilus and I am here just as you asked. I suppose that the leaders of this joint wanted to see me next?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: One Crew to Rule it All - Lilith's Cave (Gang HQ)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Katz</strong> on <strong>12-04-2012, 23:54:11</strong>
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				<strong>Name:</strong> Wade<br><strong>Location: </strong>Lower Floor<br><strong>Tagged: </strong>Jessamyne<br><br><div class="floatleft"><span class="bbc_u">"Elf, Assassin."</span></div> <div class="floatright"><span class="bbc_u">"Oh you saw her too? What's her name again?"</span></div><br><div class="floatleft"><span class="bbc_u">"Jess or something like that, independent like us."</span></div> <div class="floatright"><span class="bbc_u">"Ahhh... Infiltrating and killing is her style."</span></div><br><div class="floatleft"><span class="bbc_u">"Yes, it's always the subtle ones you have to watch for."</span></div><div class="floatright"><span class="bbc_u"> "Hey, we are subtle too."</span></div><br><div class="floatleft"><span class="bbc_u">"You remember? Fifty kilogram Semtex?" </span></div><div class="floatright"><span class="bbc_u">"..... chicken... "</span></div><br><br>He isn't sure about talking to her, socializing not something he is very good in. Watching her watching the others, he's now very sure that those got invited too, takes him to the conclusion that she doesn't know much more about this whole business too.<br><div class="floatright"><span class="bbc_u">"But it would be common courtesy!"</span></div><br><div class="floatleft"><span class="bbc_u">"As if you would know anything about courtesy!"</span></div> <div class="floatright"><span class="bbc_u">"Well... I offered those Fallen some roasted chicken."</span></div><br><div class="floatleft"><span class="bbc_u">"It was roasted Angel and you put garlic, holy water, rosemary and a grenade in it." </span></div><div class="floatright"><span class="bbc_u">"I didn't say I'm a good cook."</span></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: One Crew to Rule it All - Lilith's Cave (Gang HQ)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Revenent</strong> on <strong>14-04-2012, 05:10:55</strong>
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				<strong>Name:</strong> Danny/Marc<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Rutilus/Zed, Ayr<br><br>Seeing the that the one he had been ordered to call up was, in fact, the only centaur in the club, Danny nodded and jabbed his thumb upstairs without saying a word to the ambassador, backing up further against the railing to make room for him. Thankfully, since Lilith's was on the heavily-subhuman populated poor side of town, the stairs were at least wide and strong enough for a centaur to go up. The kitsune just wondered what was actually waiting for each of the candidates upstairs. Only the elf had come back down so far (twice), but she didn't seem like much of a threat.<br><br>Up on the VIP deck, sensing real business was about to begin, Marc gently pulled Zed's head away from his lap, stroking her cheek and smiling as she slid his member back into his pants and zipped up. "Sorry, we'll have to continue that later. Some troublesome types will be coming up soon, and they're going to require a lot of my attention. If you want, you can stick around and listen in while you help the puppy out," the half-devil offered graciously, taking a slow sip of his drink and leaning back as he waited for the centaur to come up. He had already heard a great enough deal about Rutilus to trust he understood the man-beast, which was exactly why he wanted him around when the harder types like Zero and Jack were called up.
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				Title: <strong>Re: One Crew to Rule it All - Lilith's Cave (Gang HQ)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>CarnivalOfTheGoat</strong> on <strong>14-04-2012, 11:46:08</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://26.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_m2gsbyphtC1r9tnh2o1_400.jpg)</div>Name: Deejay<br>Place: Corner of the Bar<br>Tagged: Demona, Sila, Jugo, maybe others in earshot<br><br>Deejay sighs softly and nods. "Yeah. Well. Could still happen." She blinks a bit as Demona pulls her briefcase over, knowing full well what manner of exotics the succubus has been known to purvey. "I really shouldn't, hon. Thanks but...You know, the more stuff I get in me the harder it gets..."<br><br>Sila's response stops the nixie cold. "True-brother? I'm sorry," She blinks. "I thought it was just...An expression." Her hand fidgets at the air, the olives dropped and forgotten on the bartop as she instead seems to grasp for words. "We say, you know...Water-sisters, but that doesn't mean the same pool?" She finishes lamely, then nods at Sila's acceptance. "Alright, alright. Good. We'll see I guess." Her damp hand flows briefly against the fire elemental's, grasping a moment at Sila's own as Deejay considers how little she really knows about fire elementals, and how impossible such a simple touch would be if Sila didn't know how to take such a refined and solid form.<br><br>Deejay certainly can't take more than the shape of a human.<br><br>She turns at Jugo's approach, leaning back against the bar, currents shifting and roiling within her as she hears him out. Everyone has briefcases full of tempting but dangerous stuff for her tonight. But by the time he finishes, her swirling agitation is blatantly obvious, scattering a spray of rainbow across the bar behind her where the lights play through her liquid form, her previously smooth forehead furrowed by ripples and the long, swaying tentacles of water drifting hair-like from her head pulled back, rearing almost cobra-like and giving her a medusa's silhouette.<br><br>"Fold, old one? That's where mortals keep the fuzzy animals they raise to <em>feed </em>on?" Her voice has a hint of wave and storm in it now, and she turns to study the transparent form of her hand as she gently disengages it from Sila's own...The watery digits trailing, then firming again with almost talon-like tips. "Isn't&nbsp; it? And I don't know that the people who..." Her glassy expression twists, transparent lips skinning back wider than a human mouth should, and long, needle-like teeth forming beneath them -- sculpted in water, to be sure, but teeth nonetheless. "Summoned and <em>bound</em> me, <em>chained</em> me to their will...I don't <em>know </em>that they are my enemy's enemy, since I don't <em>know</em> that they've been used, driven out, like we have." A slight twist of her head from side to side includes both Demona and Sila in that 'we'.<br><br>"But I know this. I was <em>never</em> your ex-<em>ally</em>, any more than an escaped slave is his master's ex-<em>ally</em>. Ex-<em>toy</em>, yes. Ex-<em>slave</em>, yes. Unchained." She shifts her hand behind her, arm lengthening to scoop up some ice from an empty glass, hefting the small cubes and letting them sink into her palm.<br><br>The transparent talons of her hand frost slowly, whitening and taking on a sharper, more solid seeming. She flattens that hand against the top of the bar again, icy talons clicking against the ring-stained and scarred wood.<br><br>"You mentioned a stick? Ever tried to beat <em>water</em> with a stick, old one? I intend to <em>stay </em>unchained. I <em>won't </em>take money over trust. Money is only power to those who <em>need</em> it. And what I need, I think I have right here."<br><br>The nixie deliberately begins to turn away from the vampire and his cash, facing towards the bar...Although really, front and back are conventions of the forms she wears to work in a world rife with bipeds. Her gaze isn't limited to the placement of silly orbs.<br><br>But in her years here, she's definitely learned how to communicate as a humanoid with humanoids, and the motion sends a signal that will mean something to the undead with his case full of paper.
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				Title: <strong>Re: One Crew to Rule it All - Lilith's Cave (Gang HQ)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Katz</strong> on <strong>14-04-2012, 13:37:31</strong>
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				<strong>Name:</strong> Wade<br><strong>Place: </strong>Lower Floor<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Himself, those around him<br><br>Wade watches the seemingly agitated water elemental. Looks like some political stuff is brewing there, not his favorite topic, even if freelancing is more dangerous than being in a gang, he likes not to be forbidden to kill someone. He listens intensely to the elemental and remembers what this succubus called her, 'DJ', strange she doesn't look like she would play music.<br><br><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="bbc_u">"What is the plan in case of water elementals."</span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span class="bbc_u"> "Wander into a desert."</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="bbc_u">"That's not exactly very helpful."</span></div><div style="text-align: right;"> <span class="bbc_u">"Nor is being killed, but I think we killed or incapacitated one with a bucket of instant cement."</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="bbc_u">"Which we don't have with us." </span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span class="bbc_u">"Maybe if we get enough towels we could wipe her up."</span></div><div class="floatleft"><span class="bbc_u">"Only if we absolutely need to."</span></div> <div class="floatright"><span class="bbc_u">"Only if we absolutely need to."</span></div><br>He looks further around, checking again the equipment he has on him, except from the shotgun, Uzi and Katana which got locked up by the bouncers, he has enough on him to make a quick and secure escape if the need should arise.<br><br>"With that much tension around here, not a small possibility." he whispers to himself.<br><br><br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: One Crew to Rule it All - Lilith's Cave (Gang HQ)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>PeacethatPowerbrings</strong> on <strong>14-04-2012, 15:25:13</strong>
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				<strong>Name:</strong> Zed<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Marc, Ayr<br><br>Zed gave Marc a disappointed look as she was pulled away. She frowned and then licked her lips teasingly.<br><br>"I'll hold you to that," she said, "and I think I will stick around. I want you in one piece for later."<br><br>Listening in was something she was good it. Despite her skill, it was always easy for someone to ignore the Faerie girl, especially when it was clear what her trade was. Of course, if there was trouble brewing, she wanted to be there. She carried an awful lot more firepower than it might otherwise have looked like, after all.<br><br>She got up and made her way over to Ayr, where he was, enjoying himself, with her double. She stood beside him, putting on of her own hands near his, taking hold of her own double's hair and pulling on her even a bit harder. The little pull earned a surprised look from her double, who glared at her.<br><br>They were the same, but separate for the time being, so the interaction was, amusing to her, to say the least. She ran a hand lazily over Ayr's chest, waiting for the company to arrive. How troublesome could they be, she wondered. She imagined she could try to smooth things over if that was what Marc wanted, and if not, well, there ws always the more direct approach.<br><br><hr><br>Zed's double, for her part, took Ayr's seizure of the initiative quite well, closing her lips around his shaft as it entered her mouth. She seemed to share the original Zed's lack of a gag reflex as she took his whole length. Her eyes looked, happy, with the situation as she looked up at him, her tongue slipping in and out to stimulate him, even as he grabbed her hair to thrust into her mouth.<br><br>She looked up as Zed approached, and gave a kind of glare as Zed joined in to grab a handful of her hair. There might as well have been a silent conversation between her and Zed, but it didn't last long.
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				Title: <strong>Re: One Crew to Rule it All - Lilith's Cave (Gang HQ)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>summoner2183</strong> on <strong>14-04-2012, 17:50:36</strong>
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				Name: Rutilus<br>Tagged: Marc/Ayr, Zed<br><br>Rutilus strode up into the chamber that held the boss and he was surprised and a little aroused at the sight of what seemed to be a fae there as well, two of them in fact. He fell silent for a moment and then looked at them for a moment before he turned to the Archon, and gave him a formal greeting.<br><br>"May the herd be always bountiful to you honored Archon... it has been a while since I met one of your kind..." He then smiled as he turned to Zed and Ayr and said. "And must I say it is indeed a pleasure to see you two ladies as well... I do not know if you remember me, but I was sent to your respective clans as a representative of the Unleashed for a working agreement around two months back."<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: One Crew to Rule it All - Lilith's Cave (Gang HQ)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ironwolf85</strong> on <strong>15-04-2012, 05:11:58</strong>
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				Name: Ayr<br>Tagged: Marc, Zed, Ruti<br><br>Ayr placed a fist over his left breast looking to Retilus "may your life be blessed, your lands fertile, your loves many." he made a bowing of his head, his other hand running through the doubles hair. Then around the waist of Zed herself looking over and giving her a nod as the double licked and toyed with his manhood, "how do you make doubles like this? we must compare notes some..." he arched his back as she hit a sweet spot throwing his head back in pleasure. "some time" he began panting his hips starting to buck against the double.
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				Title: <strong>Re: One Crew to Rule it All - Lilith's Cave (Gang HQ)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Revenent</strong> on <strong>15-04-2012, 06:31:51</strong>
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				<strong>Name:</strong> Marc<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Rutilus, Zed, Ayr<br><br>The nephilim let out a soft chuckle as the centaur came in and tried to sound so cordial and formal toward the archon and the fae, despite one's double having its mouth impaled on the other's cock. "I never though I'd see the day where a centaur left the Unleashed. They usually have a hard time getting through doors at the other gang hideouts," he said in a well-meaning joke, leaning forward and setting his glass on the table as he sized the man up. He was big, like any centaur, but slighter than the average soldier. He was well-groomed, too, so he certainly looked like someone who would rather gain allies than eliminate enemies.<br><br>"I thought it might be best to have a good negotiator around in case anything goes wrong with some of the bigger trouble-makers in the group tonight. I'll be having a few come up soon, if you want to stick around."
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				Title: <strong>Re: One Crew to Rule it All - Lilith's Cave (Gang HQ)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vergil1989</strong> on <strong>15-04-2012, 06:49:32</strong>
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				<strong>Name;</strong>&nbsp; Demona, succubus<br><strong>Location;</strong>&nbsp; Lilith's Cave bar<br><strong>Tagged;</strong>&nbsp; Jack, Sila, Deejay, and Jugo.<br><br>Demona snapped her briefcase shut and smiled, honestly glad that her old friend said no since she liked the water elemental just the way she was.&nbsp; Hugging the slippery DJ around her shoulders, the succubus smiled and kissed her cheek in a surprisingly chaste way before shutting up, letting the two elementals talk amongst themselves....until Jugo showed up.&nbsp; She couldn't help but ball her fists tightly at what he was trying to 'offer' DJ, and while her friend handled him well enough on her own, Demona had a few things of her own she wanted to get off of her considerable chest.&nbsp; "You know Jug head, yeah I remember seeing you before, briefly when I was called in to work your boss over before you rose to power at some point, and I can say for myself I'd rather take it up the ass from a zombie than work for you and the Brotherhood.&nbsp; I ain't so kind about being used, and if I ever see you near my friends again, be assured you'll regret every second you wasted trying to bribe any of us into slavery again.&nbsp; Yeah myself and DJ here left the Maidenhood for various reasons, but it all came down to the same thing, being used and abused by those higher than us.&nbsp; You think we're stupid enough to be put into that same position again suck head?"&nbsp; The demon hissed, baring her own vampire like fangs at the vampire, except hers were packed with a potent venom that she used on men and women alike to increase lust to nearly unbearable levels, induce sensory overload, as well as increase semen production in men so that when she fed from them, she got more in one blast than several smaller spurts.&nbsp; It worked on women in a similar fashion, but it required a more....intimate touch to put it one way.&nbsp; That aside, the succubus also turned her back on Jugo, too pissed off to even consider trying to take him apart limb from limb, and she truly hoped that whoever was running the show would hurry up and get this whole affair over with now more than ever.
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				Title: <strong>Re: One Crew to Rule it All - Lilith's Cave (Gang HQ)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>summoner2183</strong> on <strong>15-04-2012, 14:36:44</strong>
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				Name: Rutilus<br>Tagged: Marc/Ayr, Zed<br><br>Rutilus nodded at the Archon's formal greeting and tried to pay the sexual tryst that was taking part in front of him on the back of his mind as he paid attention to what the nephilim had to say. He shrugged and said. "Well, the circumstances of my departure from the Unleashed were rather personal, and I would love to tell them at another time..."<br><br>He then considered what the nephilim had said about trouble-makers might be coming up for an interview and he nodded. "Very well, I hope that I can be of service to you and the gang. I shall stay here and aid you with the interview should you need my negotiations skills at hand." He then trotted to the leader's side and waited for his chance to employ his negotiation skills.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: One Crew to Rule it All - Lilith's Cave (Gang HQ)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>PeacethatPowerbrings</strong> on <strong>15-04-2012, 17:13:58</strong>
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				<br><strong>Name:</strong> Zed<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Marc, Ayr, Rutilus<br><br>Zed smiled at the centaur, not so subtly checking him over with her eyes. "I think I recall hearing about you," she said, "but I'm sure I would've remembered if I'd had the pleasure." She ruffled her double's hair and added, "you can ignore this one, we're one in the same."<br><br>She turned to Ayr, and laughed, amused. "Well the first step is generally to be born a Faerie, but I'd be happy to...compare notes? Some time, if you like."<br><br>Zed actually did have notes, and meant the offer quite literally. On the other hand, it wasn't as though she required very much incitement to sex. As a Faerie, her choice of partners was fairly indiscriminate, but that didn't mean she didn't like some more than others, and thus far, she'd been quite happy with Marc's choice of company to keep. <br><br>Her double was taking to Ayr's cock like Zed would have, easily and with much more enthusiasm than your average girl. She swallowed every time his length was down her throat, and hummed with pleasure when he began to buck against her.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: One Crew to Rule it All - Lilith's Cave (Gang HQ)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Revenent</strong> on <strong>15-04-2012, 20:36:17</strong>
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				<strong>Name:</strong> Marc, Danny<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Rutilus, Zed, Ayr, Jack, Nick<br><br>"I appreciate it," Marc said genuinely, using his foot to push the short table away so that Rutilus had room to stand. Mentally going over the list of possible recruits he had seen come in tonight, he decided to start with the two that were most similar in blood, to each other, and to his new ambassador. Deciding to save the waitress some trouble, the nephilim flipped out an expensive looking phone and sent a very brief message to his lieutenant, containing nothing but the two names.<br><br>At the base of the stories, Danny took out his own cheap piece of plastic and read the names off the cracked screen before calling out over the talk and music once again. "Mason! Voss!"
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				Title: <strong>Re: One Crew to Rule it All - Lilith's Cave (Gang HQ)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Katz</strong> on <strong>15-04-2012, 22:08:45</strong>
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				<strong>Name:</strong> Wade<br><strong>Location:</strong> Lower Floor<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Himself, Jessamyne<br><br><div class="floatright"><span class="bbc_u">"This is so booooring."</span></div><br><div class="floatleft"><span class="bbc_u">"Yeah, I hoped this succubus would eat his face off."</span></div> <div class="floatright"><span class="bbc_u">"Let's go to that elf girl."</span></div><br><div class="floatleft"><span class="bbc_u">"You know, Elfen don't age the same as humans."</span></div> <div class="floatright"><span class="bbc_u">"So what."</span></div><br><div class="floatleft"><span class="bbc_u">"I didn't know we had a fetish for older woman!"</span></div> <div class="floatright"><span class="bbc_u">"Shut up, she doesn't look old."</span></div><br><div class="floatleft"><span class="bbc_u">"Quite a conundrum."</span></div> <div class="floatright"><span class="bbc_u">"I knew it! That's why we read that dictionary!"</span></div><br><div class="floatleft"><span class="bbc_u">"One of us has to be educated!" </span></div><div class="floatright"><span class="bbc_u">"We went to the same school."</span></div><br><div class="floatleft"><span class="bbc_u">"We didn't went to a school."</span></div> <div class="floatright"><span class="bbc_u">"But we could have burned one down."</span></div><br><div class="floatleft"><span class="bbc_u">"Most certainly we already did." </span></div><br><br>Again a discussion is held some seconds, but at the end Wade stands up and walks over to the the table where Jessamyne sits.<br><em>"I'm sorry, but I saw you watching the people over there, while I watched them from there and so I thought why not watch them from here as well and make fun about them together with a colleague from the same line of work."</em><br><br><div align="center"><span class="bbc_u">"Yeah that was smooth, good job!"</span></div><div class="floatleft"><span class="bbc_u">"Shit, who is this?"</span></div> <div class="floatright"><span class="bbc_u">"I think our libido."</span></div><br><div class="floatleft"><span class="bbc_u">"Oh hell no, but we took our pills."</span></div> <div class="floatright"><span class="bbc_u">"You know how it is with him."</span></div><br><div class="floatleft"><span class="bbc_u">"Why do you always sympathize with him? He only gets us into trouble."</span></div><div class="floatright"><span class="bbc_u"> "You are overthinking stuff."</span></div><br><div class="floatleft"><span class="bbc_u">"I don't!"</span></div> <div class="floatright"><span class="bbc_u">"You do!"</span></div><br><div align="center"><span class="bbc_u">"Let's get naked!"</span></div><div class="floatleft"><span class="bbc_u">"..........."</span></div> <div class="floatright"><span class="bbc_u">"Okay... you are right."</span></div><br><br>Wade smiles at the fellow assassin,<em> "I'm Wade."</em>
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				Title: <strong>Re: One Crew to Rule it All - Lilith's Cave (Gang HQ)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>JuliettaRossi</strong> on <strong>15-04-2012, 22:59:24</strong>
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				(Sorry - I forget to include this sometimes!)<br>Name: Jessamyne<br>Location: Booth on lower level<br>Tagged: Wade<br><br><span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font">Jessa sat back in the booth, sipping her drink, watching the patrons of the bar. She slid her foot back down as the late-comer to the group made his way toward her. Each one here was interesting and boring all at the same time. They had traits she found useful, others she saw as deplorable - even in miscreants. She wasn't here to judge though, just observe. <br><br>He stood in front of her, proclaiming they were in the same line of work - wondering if they shouldn't sit together to watch the rest in the bar.<br><br>'I'm Wade.' Hmmm....yes...A brow rose slightly as she looked him over a bit. <em>"And what line of work might that be Wade?"</em> She leaned her elbows onto the table, hands clasped together right at her chin as she looked up to him with a slight smile, violet eyes flashing. She didn't offer up her name. He seemed to know a little more than he should already.</span></span>
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				Title: <strong>Re: One Crew to Rule it All - Lilith's Cave (Gang HQ)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Katz</strong> on <strong>15-04-2012, 23:19:04</strong>
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				Wade takes that at least as no rejection and sits down, with one hand cupping his chin.<em> "Hmmm I would say we work with a lot of different people for a brief time."</em><br><div class="floatleft"><em>"Very brief."</em></div><div class="floatright"> <em>"And with most of the work done on our side."</em></div><br><em>"Although they are not very grateful."</em><br><br><div class="floatleft"><span class="bbc_u">"Except that one guy."</span></div> <div class="floatright"><span class="bbc_u">"Which one do you mean?"</span></div><br><div class="floatleft"><span class="bbc_u">"The one we had to kill, who wanted to try bungee jumping."</span></div> <div class="floatright"><span class="bbc_u">"Ahh.. yeah, bungee jumping with out bungee sucks."</span></div><br><div class="floatleft"><span class="bbc_u">"Exakt."</span></div>&nbsp; <div class="floatright"><span class="bbc_u">"I love it when a plan comes together."</span></div><br><div class="floatleft"><span class="bbc_u">"I don't think that's a appropriate quote for that situation."</span></div><br><br>He waves with his other hand at a waitress, ordering two more beers and, with quite a complicated wriggling of his hand, salt pretzels. <em>"But I think our modus operandi is a bit different."</em><br><br><div class="floatright"><span class="bbc_u">"Ha, you got that one from that dictionary too!"</span></div><br><div class="floatleft"><span class="bbc_u">"Can't deny it, you illiterate."</span></div> <div class="floatright"><span class="bbc_u">"Again!"</span></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: One Crew to Rule it All - Lilith's Cave (Gang HQ)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Metalzephyr</strong> on <strong>15-04-2012, 23:24:52</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://i1232.photobucket.com/albums/ff375/Zwraith/For%20RP/Nick.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Nick Voss (Satyr)<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Marc, Danny, Ayr, Zed, Rutilus, Jack<br><br>Hearing his name the Satyr stood, knocking back the last of his drink, and slamming it on the bar. With a smile to the Orc behind the table, Nick turned towards the voice that called. Eyeing the little kitsune, the towering beastman walked over, careful not to crush anyone's feet (or other extremities) beneath his cloven hooves. When he reached the bottom of the stairs he locked his eyes on the little gangbanger, letting his bulk, and the chain wrapped around one of his forearms, cast a shadow over the lieutenant. <strong>"I'm Nick Voss."</strong> he stated matter of factly. Assuming that was sufficient, the Satyr turned towards the stairs.<br><br>Joining the werewolf at the bottom, Nick nodded to him. <strong>"After you."</strong> he knew when someone outclassed him, and it always behooved him to treat those in power with proper courtesy. He was not a big player in town, and didn't have the luxury of thinking he'd be able to handle the ire of a bigger fish. Too many folks had thought otherwise, and Nick had seen the gutters they ended up in. He didn't have much of a retirement plan, but he'd prefer to at least go down fighting.<br><br>Following Jack up to the VIP room, he was taken aback by the Archon and Faerie immediately, but snorted slightly, dissapointed in the lack of professionalism. He had to admit though, despite knowing better, he wasn't sure he'd have kept his pants on long for the girl either, so he decided not to comment any further. He spotted Rutilus, and nodded a greeting. Perhaps his attitude towards the fellow beastman before wasn't the best idea, but if they were on the job, he wasn't going to let shit like that get in the way. Only time he did, was when folks were putting the job at risk with either stupidity or arrogance. It was usually one of the two.<br><br>Then his eyes came to the boss.<br>It was clear, from how the room looked at him, that this was their potential employer. Whatever he was, it was old, and powerful. It wafted off of him like a thick cologne that was 50 years outta date. Not unpleasant, just... noticeable. He didn't recognize the guy, but that was fine. Just meant he was going to be <br>a bit more skeptical if the play was a big one. Or at least, expecting better pay.<br><br>Nick decided it wasn't his place to speak up first. Either the boss had something to say first, or one of the 'big fish' would just go ahead and open things up. Either way, he'd know more before he opened his own mouth.
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				Title: <strong>Re: One Crew to Rule it All - Lilith's Cave (Gang HQ)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>JuliettaRossi</strong> on <strong>16-04-2012, 00:16:39</strong>
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				Name: Jessamyne<br>Location: Booth near the bar<br>Tagged: Wade<br><br><span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font">There was no invitation in her voice, but she couldn't help but grin at the man as he slid into the booth next to her. She had been right - he was talking to himself up at the bar. It was subtle, but just enough - the tilt of his head, motions of his hands. She now heard the shift in sound when each...hmmm...personality spoke...He was off his rocker. This ought to be interesting. She wondered who would hire a schizoid assassin...and just what a job looked like from inside his head...must be quite interesting. He was no threat - at least to her. She had no problem with him sitting there. <br><br>She saw the satyr walk toward the stairs. Nick Voss. She watched him let the furball go on up ahead of him and wondered what would be happening next up there and why they needed the werewolf. He was a show off. Then again, there were several of those in the bar tonight. They were among brethren and competition all at the same time. She couldn't fault it. She simply didn't care to be in the center of it unless it was to her advantage to be there...<br><br><em>"Is that so? You don't care for guns and knives, or is it something altogether different about our styles? Are you a messy boy Wade?"</em> Her tone was joking. There were many ways to kill someone. She preferred the less messier methods. Guns were always a second choice. They were impersonal. Knives allowed your victim to look into your eyes - for her to see the wonder in them - the 'Why me?' look. That or the 'How did you get in here' frantically glancing around - how did they miss her being there look. She especially liked that one, although she always felt like she should for some reason fill them in. She liked a tidy scene...didn't like getting blood under her nails unless it involved something pleasant. </span></span>
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				Title: <strong>Re: One Crew to Rule it All - Lilith's Cave (Gang HQ)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Katz</strong> on <strong>16-04-2012, 01:29:44</strong>
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				Name: Wade<br>Tagged: Jessamyne<br><br>Wade takes a sip of his beer and eats some pretzels before he continues. <em>"Oh no, I'm not really messy... very often"</em> He smiles and sips again. <div class="floatright"><span class="bbc_u">"It doesn't count as messy if all that remains is a big hole or not?"</span></div><br><em>"You know how it is, some clients want to deliver a certain message with the job and sometimes I'm the one who has to deliver it."</em> He laughs and and his eyes are flashing in the light of the nightclub. <em>"And I cannot say that I don't like guns or knives, quite the opposite. I remember even some times where I had to use some of them at the same time. Very funny that ones."</em><br><div class="floatright"><span class="bbc_u">"We sure don't like the undead."</span></div> <br><div class="floatleft"><span class="bbc_u">"Doing a hell on clothes, yup." </span></div><br><br><em>"But again, sometimes, when the contract is quite big and unwilling to comply, <br>one has to resort to different methods of persuasion."</em> He smiles again.<div class="floatright"><em> "Massively big, overwhelming methods of persuasion, which sometimes explode."</em></div><br><em>"Something like that, you know."</em><br><br><div class="floatright"><span class="bbc_u">"Hey, did she call us boy?"</span></div><br><div class="floatleft"><span class="bbc_u">"I think so... I'm afraid to ask, why?"</span></div> <div class="floatright"><span class="bbc_u">"Uhm... no reason."</span></div><br><div align="center"><span class="bbc_u">"Helloooohoooo."</span></div><div class="floatleft"><span class="bbc_u">"Oh come on, we are at work!" </span></div><br><br><em>"I can see that you don't like guns? Your whole stance implies daggers or no, not daggers, stiletto, a bit like a fencer." </em>He rubs his chin, mustering Jessamyne intense,<em> "Maybe something like a rapier. But what for the distance? A small caliber gun perhaps but maybe something for fun too, you know, to say, 'You fucked with the wrong guys'." </em>His mind is quite working, enhanced by various drugs,&nbsp; remembering old news and rumors, <em>"And not at least meant as an offense, you are too well endowed to comfortably use a bow, so maybe a crossbow."</em><br><div class="floatleft"><em>"Would fit, does make it kind of personal."</em></div> <div class="floatright"><em>"What could be more personal than a thick shaft of wood sticking out of the heart?"</em></div><div align="center"><br><span class="bbc_u">"Guys, guys, imagine her in a cupid outfit and wings!"</span></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: One Crew to Rule it All - Lilith's Cave (Gang HQ)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Pink Professional</strong> on <strong>16-04-2012, 01:58:07</strong>
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				Name: Jack Mason<br>Tags: Marc, Danny, Ayr, Zed, Rutilus, Nick Voss, Demona<br><br>_____________<br><br>Although being brushed off, if only temporarily, by the Kitsune was a minor setback, Jack was content enough to simply let the gangbanger do his job. He had already caused enough mischief in the club, and he had at least two other major issues; The first was the smell of his newest succubus associate. Even across the room, he was honed in on the stench, mixing all the scents he could lust after. It was...Distracting, to say the least. Although he had enough willpower to overcome the sensual assault. Sadly, it made his second problem more problematic: His inner self, the Werewolf psyche, was Vying for control. It was egged on by the transformation, and the overbearing lust, and the stench of deprivation that the club reeked of. Ten years in the shithole prison had left him unprepared for such an overload of scents, feelings and desires. If he wasn't careful, his other Psyche would come to the fore: Which would probably result in a lot of blood, a lot of corpses and a lot of fucking.<br><br>Jack heard the voice of Nick Voss, the Satyr who he had noticed enter the club briefly. It beckoned him to take the lead: A smart decision, no matter how you looked at it. If it was a trap, Nick would have a hunk of Lycanthropic meat in front of him, if it were not: Assessing the situation from what was said to Jack. He nodded respectfully to the Satyr, respecting a man who knew how to respect the game.<br><br>Even as he walked up the steps to the VIP room, Jack could smell the scents of lust. It stank like a musk, hanging in the air. No where near as appealing as the forged, predatory scents of a Succubus, but enough to make the inner-wolf: who was still vying for control of him, howl out with lust fueled anticipation. He opened the door to see the sight, an Archon being worked over by what looked like a double of another woman. The image was more than a bit mystifying, but even as Jack checked out the woman, his eyes drifted towards the man: The Main attraction himself. Marc struck an interesting figure; Composed, completely in control, he emanated power and position, a good trait for one who intended to lead.&nbsp; At the same time, he seemed approachably flawed. He seemed 'real'.<br><br>"I guess it's you to whom I owe my freedom ?" The Lycan directed his words at Marc, apparently able to ignore the scene to his left...Partially. His shaft had not been calm since he first caught a whiff of the demonic lust being that was Demona. Seeing and smelling and hearing a woman so close to him had the potential to drive him over the edge of control: At this point though, his honour kept him in line. He'd been given freedom from a sentence that would probably have lasted the entirety of his nigh-immortal life. Gauging the worth of the man who seemed interested in holding his leash was important. "I'm skeptical, but I'm certainly in your debt. Tell me what you need of me, and I'll do it."
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				Title: <strong>Re: One Crew to Rule it All - Lilith's Cave (Gang HQ)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Revenent</strong> on <strong>16-04-2012, 14:46:03</strong>
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				<strong>Name:</strong> Marc<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Jack, Nick, Rutilus, Zed, Ayr<br><br>What Nick viewed as professionalism, Marc just considered putting all his cards out on the table, which may have been exactly why he let the angel and the fae do their thing up here in the first place. Being what he was, business and pleasure were kept separate, but could also be handled alongside each other, so it was best anyone he hired be okay with a couple lewd and distracting sights now and again while planning or negotiating. At least he had shown a bit of restraint by keeping Zed off of himself, something that required a lot of resilience and willpower, even for someone as old and experienced as him.<br><br>"What I need are heavy-hitters," the boss stated plainly, leaning forward in his seat to address both the satyr and the wolfman at the same time. "There's a club about ten blocks over called the Golden Pick. It's owned by the Gravediggers, but since it's in Unleashed territory and gets visited by a lot of beastmen, they have a parley with that gang in constant effect. Attacking and trashing the club, especially with a couple beastmen on our side, might start making the dwarves question their allies." Hidden behind his sunglasses, he glanced over at Rutilus at this point, though one with keen eyesight might see anyway.<br><br>"We're going to have a few soldiers on hand for this job, but it's going to tough, and it won't be the last one I have in mind, if you're interested in a long-term employment. With me so far?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: One Crew to Rule it All - Lilith's Cave (Gang HQ)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>JuliettaRossi</strong> on <strong>16-04-2012, 20:49:05</strong>
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				Name: Jessamyne<br>Location: Booth near the bar<br>Tagged: Wade (Katz)<br><br>She kept an eye on the ones at the bar, barely glancing toward Wade - only every so often when the mix of voices and tones made her grin. He was funny. She had to give him that. He was right about the umm...'bigger' contracts being a little harder to take out - needing a different approach and dispatching. For those, something a bit more 'effective' than knives tented to work, though one could never discount a good beheading - even if it was messy it always did the job. There was a clear-coat wire garrote within her silver cuff - a nice bit of custom work - retractable but with a push of a little section on the inside, it also made it like using a zip tie - only able to be tightened - especially useful with those who struggled more than the average target. For Wade though, she had a feeling he was quite messy...despite saying otherwise - especially after mentioning explosions - they were a little loud for her taste, but she had to admit - effective.<br><br><em>"No...I like guns. I like knives and crossbows as well..."</em> She grinned a bit at his wording, sipping from her drink slowly.<em> "I guess there's not much I wouldn't use if need be, but I have my favorites, as I'm sure you do too..."</em>
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				Title: <strong>Re: One Crew to Rule it All - Lilith's Cave (Gang HQ)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Katz</strong> on <strong>16-04-2012, 21:13:38</strong>
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				Name: Wade<br>Location: Booth near the bar<br>Tagged: Jessamyne<br><br><em>"Oh yes, but one has to be flexible as you said."</em> He empties his bottle, <em>"I like to remember this Hydra, simply didn't want to lay still, and every new head was twice the jerk then the old one. And no mountain to bury it under. The first time I had to use a meat grinder."</em> He remembers the day as it was yesterday, and with funny captions, commenting the whole 'incidence'. <em>"Since then I have a rocket dealer on speed dial, also a new favorite butchery."</em><br><br>Wade drops a mirrored sunglass on the table, watching the people behind him in the reflection. <br><br><div class="floatleft"><em>"Water and Fire still talking with each other and the succubi."</em></div> <div class="floatright"><em>"Goat and Puppy upstairs with the Pony."</em></div><br><br><em>"And what about you? I'm really ashamed to only talk about me."</em> <div class="floatright"><em>"Na I'm not."</em></div><br><em>"I would love to hear your name out of your own mouth, all that hearsay has only street value for me."</em>
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				Title: <strong>Re: One Crew to Rule it All - Lilith's Cave (Gang HQ)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Azaria</strong> on <strong>16-04-2012, 21:56:34</strong>
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				Name: Sila<br>Place: Corner of the Bar<br>Tagged: Demona, Deejay, Jugo<br><br><span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font">Sila watched Deejay and admired her words, her way of threatening without words impressed her. She had not known the Nixie for more than a nod of head whenever they met back in the maidenhood's HQ. The succubi she met several times but same as Deejay, she was merely a frequently seen face.<br><br>She looked at the vampire with disgust. She knew that Deejay will never accept such an offer, cause just like her, she was never going back to the leashes of any other organization. It was typical, them thinking that money will buy them whatever they want, gain them the power they wanted. It was true it worked, but not all the time.<br><br>Demona did say exactly what Sila wanted to say, slavery was no longer a choice for them. It was time that they rough their way to the top. Instead of being stepped over every time. She shook her head and turned her back to the guy and his suitcase. Ordering another beer from the bartender.</span>
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				Title: <strong>Re: One Crew to Rule it All - Lilith's Cave (Gang HQ)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Metalzephyr</strong> on <strong>17-04-2012, 00:33:05</strong>
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				<strong>Name:</strong> Nick Voss (Satyr)<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Marc, Ayr, Zed, Rutilus, Jack<br><br>The idea of putting the boot to some beardies and former kinsmen sounded pretty entertaining to Nick, especially if it meant the Unleashed got into a bigger scrap because of it. Even more so, if it was, at least in part, because of his presence.<br><br><strong>"Sounds like fun. Just need to know how much we're gettin paid, when this is going down, and whether we're kicking in teeth, or doing a straight up hit of the joint."</strong> the level of force, and lethality, wasn't going to turn Nick away, he just needed to know. He tended towards the former, but the latter was fine too. <br>Just meant he expected the pay to be better.<br><br><strong>"As for long term, well, that's gonna depend. I ain't gonna tie myself to the first gangster with enough green to bring me out to a headbusting exercise. I'd wanna know more about who you are, and what your game is, before I committed to anything more than a job at a time. Course, that can wait till later."</strong> he shrugged. He had no reason to dislike the mysterious employer, just a general distrust. It was a wise policy in his books, not to assume anyone had your best interests in mind. Or even some interest in your survival, let alone success. But he was impressed enough to consider the idea. Clearly, whoever he was speaking to, had balls. He was hitting a 'diggers bar, and taking on some of the most brutish shits around town... just to start a scrap between two of the big fish. Add onto that, that he busted Jack Mason out of the joint, <em>and</em> had done enough research to know who at least most of the people showing up to his shindig were, whether big players or small. He respected the intelligence, the balls, and the style (it <em>was</em> a nice suit). But that didn't mean he wasn't a shitbag who'd throw Nick and anyone else in the fire just to advance his own schemes. Just, a high quality shitbag.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: One Crew to Rule it All - Lilith's Cave (Gang HQ)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>DomShark</strong> on <strong>17-04-2012, 05:21:25</strong>
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				<strong>Name:</strong> Jugo Kiyaburo<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Deejay, Demona, Sila, Kitsune Bouncer.<br><br>Jugo smiled wide as Deejay displayed her ability and her fire, an unexpected but not unwelcome trait in a water elemental. There was no honor in conquering the meek, and Deejay was anything but. When she formed teeth and used a few cubes of ice to solidify claws, Jugo felt a chill run through his spine, he was glad that drowning wasn't her only means of attack. He listened intently as she refused his offer with an impressive flair for the dramatic. When she turned back toward the bar with quite stunning fluidity, Jugo continued to look into her eyes. Even as he pushed the case shut with his toe.<br><br>The undead was about to say something about the sound of a stick colliding with water was identical to the sound of a stick caving in a human's skull, when the succubus decided to open her jizz trap mouth. She'd fed recently, Jugo could feel it in her presence and her breath still reflected the evidence of it. The Hell Whore apparently believed that Jugo was a fool, for she claimed to have known the Inner Council, before his "Rise to Power". It was an obvious lie. For one, the Fallen dealt extensively in prostitution, for the highest ranking officers to outsource their own pleasure to a <em>rival</em> gang would be the height of stupidity. Furthermore, prior to Jugo being accepted into the fold of the Fallen, he was their rival. The war wasn't a secret, nor was it a secret why Succubi were only used for their bodies, even among more forward thinking outfits.<br><br>Jugo showed no outward sign of his resentment of the succubus or her false comments, he merely continued looking at Deejay through the back of her head. The whole idea of coming alone and unarmed into this place had been thrilling at first, but he could no longer stand for the blatant disrespect of those who he hadn't wronged in any way.<br><br>The comments from the succubus were not worthy of a reply, or at least not one of words. Jugo deeply regretted not bringing his sword. Instead he just calmly retrieved his case and stood up, still looking into Deejay's eyes.<br><br>"I'll be seeing you again soon Deejay." Jugo said politely. "It's been a pleasure."<br><br>A polite nod of his head was also offered to the fire elemental, who'd at least had the good sense to keep her mouth shut on matters that didn't involve her directly. Jugo turned from the bar without so much as a glance toward the succubus, he couldn't afford to let his temper get the best of him. Not here, not now.<br><br><em>Jugo, I'm sensing some very powerful demonic presences in there. Is everything alright?</em> Ai's concerned voice rang through Jugo's mind, she must have been circling low above the building.<br><br><em>Nothing I can't handle.</em> Jugo answered silently, walking toward the crowd that was growing by the staircase. <em>However, I've decided not to remain in this dump for any longer than I must. If I encounter any problem leaving, I might need for you to come in.</em><br><br>For Ai to "Come In" might mean the destruction of the entire structure which was certainly not built to house a beast like her, but Jugo hoped it wouldn't come to that.<br><br>"I have waited as long as I'm going to." Jugo informed the Kitsune at the bottom of the stairs. "Take me to the shot caller here. Trust that you don't want me to leave here with anger toward this gang."
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				Title: <strong>Re: One Crew to Rule it All - Lilith's Cave (Gang HQ)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ironwolf85</strong> on <strong>17-04-2012, 06:53:12</strong>
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				Name: Ayr Fairfang<br>Tags: Marc, Nick, Zed, Rutilus, Jack<br>Ayr was in mid mass with the beautiful fae copy, it had been a long time since he'd had such a long peaceful sucking that he was inclined to enjoy the pleasure and simply listen. Now however was the time to speak up.<br>"may I suggest somthing?" he raised a hand "if we are to implicate the beastmen and diggers at the same time, I have some heavy firepower so long as our wild little crew here do not kill themselves with my equipment." with that he stood up running a hand down the copy's face before zipping up. "I think a gheistflame thrower and a couple of HMG's would go a long way in this effort. ghiestflame is used by both gangs and The brothers." he placed a hand on Nick's sholder leaning on him a little and smiling at his new co-horts. Ayr's wings closed around himself now like a cape. "if you have any other requests for gear let me know and I'll see if I have somthing"
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				Title: <strong>Re: One Crew to Rule it All - Lilith's Cave (Gang HQ)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>CarnivalOfTheGoat</strong> on <strong>17-04-2012, 10:19:05</strong>
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				Name: Deejay<br>Tags: Demona, Sila, Jugo, the bar<br><br>Deejay turns her head slightly towards Demona as the succubus tongue-lashes the vampire. She's a bit surprised at Demona's apparent history with this guy. At least Deejay is clear enough right now to think straight, not respond with the unpredictable fury elementals have such a reputation for.<br><br>Of course, that reputation might be less-deserved if they weren't constantly being summoned and bound into impure forms.<br><br>But she's also a bit worried. She gave the vampire a firm "No." with solid reasons, but she didn't insult him. Well, perhaps 'old one,' but that, at least, was questionable as to whether it was respectful, insulting, or simply a statement of fact. And as to the relationship she had had with the Brotherhood, there was no denying that it had been slavery...<br><br>That was simple honesty. <br><br>"Don't know if we want to start a fight here, Dee." the elemental murmurs very quietly, letting one of her watery ponytails drag and rest lightly over Demona's shoulder. Her surface rippled with shifting tension. "But thanks."<br><br>She doesn't respond further to Jugo, though frost curls and writhes in an ever-shifting lacework of white gossamer along the water shaping her currently talon-like left hand and forearm, breaking and reforming as the currents within her liquid being swirl and shift. She does, however, tip her head slightly towards Sila. "Sucks to be popular sometimes, doesn't it?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: One Crew to Rule it All - Lilith's Cave (Gang HQ)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>PeacethatPowerbrings</strong> on <strong>18-04-2012, 00:05:49</strong>
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				<strong>Name:</strong> Zed<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Marc, Ayr, Rutilus, Nick, Jack<br><br>Zed's double looked somewhat disappointed when Ayr pulled out of her mouth, and zipped up. Her expression didn't last long, as she stood, stepped over to where Zed was, and seemed to melt into her. Zed turned to Ayr and gave him a smile, licking her lips. As her double rejoined her, she'd gained all the separate experiences she'd had. The double was, at least mentally separate, meaning that for the past few minutes, Zed now had a set of memories with two separate vantage points, quite an experience, but one which she was used to.<br><br>Zed moved back to sit in the booth, resting her feet, and her mouth. She didn't speak, more interested in listening. She crossed her legs, and absently reached down to her satchel, from which appeared a nail file, that she set to work using on her rainbow coloured nails. She was happy to be seen as eye candy by any who showed up after, or a whore, by those who were already there. It was hardly any injury to her other skill-set to be dismissed as an object for pleasure.<br><br>She wasn't sure that the conversation was evolving toward her kind of business, but still, being present to hear about it was interesting. She wouldn't shirk from a fire-fight, but she'd never sought one out. She tended to prefer being the only one shooting, if at all possible. On the other hand, she could see the benefit in destabilizing some of the other gangs, especially if a war could be provoked. The city was sewn up pretty tight, and a new group, a new boss, would need a bit of breathing room to muscle in.<br><br>She smiled and continued to toy with her nails, looking up only to examine each of the people now occupying the VIP area. Quite an interesting collection. She was drawn more immediately to the Satyr and the Centaur, admittedly, because they stuck out, like she did, though. Wings, legs, whatever, she dug the melting pot atmosphere that seemed to be developing, an interesting way to start something in the city, she thought, after all, the purist gangs had all be tried, and none of them seemed to be getting much movement on each other.
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				Title: <strong>Re: One Crew to Rule it All - Lilith's Cave (Gang HQ)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>summoner2183</strong> on <strong>18-04-2012, 00:54:17</strong>
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				Name: Rutilus<br>Tagging: Marc, Ayr, Zed, Nick, Jack<br><br>Rutilus listened in to the conversation and then noticed that Zed, the fae had already merged her double with herself. There was a plot to start an all out turf war between his former gang and the Diggers. While he had friends with both factions, he had heard of the club that was about to be targeted and despite himself, he smiled. That particular club was run by one of those dwarves that he had the displeasure of meeting while he was still in the Unleashed, and he was eager to see the club thrashed.<br><br>"I concur with what Ayr had said over this... it would be prudent to do so with heavy weapons... especially ones that are mostly known to be either used by the Unleashed, or stolen weapons that belongs to the Diggers, which we could engineer to have Unleashed markings on them. That way, there is going to be tension between the two factions which might lead to a turf war between them... something we can use to our advantage." He said pleasantly. "Not to mention that the Golden Pick is run by one of the dwarves that I had the displeasure of meeting."
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				Title: <strong>Re: One Crew to Rule it All - Lilith's Cave (Gang HQ)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Pink Professional</strong> on <strong>18-04-2012, 01:13:06</strong>
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				Name: Jack Mason<br>Tags: Rutilus, Marc, Ayr, Zed, Nick.<br><br>The thought of crushing a group of dwarves held no great pleasure or pain for him. He had no feelings towards the species in general, they simply were. Like prey to the wolf, he wouldn't pity their fate. Only accept it. Jack kept a curious eye on the Nymph, not sure what to think of the woman. If he had learned anything, it was that a woman's lips and a woman's hips could be the greatest weapon in the world. It certainly got to him ten years ago. He spoke to Marc first. Deciding to say his piece. "I will do what's required, I owe you a hell of a debt, one I can't fulfil with any singular job or wish. If you need me to play muscles, I'll do it. Keep me flooded with Booze and women, I'd probably walk with you into the depths of the Angel's nest and kill for you..." With a pause, and a grin that was damn near bestial, Jack showed off a mouth full of razor sharp fangs, each of which looked capable of slicing through flesh with ease. "...I'd walk into the Brother's nest for free though. I need to carve the last 10 years into their flesh."<br><br>He turned to Ayr next, hearing words about weapons and troops and other things that usually cramped his style. Nothing that concerned him too much: he decided to indulge the man. "I'll not need any kit. I think I'm going to go with my own two claws for this fight. No disrespect, Archon." He nodded politely to the Archon, like the Kitsune below, he had a sort of almost brotherly respect for any Canine species. The Archon had the face of a dog, he smelt similar to a dog, thus, he had a respect for him. Although if he tried to do anything close to 'dominance', Jack was liable to rip it off.<br><br>Turning back to Marc, he smiled again, his teeth back to a more normal, pearly white, blunt, human set of teeth. He stretched slightly, as if bored of waiting, as if this little scrap was a ten year warm up after a too long Hiatus. "Marc, I have two little questions for you. One, how's the moon tonight? And two, Do you want fatalities? The easiest way to start a war would be for me to rip off the little Dwarf's head off, mount it on a spike and brand it with the Unleashed's mark."<br><br>He hadn't said much to Rutilus or Nick. Simply because there was not much to say. They would fight together, they would make people bleed together, but they probably wouldn't have much to chat about. It didn't help Jack was a little rusty at small talk. It wasn't his thing. Nick seemed eager to make good cash, and Rutilus seemed eager to fit in.
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				Title: <strong>Re: One Crew to Rule it All - Lilith's Cave (Gang HQ)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Revenent</strong> on <strong>18-04-2012, 02:34:35</strong>
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				<strong>Name:</strong> Marc, Danny<br><strong>Tags:</strong> Nick, Jack, Rutilus, Zed, Ayr, Jugo<br><br>Marc glanced around the room as each of the animal-blooded men as they each put forth their own questions, concerns, and ideas about the situation, grateful at least Zed preferred business be kept brief and simple. Of course, that was likely just an act on her part to not appear as devious as she truly was, but it couldn't hurt to "reward" her later, especially since he benefitted from it just as much. "To answer your questions first, Mr. Voss, five grand for this one job, with possible future employment rates to be negotiated later; three hours from now; and a little bit of both. The Unleashed aren't usually subtle when it comes to their raids, but no heads mounted on spikes. We don't want to make it so painfully obvious that we're just trying to set them up. Even a bunch of trolls would be smart enough to try not to leave clues when attacking a parleyed club."<br><br>Looking at Ayr, he nodded his approval of the archon's suggestions. "The heavier the better. If it can cause more damage, or at least more chaos, and looks like the beasty boys might use it, go ahead and get it prepped for later. I don't think we're going to have a shortage of those willing to burn a few beards off. I don't think we should bother marking them, unless you're alright with us leaving some of your prized merchandise behind." He smirked lightly as another thought came to him. "Oh, and make sure you have something light enough for Danny to carry. Since he's a kit, he's going to be in the forward crew, but he'll need something that'll give him some decent protection. As for the cost of all this, I hope you don't mind discussing that when I'm less busy. It's not like you don't know where you can find me."<br><br>Finally, his shaded eyes fell on Jack. "I think you overestimate how much it cost to get you out, Wolfman. Most of the time, it didn't take a stack of bills as much as it did a healthy fuck, or handing over Danny if they preferred their meat more fresh. But if you feel you owe me a debt because I was the only one who thought you'd be better out of jail then in, I won't argue. Just try not to get yourself recognized when we go in for the hit. No one's going to believe the Unleashed wanted to buy your freedom." The nephilim stood up then, giving a glance at the fairy that said she was free to either follow him as he continued his business, or find something better to do. He didn't know if she would find any of it useful, but she had chosen to stick around and listen before.<br><br>"Oh, one last thing, to all of you: there's going to be one head in that club tonight that I don't want taken off. I'll give you the details later, but suffice to say, if you fuck up and kill him, I'll send you somewhere far worse than prison." With that oddly calm warning, Marc made his way over to the stairs to deal with some trouble he sensed brewing, leaving the rest to whatever they chose their business to be, unless they chose to follow.<br><br>Thankfully, just before Danny could unwisely tell Jugo where he could shove his anger, Marc started descending the steps, catching the kitsune's attention. "Someone's awful impatient to get turned away," the half-devil remarked with a bitter smile as he walked down to greet the vampire, drawing off his sunglasses for the first time so his silver eyes could reflect the multicolored lights of the club. "Typical of a Brother; you don't even know what I'm setting up here, but you assume bringing along a briefcase of money can solve any problem. That case still looks pretty heavy, though; what's the matter, no takers?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: One Crew to Rule it All - Lilith's Cave (Gang HQ)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ironwolf85</strong> on <strong>18-04-2012, 07:13:02</strong>
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				Name: Ayr<br>Tagged: Nick, Jack, Rutilus, Zed, Marc, Jugo, Danny<br><br>Ayr was next down the stairs eagerly away and heading for the doorway with a semi-mad grin on his face. hardware was one of his favorite things, showing it off, making it, and employing it even more so. he smiled at the bouncer and picked up his sachel. where the orcs had just finished checking the last of the many weapons inside. "I need all these back I have to present these to our future crew." he was as quick as his lithe body could move, movine between patrons. Stopping only to grab danny by the hand and before he could act pulling a heavy calibur handgun, dragging the silver-engraved barrel against the kitsune's inner thigh then slamming it into his holster to replace the stolen gun. "there you go, Agincourt 772 Royal answer to the well known magnum, same calibur, less kick, just don't use it to pistolwhip anyone it's too light for that, it's loaded with incendary rounds." he spun around danny, coming back to back with him before taking off up the stairs.<br>Ayr loved to taunt guys like danny, even if it was Zed on his mind, well Nymphs and heavy calibur weapons.<br><br>He pulled what looked like a heavy pistol with a flamethrower nossel and canister on the table. "Ghiestflame" he smiled with a maniac grin tapping the tank with a finger. "unlike napalm, naptha, or greek fire, while all lovely, this is basicly condenced undead rage distilled into alchemical potion." he picked it up and released a gout of flame. it was a twisted thing a ghostly visage of rage contorted into a flaming spray and dispite bathing the entire group in flame did no damage.<br>"the lovely thing about ghiestflame, unless you get mad, it doesn't burn. Hence why Unleashed and Brothers use it god help you confronting an enraged werewolf with this thing." he threw a tender arm around Jack and dropped the ghiestflame thrower into his lap. "we just happen to have one such double ton ball of fur and bloodlust, fresh fom Black Lake Corrections might I add..."<br><br>He looked to the rest of his future crew positively giddy with the chance to show off his latest death dealing weapons "now who wants toys?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: One Crew to Rule it All - Lilith's Cave (Gang HQ)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>PeacethatPowerbrings</strong> on <strong>18-04-2012, 14:39:37</strong>
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				<br><strong>Name:</strong> Zed<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Marc, Jugo, Danny<br><br>Zed stood up with Marc, and followed him, happy enough to shadow him for the time being. She already knew more than she would in an average night, and she was interested to know more. She continued to make out like she was eye-candy, or in this case, as she followed him along, arm-candy maybe.<br><br>She took one look at Jugo, and liked him. It was probably just her Faerie blood of course, but her sense that he was probably insome way psychotic, definitely a blood-sucker, combined with the fact that Marc seemed to be there to confront him in some way, meant that, far from disliking him, he was quite taken by his appearance. It certainly did hurt his case when Marc mentioned he had a briefcase full of money. Faerie morality was notoriously lax, so liking her enemies as much as her friends, if indeed he would turn out to be an enemy, as Marc's approach seemed to indicate, was nothing special. <br><br>Her eyes ran over his body, admiring his tattoos, his clothes, his briefcase. She was genuinely hoping that in the next minute or so, Marc made nice with him, because otherwise, she could see that she'd probably have to restrain herself.
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				Title: <strong>Re: One Crew to Rule it All - Lilith's Cave (Gang HQ)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>JuliettaRossi</strong> on <strong>18-04-2012, 20:12:05</strong>
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				Name: Jessamyne<br>Location: Booth near the bar<br>Tagged: Wade<br><br><span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font">She stifles a giggle at the mention of the use of a meat grinder, the rocket dealer and the favorite butcher. She sipped her drink slowly, listening to the slightly different other voice talk about the goings on at the bar, as if checking in. She's more than amused at this, but she simply smiles and leans back into the cushioned booth, her eyes glancing toward the ones he talks about, then up toward the VIP room she had just been in. <br><br>"My own name hmm?" She glanced sideways at him with a slight grin. "It's Jessamyne...And what is all this hearsay you mention?" She plays with a smooth silver band on one of her fingers, making it spin slowly.</span></span>
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				Title: <strong>Re: One Crew to Rule it All - Lilith's Cave (Gang HQ)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Katz</strong> on <strong>18-04-2012, 23:58:48</strong>
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				Name: Wade <br>Location: Booth near the bar<br>Tagged: Jessamyne<br><br><em>"Oh well, I'm always looking out for competition, and someone did had done some serious stabbing in the last months." </em>He smiles at the Elf, <em>"Wasn't hard to figure out who's work it had been."<br></em><br><div align="center"><span class="bbc_u">"Yay to stabbing!"</span></div><br><em>"It's getting so boooooring in here..."</em><br><br><div class="floatleft"><span class="bbc_u">"I concur."</span></div> <div class="floatright"><span class="bbc_u">"We should explode something."</span></div><br><br><div class="floatleft"><span class="bbc_u">"That stuff is for emergencies."</span></div><div class="floatright"><span class="bbc_u"> "Isn't boredom some kind of emergency?"</span></div><br><div class="floatleft"><span class="bbc_u">"You kinda have a point."</span></div><div class="floatright"><span class="bbc_u"> "Hey ask her what is upstairs."</span></div><br><br><em>"I heard you already had been upstairs, so what is up there?"</em><br>&nbsp;
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				Title: <strong>Re: One Crew to Rule it All - Lilith's Cave (Gang HQ)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>JuliettaRossi</strong> on <strong>19-04-2012, 00:24:34</strong>
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				Name: Jessamyne<br>Location: Booth near the bar<br>Tagged: Wade<br><br><span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font">It was never good when Wade got bored...She could see that. It was actually...more than likely...dangerous for Wade to get bored. <br><br>"I have been up there...but you knew that. There's not much up there. Well, considerably more now that the centaur, the werewolf and satyr are up there, but beyond that, it's a room of booths - empty but for our possible new employer and some other possible candidates. Candidates for what, I'm not quite sure. If what he had me do was any indication of what I'll be needed for, it seems like it will be a fairly easy job."<br><br>The bar seemed much...emptier without the three that had recently gone upstairs. They took up quite a bit of room - both physically and well, not so much emotionally - though it did seem like things were more combustible with them joining the group. The 'space' they took up was simply...'more.' They had a presence about them. She just wondered what their role in all this would be. She wondered what everyone's role would be for that matter - how this would all play out...</span></span>
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				Title: <strong>Re: One Crew to Rule it All - Lilith's Cave (Gang HQ)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>DomShark</strong> on <strong>19-04-2012, 11:39:06</strong>
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				<strong>Name:</strong> Jugo Kiyaburo<br><strong>Location:</strong> Staircase<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> DeeJay, Marc, Zed, Ayr, Jack Mason, Danny.<br><br>There was a tense moment of silence, in which Jugo could almost feel his blood slowing through his veins and everything seemed to slow down in his mind. Nothing had even happened, not really, just a brief expression of facial muscles in which Jugo judged that the slender kit called Danny was- "Making that face" that people made just before they said something that would cost them their lives. In that narrow fraction of a second, Jugo looked more at ease than he had the entire time, feeling that the uncertainty was over, he would indeed have to fight his way out and was steeling himself for exactly that.<br><br>Then, Danny was interrupted- pardoned from being shown his own throat, when the one who seemed to be in charge showed himself at last. It was difficult sometimes to recognize a demon, given their tendency to change forms or jump hosts. Though Jugo didn't immediately recognize Marc by name or reputation, he did recognize him as a powerful demonic presence, and as such respected him enough to stay his hand. At that point, the palpable tension that had been burning in the space between Jugo and Danny dissipated and the world resumed it's normal speed.<br><br>As Marc spoke, Jugo pushed past Danny as casually as if the young "banger" were nothing more than a beaded curtain. A fair comparison, as far as Jugo was concerned.<br><br>Disdain!<br><br>It was unfortunate that even the so called leader of this cattle call was unwilling to hear an offer with an open mind, but he guessed that like so many of the other misfits, the demon Marc likely had some history with the Fallen. At his core, Jugo understood. It was important for one who desired leadership to impress an air of superiority on those who would act on his behalf. Given the lack of success that the vampire had had "Trapping flies with honey", perhaps disdain was the way to go.<br><br>"You misunderstand my intentions entirely." Jugo smiled, bowing from the waist, his technique was flawless. "I have come here to welcome you to the neighborhood, for as when a family moves into a house, the kind neighbor brings casserole, egg salad, or ingredients to make a house into a home. So too does the benevolent neighbor bring gifts to help make an idea into a gang."<br><br>Jugo's smile waned for a moment, hesitant to reveal the contents of the briefcase in such a public place, and the way that the Fae was looking at him was making him nervous. If she'd been mortal, he would have judged it to be a look of something reminiscent of sexual arousal, but he'd learned long ago not to try and guess at a Fairy's motivations. Despite the feminine and undeniably playful appearance she made, Fae magic was nothing to be taken lightly, especially for one of such unique darkness as Jugo. He made a mental note to tug at that thread later, if and when things devolved.<br><br>"I'm also willing to offer amnesty, at least in relation to my branch of the Fallen, to any former Brothers who might be Green Lit at the moment." With this remark, Jugo's eyes traveled to Jack's, a subtle reminder that sooner or later, some one would come to silence him. "Furthermore, I'd be willing to lend a few score of mortal gunmen to your disposal. At least until you gain some traction around here with the local businesses."<br><br>The unspoken rule was that everything that happened on the streets of Middle City was commonly referred to as "Business". Drugs, sex, muggings, murder, of course; but this umbrella also included laundromats, restaurants and barber shops. Everyone and everything was connected, and one way or another, everyone paid. Ordinarily, a visit like this would involve Jugo detailing what sort of "tax" a fledgling gang like this would pay in order not to be crushed by the mighty black fist of the Brother's Fallen, but this was a very different sort of meeting. Jugo had offered the moon, now it was time to explain what he expected in return.<br><br>"The ten I left with your orc, that's your casserole, spend it in good health. The benevolent neighbor also would warn the new neighbor to danger. In this respect, it's that I humbly ask you to turn away the cute little water witch over in the corner." Jugo gestured with his head, setting the closed case on one of the steps in between he and the collection of others upstairs. "The higher ups in my outfit have need of her, and I've pledged to bring her back into the fold. If you were to accept her, and make her a... whatever you end up calling yourselves- then in that one instance, the very existence of this outfit would run counter to my intrests and the interests of The Brothers Fallen. It's always been my stance that war is bad for business, if you agree, you'll help lighten my load and turn the girl away, lest she drown you all."<br><br>Jugo smiled, flashing confident eyes at the Fae, a look that seemed to communicate that there was plenty more where that case had come from. He felt fairly confident he'd made a good argument, DeeJay hadn't even been invited upstairs yet. The bit about the "Benevolent Neighbor" might have been a bit confusing, but one couldn't doubt the soundness of his argument. Now it was up to Marc to decide if this was the start of an alliance or the beginning of a long and bloody war.
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				Title: <strong>Re: One Crew to Rule it All - Lilith's Cave (Gang HQ)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Katz</strong> on <strong>19-04-2012, 14:27:29</strong>
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				Name: Wade<br>Location: Booth near the bar<br>Tagged: Jessamyne<br><br><div class="floatright"><span class="bbc_u">"Did she just underestimated us?"</span></div><br><div class="floatleft"><span class="bbc_u">"Did she? I don't know."</span></div> <div class="floatright"><span class="bbc_u">"Tell her about the meatgrinder!"</span></div><br><div class="floatleft"><span class="bbc_u">"We already have."</span></div><div class="floatright"><span class="bbc_u"> "Oh..... and the SCUD?"</span></div><br><div class="floatleft"><span class="bbc_u">"Na, that would seem like bragging." </span></div><div class="floatright"><span class="bbc_u">"Can't we trigger at least one explosive here?"</span></div><br><div class="floatleft"><span class="bbc_u">"We'll see."</span></div> <div class="floatright"><span class="bbc_u">"Spoilsport."</span></div><br><br>Wade actually smiles on the inside, being underestimated because of how he is, or because he is a human. Helpful for the job and very amusing. Even immortality can be a curse, if one is prisoned inside a cube out of lead and sunken on the ground of the ocean. <br><br><em>"Maybe it's some kind of last man standing."</em> He looks around and then back to Jessamyne.<em> "Would be interesting."</em>
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				Title: <strong>Re: One Crew to Rule it All - Lilith's Cave (Gang HQ)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Pink Professional</strong> on <strong>19-04-2012, 19:13:16</strong>
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				Name: Jack 'Jekyll' Mason<br>Tags: <strong>Jugo</strong>, <em>Marc</em>, Rautilus, Nick, Ayr, Zed, The rest of the Club<br><br>Jack had been following the man who had released him from his cage until both he and the rest of the ‘muscle’ had their progress blocked. Upon hearing that the man who was blocking the path was a 'brother': Jack's rage began to bubble forth. At the moment though, his judgement told him that&nbsp; He shouldn't kill the man: If only because of his new employer. As such, he barely resisted the urge to put him through a wall...Barely. He heard the twirling archon, with his fancy guns, talk and prance and show of the potent weapon, he remained unmoving, taking the weapon, but 'politely' removing his arm from around him. The Archon shared a canine gene with him. That didn't make them best-ies. His focus was on the Vampire, as he tried hard to ignore the urge to gut the Brother.<br><br>That was until the Vampire opened his mouth. He didn't need to have a Werewolf's keen nose to realise that the man spouted nothing but bullshit. He was happy enough to ignore the man...Until his words turned to him. The Moronic Vampire offered him Amnesty? For a second time in the night, Jack felt the urge to transform overtake logic. This times though, only a partial transformation. His teeth elongated and sharpened, becoming fangs. A similar transformation came to his hands. Replaced with paws and claws, sharp and lethal. He quickly brought his hand up towards Jugo's neck and, in a flash, had the vampire at a death threat. Jack's eyes looked feral and, combined with the less than human teeth, struck a deadly image. His words were loud, his voice booming and guttural and angry as he spoke out to the man. <br><br>"Amnesty? What makes you think I want Amnesty? I'm going to carve the last 10 years of my life into every member of the brotherhood who crosses me with my own fucking claws! Only circumstances prevent you from being the first of the many corpses I'm going to carve up that belong to the Brother's Fallen."<br><br>It seemed humanity was preserving: just. His newly formed loyalty, as fragile as it remained, kept Jack from fighting or, more likely, killing the Vampire. Although the menace and the threat was there, that was all it was...Threats. Jack pushed past the stairs, physically pushing every person who stood in his way out of it: Jugo included. He showed no respect for the vampire as he headed for the bar. All the crowds parted from the feral looking man, avoiding him for the most part. In a bar populated by scary motherfuckers, Jack stood out at that moment as the man most likely to kill someone. He padded over to the bar, looking for a drink...Anything to distract the pounding desires of his more feral side: Who had oh-so-nearly broken through and ripped the vampire in half.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: One Crew to Rule it All - Lilith's Cave (Gang HQ)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>BitterSweet</strong> on <strong>20-04-2012, 18:57:44</strong>
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				No one had pushed the kitsune too far, not entirely surprising, really.&nbsp; The club was a potential powder keg with all the low lifes and ambitious wanna-be's gathered for whatever table scraps they could get from the situation.<br><br>Zero planted himself by the stairs, and amused himself with Charisma, one eye on the shifting levels of violence in the bar.&nbsp; The succubus had gone to amuse herself with someone less volatile than the werewolf but the Vampire continued to ruffle feathers.<br><br>"You know, all sorts of things could happen here tonight," Zero insinuated a hand between Charisma's legs, smiling as she squirmed.&nbsp; "Rumors of a profitable job have brought out all the knife wielding lunatics and the mad bombers – all here in this one club.&nbsp; Everyone's being as careful as little mice … probably the only reason the little kitsune is still alive."<br><br>"Something's going down," he slipped an arm around Charisma's waist, gripping the edge of one wing to pin it to her back and keep her confined.&nbsp; "It might make your next shift at the hospital busy.&nbsp; Do you like knowing that?&nbsp; A little war being planned right here, all around you, pretty angel?"<br><br>Charisma's little thong was no defense against Zero's probing fingers; he stroked the thin scrap of fabric, tracing along her slit, putting pressure over her clit.&nbsp; He wondered if he could make her cum, here in the club, and smiled at the thought.&nbsp; But he was distracted shortly after – possibly to Charisma's frustration – when the upstairs came downstairs.&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: One Crew to Rule it All - Lilith's Cave (Gang HQ)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Metalzephyr</strong> on <strong>21-04-2012, 02:22:09</strong>
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				<strong>Name:</strong> Nick Voss (Satyr)<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Ayr, Zed, Jugo, Marc<br><br>The Satyr simply nodded when the new 'boss' addressed his concerns in turn. Sounded like the job was fairly straight forward, and they were being well compensated for their collective silence on who <em>really</em> hit the club. Feeling rather impressed, he listened politely and silently through the rest. Nodding again when it was mentioned that there was an exceptional target in the joint. Seemed fair, and he knew better than to ask questions.<br><br>As Ayr set about offering up weapons, Nick waved him off as politely as he could, eyes following Zed as she rose and followed Marc from the room.<br><strong>"Appreciate it, but guns ain't my thing."</strong> Nick glanced up at his horns, and shrugged. <strong>"Nice toys though. Always like having the biggest artillery on <em>my</em> side."</strong> he laughed quietly, and moved to follow Marc as well.<br><br>As he heard an unfamiliar voice reply to his new employer's, Nick stopped. He leaned his head out the door, but retreated after a moment, leaning back against the wall inside the VIP room, preferring to stay hidden for the moment. He could smell him from here, and only the most fucked up looking demons gave him the creeps like a vamp could. But as he listened, he had to respect the deadhead. The bloodsucker sure knew the business, and he <em>was</em> being plenty more generous than Nick expected anyone in his position would be. It meant of course, that he had an interest in seeing this fledgling outfit succeed, but he was being pretty clear about that. Even if the vampire gave him the creeps, Nick always liked a proper professional, especially one with that kinda cash on hand. He'd have to keep the corpse in mind for future employment. For now, he stayed in the VIP room, not ready to declare his loyalty (even unintentionally) by standing behind this demon.
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				Title: <strong>Re: One Crew to Rule it All - Lilith's Cave (Gang HQ)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Revenent</strong> on <strong>21-04-2012, 06:08:52</strong>
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				<strong>Name:</strong> Marc<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> <em>Jugo</em>, Jack, Nick, Rutilus, Zed, Ayr<br><br>True to his nature, Marc stayed silent and smiled pleasantly through the entirety of the vampire's presentation and offer, not even flinching when the Wolfman lost his temper and threatened not just Jugo, but the entirety of the Brothers. Thankfully, Jugo seemed to be of the intelligent sort, so he was sure he would be understanding that the man-beast had just been released from prison, and would have a bit of emotional instability to get over. Besides, Jack Mason alone was hardly a threat to the entire Kiyaburo Brotherhood. He had met Jugo's enforcer and lieutenant a couple times on visits to Little Tokyo; a charming girl, but enough to wipe out this entire establishment on her own, if not all of its current occupants.<br><br>"Oh, were it only winter previous instead of spring, I would be glad to work out some sort of arrangement with you, Mr. Kiyaburo. But I'm afraid you'll find your Fallen employers won't be so eager to call me a friend; not anymore." The half-demon's eyes flashed from steel silver to deep blue, though one could mistake it for a result of the lighting effects. "I won't look for amnesty, and I won't look for favors, because I know none I'm offered are for my own benefit. You of all people should know that in regard to the Fallen, Jugo. You can pretend to be an ally or a partner for a while, but sooner or later, you have to admit you're under their control."<br><br>Descending the rest of the way down the stairs, Marchosias continued to smile politely, even as his words seemed to deny any chance of reconciliation with the Brothers (who weren't really offering it.) and demean Jugo as a once-respectable warlord who had fallen under their grasp. The truth was, the real power in that group all came back to the Don, so there was no pretending even the bloodsucker had much say in the organization as a whole; within his own district, maybe, but that was probably just because it was more convenient for the Brothers. No one was truly willing to share power if they didn't have to in this corrupt city, so Marc saw this offer to help his outfit with starting up as just another attempt to work him back under control, by someone who didn't even know who he was.<br><br>Seeing Marc descend past Jugo, Danny started to follow, seeing no reason to guard the VIP deck if no one was up there. However, at the last moment, the club owner turned around to address Jugo once again. "Oh, and as for the nixie, I would gladly hand her over to you for a fair amount, but it looks like there are a couple already who wouldn't be happy with that, ones I could use for my own business. But with all the resources of the Brothers at your back, I'm sure you can whip up another one with no problem."
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				Title: <strong>Re: One Crew to Rule it All - Lilith's Cave (Gang HQ)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>PeacethatPowerbrings</strong> on <strong>21-04-2012, 16:54:25</strong>
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				<strong>Name:</strong> Zed<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Marc, Jugo, Nick, Rutilius, Ayr, Jack<br><br>Zed stayed with Marc, close, but just behind. She watched both him, and Jugo with interesting, curious about their interaction. She was impressed when he failed to react to Jack's sudden, or it seemed that way to her, outburst. She couldn't deny taking a little pleasure in the display of fury. It seemed he was, or at could be, a very angry wolfman. She saw his partial transformation, and was immediately curious about what he'd look like fully transformed.<br><br>Zed listened to Marc's words carefully, trying to figure out if they were really enemies. She wasn't sure she detected any veiled threats, so it wasn't wholly antagonistic, she thought, but definitely not friendly. As Marc moved past Jugo, she followed, turning to Jugo as she passed with a hungry smile and a glance down, and then up his body.<br><br>It wasn't as though she was committed to Marc's cause, whatever that was, yet, his plans, aside from what she heard, we're not something she was privy to, so she wasn't going to make his enemies her enemies just yet. Still without knowing that Jugo was definitely an enemy yet, there was nothing stopping her from taking interest in him, it just happened that, for the moment, she was content to follow Marc, and learn what she could.<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: One Crew to Rule it All - Lilith's Cave (Gang HQ)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>DomShark</strong> on <strong>22-04-2012, 00:36:56</strong>
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				<strong>Name:</strong> Jugo Kiyaburo<br><strong>Location:</strong> Staircase, back to Little Tokyo<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Marc, Jack, DeeJay, anyone.<br><br>It happened too fast for most in the nightclub to even perceive as a whole, but it did happen. To mortal eyes, it probably looked like Jugo jumped in surprise or even flinched when Jack grabbed him by the throat. However, those with the eyes of a hunter, like Jack or even Marc, might well have seen it for what it was. The whole process took about as long as it takes a hummingbird to flap its wings once, cruel in it's efficiency through almost obsessive practice. The motion was as reflexive as blinking or breathing in one's sleep: Draw, strike, sheathe the weapon. Only the fact that Onin, Jugo's blade, was not on his hip where it always, <em>always</em> was spared Jack from pulling a stump back after laying a hand on him.<br><br>The "Unarmed" experiment was a failure. He had to escape this hellish nightclub now, before things got out of hand.<br><br>In spite of the dramatic pantomime he'd just performed, Jugo's smile never waivered, in fact it only grew wider as his fangs distended. The smile was gone a moment later, only because he was self conscious about his unnatural teeth. When Jack completed his own pantomime and moved on, Jugo listened intently to what Marc said after.<br><br>The demon seemed reasonable enough, though Jugo didn't understand what the seasons had to do with his offer. It seemed that he didn't trust the vampire, which in most instances was a smart move. It was true that Jugo didn't speak for the Brothers Fallen, and many of the things he'd offered were outside his reach, but proximity counted for a lot. Organizations as large as The Fallen deligated most local work like this, and if Jugo had told them that things were under control, they would have believed him. Nonetheless, Marc did not believe him, that was what mattered. Jugo picked up his case as Marc and his entourage moved past down the stairs.<br><br>"Would that it were that simple, that any water sprite would do." Jugo sighed, letting those moving down move past. "It's a shame that it seems we'll be adversaries for the foreseeable future. We could have made a lot of money together."<br><br>Jugo glanced over at the cluster of women over by the bar, one side of his mouth lightly twitching upward. It seemed that the Fearless Leader was willing to differ to the opinions of cackling hens rather than serve his own best interests.<br><br>"It was a pleasure meeting you all." Jugo said softly, bowing once more toward the crowd. "I'll be seeing you all again very soon. And Jack, if you're looking to take revenge on the Fallen, rest assured that you'll have your chance."<br><br>Just like that, Jugo was gone, leaving only a strong gust of wind in his wake, sending a few bar napkins fluttering through the air. He had no desire to witness Jack's reaction to that promise, at least not without his sword and men with guns at his back. He sprinted all the way back to his suite.
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				Title: <strong>Re: One Crew to Rule it All - Lilith's Cave (Gang HQ)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Katz</strong> on <strong>22-04-2012, 02:08:16</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft"><span class="bbc_u">What makes a vampire run for his money? </span></div><div class="floatright"><span class="bbc_u">Italians.</span></div><br><div class="floatleft"><span class="bbc_u">What?Why the fuck Italians?</span></div>&nbsp; <div class="floatright"><span class="bbc_u">They eat a lot of garlic.</span></div><br><div class="floatleft"><span class="bbc_u">Do they?</span></div> <div class="floatright"><span class="bbc_u">Yeah, I think that's why they couldn't get a feet in Italy.</span></div><br><div class="floatleft"><span class="bbc_u">I thought because of the Vatican and stuff. </span></div><div class="floatright"><span class="bbc_u">That is a really far-fetched thought.</span></div><br><div class="floatleft"><span class="bbc_u">I'm sure you think so.</span></div><br>All of Wade is actually a bit relieved that the vampire left, he doesn't think he has enough firepower on him to take that one too. He sends a text to his supplier, finally ordering a new load of semtex and also garlic pizza.
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				Title: <strong>Re: One Crew to Rule it All - Lilith's Cave (Gang HQ)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Revenent</strong> on <strong>24-04-2012, 21:48:50</strong>
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				<strong>Name:</strong> Marchosias, Danny<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Jugo, Zed, Nick, Rutilus<br><br>It was unfortunate that Jugo had to step into his club that night, but more fortunate than it would have been had any more closely affiliated Fallen Brother found a chance a visit. The nephilim knew Jugo would probably end up trying to handle this situation on his own, rather than run to the main Fallen group and ask for help, since that would only prove his subordinance. At least that's what he would do if Marc had read him correctly. Always a tricky thing with vampires, and ones from different cultures, but he was confident with this assumption. <br><br>He was also confident that he could stand up to the Kiyaburo Brotherhood, at least once he was a little better organized. What couldn't wait any longer was the mission at hand, which he noted when he checked his watch. The rest of the introductions would have to wait until later, so the rest of the bangers would have to trust in this first job just based on how much cash he was waving in their faces. Whirling back on the nymph, the satyr, and the centaur, his previous laid back attitude shifted into one more determined and eager to get moving, one more dangerous that brought with it a tightened mouth and a sharp stare.<br><br>"We need to get moving. Rutilus, fill Mr. Zero here in on tonight's raid, along with Mr. Richter, the human over their talking to the tattooed elf. They'll both be soldiers tonight. Zee, explain things to the two elementals and the succubus, or at least get them coming along with us; I think they'll listen better to a woman, being from the Maidenhood and all. Mr. Suave, round up whoever else we called up that wandered off, along with whoever else is just here for work. Make sure you get that big green orc over there, the one that's not piss-drunk. We need him to booby trap the dwarves' entrance from the underground. Danny, we're heading off to the Golden Pickaxe to make sure the target gets there. Everyone got that?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: One Crew to Rule it All - Lilith's Cave (Gang HQ)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheVariableX</strong> on <strong>25-04-2012, 14:32:37</strong>
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				Charisma<br><strong>Tags</strong>: Zero<br><strong>Location</strong>: Near the stairs<br><br>With her boyfriend lingering near the stairs, Charisma remains by his side, or more correctly pulled up against it.&nbsp; The line of her body is up against his, with one of her long legs raised to the knee and her crotch pressed into his masculine side.&nbsp; A hand moves unsubtly beneath the micro skirt of her clubbing dress.&nbsp; The man holds the angel's wings, keeping them from being an obstruction for others, and keeping her all to himself.&nbsp; <br><br>Charisma frowns at Zero's words.&nbsp; She doesn't like thinking about work while partying, and the idea of helping more talented people pluck bullets and worse out of these stupid thugs isn't a pleasant one.&nbsp; Still, slumming it here and surrounding herself with these monsters did make her wet.&nbsp; Maybe someone was about to get stabbed, or maybe their would be a huge brawl.&nbsp; Either way Zero would protect her, or he wouldn't and she would need to find a new man.&nbsp; <br><br>"Awww..." Charisma whimpers in disappointment when Zero stops rubbing her pussy.&nbsp; She puts her leg down and takes a look around, her first in some time.&nbsp; She doesn't need to stay alert, she just needs to get ready to hit the deck when the volume of the place changes to one of violence.
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				Title: <strong>Re: One Crew to Rule it All - Lilith's Cave (Gang HQ)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Metalzephyr</strong> on <strong>25-04-2012, 23:42:03</strong>
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				<strong>Name:</strong> Nick Voss (Satyr)<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Marc, Jessamyne, Charisma, Tork, Aunnel, Jack<br><br>'Mr. Suave' smirked, but got to business.<br><br>Deciding to leave the brooding wolf for last, he headed for the professional elf in her booth first. <strong>"Boss says it's time to get moving, so grab your kit."</strong> he smiled at Jessamyne, still not knowing the mysterious elven woman's name, but respecting her professionalism from earlier. Nodding to the 'human' she sat with, wondering why he didn't smell anything infernal about him, he left the intimate booth.<br><br>The rest were at the bar, and Nick was still far from eager to tell Jack to do anything. Snorting he glanced around, catching sight of Charisma again. He noticed how her eyes glanced away from her demonic lover as he pressed close to her, straying across the more 'monstrous' bar denizens. A dark smile danced over his lips, recalling some old saying about tiger's and stripes.<br><br>But business was at hand, so he got to it. There seemed to be a variety of heavy hitters at the bar, but he started at one end and worked his way down.<br><br>Tork was first, and Nick patted his shoulder with a large calloused hand. <strong>"If your here to get paid, best finish that drink and meet me at the door greenskin. We've got heads to crack."</strong> he grinned widely, always liking fighting (alongside or against) Orcs. They were tough sons of bitches, and hit about as hard as he could. Always made for a fun fight when tusks and horns got involved.<br><br>Leaving the Orc to finish up, he noticed a beer drinking human. Assuming Aunnel was a shell for something more powerful, and detecting that distinctive scent, he knocked on the bartop beside the man's drink. <strong>"Time to roll out, assuming you want your share of the pay."</strong> he smiled grimly, hoping the demon was stronger than his pretty boy shell looked. It was usually safe to assume so, but sometimes those skinsuits were just window dressing on a vain little devil. Either way, he didn't betray any suspicion about Aunnel's power to him, and got a move on down the bar.<br><br>Left with only the clearly pissed right the fuck off wolf, Nick sighed quietly. The satyr took a seat beside him cautiously. <strong>"Boss says it's time to work."</strong> his voice was low, rumbling and quiet, his speech slowed a little. He wasn't shitting his pants or anything, but playing nice and cool when someone with claws was seething, sometimes it kept 'em calm enough not to flip their shit on you. Just in case, Nick glanced at the lock holding the chain wrapped around his forearm, doubting he'd need it but not wanting to make any stupid mistakes. <strong>"It should be a good scrap too. Dwarves and beasts need a lotta hitting to go down."</strong> he chuckled slightly, and knocked on the bartop. <strong>"Cya outside wolfman. Lookin forward to seein the legend at work."</strong> he made brief eye contact with him then, Nick's gaze steady and calm, his smile warm. Standing slowly, he left the bar.<br><br>He spent the next few minutes rounding up anyone else he thought looked like they were there to work, not just get drunk and maybe get fucked in the sleazy little dive. When he was done, he headed for the door himself, collecting up his weapons, and deciding to wait up against the outer wall, keeping a sharp eye on the traffic that passed by, waiting for the boss.
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				Title: <strong>Re: One Crew to Rule it All - Lilith's Cave (Gang HQ)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vergil1989</strong> on <strong>25-04-2012, 23:51:32</strong>
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				<strong>Name;</strong>&nbsp; Demona<br><strong>Tagged;</strong>&nbsp; Sila, Deejay, Jugo, the bar in general<br><br>Ok, so not all of it was true, but the point was still there all the same.&nbsp; She glared at the vampire's back as he left their side of the bar, glad he was going to get himself most likely ripped apart if the dark gods were in her favor, but such was not going to be the case.&nbsp; Still, she wouldn't have minded seeing him stretched, disemboweled, drawn, and quartered for the way he had tried to 'persuade' Sila and Deejay.&nbsp; She offered a small apologetic smile to Deejay and ran a hand across the woman's extension across her shoulders without any of her usual sensual charge gestures she was so used to giving off.&nbsp; "That's what friends like me are for."&nbsp; She chuckled, glad the worst was over at the moment.&nbsp; She nods and chuckles at Deejay's latest comment, hating to be left out of the fun.&nbsp; "I can agree to that even if Sila here doesn't hun."&nbsp; Looking around though, she saw that some of the party were preparing to leave.&nbsp; "Looks like someone's come up with a decision and we got movement towards the exit if I had to guess.&nbsp; Damn, and here I was hoping to meet the guy that got every freak and geek in the universe in one place."&nbsp; She teased, but there was a bit of disappointment all the same on her face.
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				Title: <strong>Re: One Crew to Rule it All - Lilith's Cave (Gang HQ)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>summoner2183</strong> on <strong>26-04-2012, 00:21:46</strong>
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				Name: Rutilus<br>Tagged: Wade, Zero<br><br>Rutilus nodded as he received his orders and he merely replied. "I shall do as you ask." He then stepped down stairs and approached Zero, who was with Charisma and said formally. "Mr. Zero... Marc wants us to move out... our target tonight is the "Golden Pick'.. run by the Gravediggers. Our mission is to create as much as chaos as possible, as well as to pin the blame on the Unleashed, making it into a war between the two factions. Collect your weapons and then we move out. That is all."<br><br>He then moved over to Wade and said. "It's time to move out, my friend... grab your gear and head out. We are hitting one of the Gravediggers haunts, the Golden Pick. The boss doesn't want anyone to slack, so we better move out as soon as possible." He then moved over to get his gear, and waited for the signal to move out.
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				Title: <strong>Re: One Crew to Rule it All - Lilith's Cave (Gang HQ)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>JuliettaRossi</strong> on <strong>26-04-2012, 00:29:18</strong>
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				Name: Jessamyne<br>Tagged: Wade, Nick<br><br><span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font">She glanced to Wade as he suddenly took out his phone, tapping out a text before stowing the phone again. Looking up she saw the satyr walking toward them, a playful grin lighting her lips. "Boss says it's time to get moving, so grab your kit." She nodded to him. She had everything she would need - that she knew of. She wasn't really told what she would be doing or how she would need to do it, simply that she would be needed in some of the work. If the 'application' was any indication, she needed a few parlor tricks and perhaps her sig sauer, but nothing more. That isn't to say she didn't still keep the metal cuff with the garotte on, or to go get the kit with her thin knives, as well as the thigh strapped-sheath for her longer blade. <br><br>She slid from the booth, her hips moving a bit sensually, the cut of the shirt showing off a bit more of the ink at her stomach. <em>"See you out there..." </em>She glanced back at Wade, a brow raised slightly before grabbing her drink, finishing it off as she walked toward the bar.<br><br></span></span>
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				Title: <strong>Re: One Crew to Rule it All - Lilith's Cave (Gang HQ)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Katz</strong> on <strong>26-04-2012, 01:22:58</strong>
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				Name: Wade<br>Tag: Jessamyn, Rutilius<br><br><div class="floatleft"><span class="bbc_u">"That's all we get?"</span></div> <div class="floatright"><span class="bbc_u">"Whut?"</span></div><br><div class="floatleft"><span class="bbc_u">"That what the pony said..."</span></div> <div class="floatright"><span class="bbc_u">"What that was a briefing?"</span></div><br><div class="floatleft"><span class="bbc_u">"I don't know...."</span></div> <div class="floatright"><span class="bbc_u">"Did he mistake us for someone?"</span></div><br><div class="floatleft"><span class="bbc_u">"I don't think so." </span></div><div class="floatright"><span class="bbc_u">"What should we do?"</span></div><br><div class="floatleft"><span class="bbc_u">"Follow them? If we don't like that, we can take their heads of and collect their bounty."</span></div> <br><div class="floatright"><span class="bbc_u">"Ohhhh, that sounds like fun. Do we have our backstabbing knife with us?"</span></div><br><div class="floatleft"><span class="bbc_u">"Stabby? Sure."</span></div> <div class="floatright"><span class="bbc_u">"Should we leave a package here too?"</span></div><br><div class="floatleft"><span class="bbc_u">"I think that is against etiquette."</span></div> <div class="floatright"><span class="bbc_u">"Awhhh maaaan."</span></div><br><br>Wade smiles at Jessamyne, <em>"If I do my work right, you won't see me there."</em> He laughs and walks out of the bar, collecting his weapons on the way out.<br><br><div class="floatright"><span class="bbc_u">"Did ya see that ass on that woman?"</span></div><br><div class="floatleft"><span class="bbc_u">"We did, and I think she saw us ogling."</span></div> <br><br><div class="floatright"><span class="bbc_u">"Oh that is kind of awkward."</span></div><br><br>He's busy defusing the preplanted explosives and putting them back in the trunk of his rental car. <em>"Let's see... we take that and that and that and that, some of those and that can never hurt... us."</em><br><br><div class="floatleft"><span class="bbc_u">"What do we know about the Golden Pick?"</span></div> <div class="floatright"><span class="bbc_u">"Typical Dwarf bar, so it's build low."</span></div><br><div class="floatleft"><span class="bbc_u">"Ahhh going on the roof next to it?"</span></div> <div class="floatright"><span class="bbc_u">"Yes, easy to get sight into it through the windows."</span></div><br><div class="floatleft"><span class="bbc_u">"Munition?"</span></div> <div class="floatright"><span class="bbc_u">".50 HEIAP, should bring the joy through every little dwarven skull or whatever should there be."</span></div><br><div class="floatleft"><span class="bbc_u">"Alrighty. Let's change and move on."</span></div><br><br>Whistling Wade talkes a Walkie-Talkie and walks over to the club, giving it Rutilius. <em>"If you need to contact me, press the button and talk. I'm watching from above."</em> Still whistling he goes back to his car and drives to the Pub, donning his camouflage, nearly invisible in the shadows he climbs an emergency staircase up to the roof of the building next to the pub. With the precision of a clockmaker he assembles his rifle, putting a big silencer in front of the muzzle. Through the optic he watches the inside of the dwarven tavern.<br><br><div class="floatright"><em>"Hey, what's the start signal?"</em></div><br><div class="floatleft"><em>"I think we will see or hear it." </em></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: One Crew to Rule it All - Lilith's Cave (Gang HQ)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>BitterSweet</strong> on <strong>27-04-2012, 07:00:50</strong>
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				Name: Zero<br>Tag: Rutlis, Charisma<br><br>"Oh, <em>Mr. </em>Zero is it?" Zero smirks a little, looking past the messenger (big as he is) to the source of the message.&nbsp; It seemed like Marcus wanted to poke a few beehives.&nbsp; The cattle call for low life made sense then.&nbsp; A band of cheap street thugs, almost unknown (most of them), certainly unaffiliated, made a great bit of cannon fodder.&nbsp; Marcus could wind them all up like toy soldiers and set them off, with no strings attached.&nbsp; Zero guessed he was selling it as a 'test' but it was as much a nice bit of keeping his hands clean as anything.<br><br>Marcus' plans were also a recipe for a riot.&nbsp; A bunch of out of control, hyper-violent strangers throwing down without much planning in the same place - that wasn't going to stay neat and tidy, that's for sure.&nbsp; Zero's grin widened at the thought. He had a weakness for riots - loved the random violence, where innocent passersby might find themselves victims ... or something inside them might flare to life and they'd become monsters for a night.&nbsp; A good riot was a beautiful thing.<br><br>The demon gave Charisma's ass a sharp slap, and he grinned at her.&nbsp; Zero's teeth were plain, blunt human, and there was nothing monstrous in his form or features yet that smile was ... uglier than most scales and horns sported by the savagest of beasts.&nbsp; "Looks like there's a bit of violence on tap for tonight, baby."&nbsp; He chuckled.&nbsp; "Wanna see a good nights work, here down in the bloody part of town?&nbsp; Maybe I'll let you kiss me better when I'm done."<br><br>The demon had the same n-space container as anyone else - they could be purchased from most corner shop mages for a good price and it beat clattering around the street like a video game character.&nbsp; Guns would be the order of the night.<br><br>Zero wasn't as durable as some of the heavy lifters he'd seen Marcus tap (well, this body wasn't, and he'd gotten used to it) and he didn't plan to go throwing himself into the thick of the bloodshed - especially with people like Jack around who were as likely to take the head of a friend as an enemy.&nbsp; But there'd be plenty to do, dwarf establishments always had more than the obvious way out and the grave diggers were called diggers for a reason.&nbsp; The club, or at least some exits, probably extended below ground.<br><br>He'd steal a car for this job.&nbsp; No reason to get his pretty new one all messed up.&nbsp; Besides, it was too memorable and he needed something Charisma could use for cover, if she decided to come, and if things got too messy.
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				Title: <strong>Re: One Crew to Rule it All - Lilith's Cave (Gang HQ)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>CarnivalOfTheGoat</strong> on <strong>27-04-2012, 09:02:37</strong>
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				&nbsp;"It's good to have friends." Dee watches the inked-up vampire without turning. <em>How, </em>she wonders, <em>can Sila surrender that ability to see in all directions at once? Limit herself to the narrow little tunnel of vision two eyes permit? </em>For that matter there's a lot of water locked into that form. <em>Maybe this...no, not truce, </em>alliance<em>...will work out better than I'd hoped. </em>The water elemental tenses slightly at the large crowd of bravos descending the stairs -- heading on a collision course straight towards Jugo. It's a subtle thing, her damp surface becoming firmer, surging with stronger current that Demona can easily feel rippling against her hand. "Yeah. Trouble, perhaps. He's gone for help. Or maybe that's your hiring man and his bodyguard?" For just a moment, when Jugo vanishes, Dee surges in place without moving, tendrils of water roiling medusa-like around her then splashing back into her form again to give rise to other looping liquid threads, like a quicksilver mimicry of the sun's corona. The display fades after a few seconds, when it becomes clear the violence isn't imminent. "Five o'clock. The stairs. I think they just scared off that egotistical leech." she murmurs, reaching for an ignored glass of ice-water and simply upending it into the palm of her transparent hand.
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				Title: <strong>Re: One Crew to Rule it All - Lilith's Cave (Gang HQ)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheVariableX</strong> on <strong>27-04-2012, 17:38:45</strong>
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				Charisma<br>Tag: Zero<br><br>Charisma's wings flutter a bit as she gives a very real frown.&nbsp; She enjoys slumming with the bad boys and girls, but going out to hurt others on purpose isn't her style.&nbsp; She doesn't try to talk Zero out of it, she just has limits, and to tell the truth she isn't much use in a fight anyway.&nbsp; Charisma ceases hanging off Zero, and just stands near him, trying as usual to keep her wings from smacking passers by.<br><br>"If you're going to be heading out with people you're not used to, I think I better stay here.&nbsp; One less thing for you to worry about."&nbsp; One problem with bad boys is, they are often bad or perhaps unreliable would be more accurate.&nbsp; "Come back safe, and we can break the new car in."
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				Title: <strong>Re: One Crew to Rule it All - Lilith's Cave (Gang HQ)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ironwolf85</strong> on <strong>30-04-2012, 05:07:59</strong>
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				Name: Ayr<br>Tagged: heading outside, anyone who would come.<br><br>Ayr grabbed his bag of firepower on the table and headed downstairs, having watched the entire ordeal silently the Archon nodded watching marc with approval as he shot down the brother's attempt to re-enslave him. Albiet with golden chains as opposed to iron and blood.<br>He walked into one of the private rooms and took a deep breath, dispite his love of the physical, he was far too fimilar with the specifications of swords, bullets, arrows, and crossbow bolts to go into battle protected only by his natural defences. <br>When he emerged from the private room he was fully equipped his handsome canine face hidden by gasmask his body by form fitting black and blue camo leathers, light ceramic scale vest, ammo clips, boots, etc. He carried a nasty looking light machine gun across his sholders. "I'll see you there guys." he walked towards the door and the van that had been his home for the last two months. before leaving he turned around and looked right at Danny the Kitsune whom he so enjoyed taunting for it's own sake "and I'll see you when we get back"<br>"oh and one more thing" he tossed a little radio controler to Marc "when you want your new master of arms to start the fireworks press the button."
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				Title: <strong>Re: One Crew to Rule it All - Lilith's Cave (Gang HQ)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Revenent</strong> on <strong>30-04-2012, 06:43:32</strong>
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				<strong>Name:</strong> Marcus, Danny<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> All<br><br>Once everything was in order with the rest of the possible recruits, with Rutilus and Nick having done their parts to gather up the soldiers and the specialists, Marc noticed the woman still in the corner waiting to be grabbed. After a quick nod to Danny, the kitsune walked over to the table and tried to grab the women's attention. "Uh, we're leaving, if you three are all interested in the job," he told them without much of his forced toughness, the mere scent and presence of the succubus causing some unfortunate stirring in the young male's body that would lead to some embarrassing tightening of certain clothing if he didn't focus on controlling himself. Once he had the confirmation that any or all of them would be joining in, he pointed toward Marc and hurried out of the club, going on ahead to the target location to make sure the actual target arrived.<br><br>Once Marc had everyone's attention, he would lead everyone outside of the noise of the club, nodding to the dark-skinned orc bartender that would be holding down the fort while he was away. The current destination wasn't too far: the tiny parking lot between the club and the next building over, just enough to store a couple dozen cars, including a few with fresh plates that the nephilim's crew had probably stolen just for this mission. Marc led everyone to the middle of the parking lot, where he nudged a couple dead bodies out of the way, one of which had splashed a fair amount of blood onto a nearby white car. "For those of you who don't know, my name is Marchosias, and my lieutenant, the kitsune, is Danny. The bartender, one of our informants and enforcers, is Rixx; most of you have probably already spoken to him. Tonight, our goal is to attack the Golden Pick, a Gravedigger-owned club a few blocks over, a parley zone in Unleashed above-ground territory. We want to make it look like the unleashed made the raid, so to speak, so we're keeping our beastmen here as main force for the attack. That means Danny, the archon, the satyr, the Wolfman, possibly the orc, and the centaur, if he's up for it."<br><br>"But the attack isn't our only goal tonight. Among the club patrons tonight, you're going to see what we call a Jersey Devil, a pretty rare species. It looks like a demon, with wings, horns, hooves and all, but it's really just a beastman in demon camouflage. You can always pick one out by the orange skin and the slick hair. Anyway, our second goal is to drive this particular Jersey Devil out the back door, where Zero and possibly Aunnel here should be waiting to capture him. Kill him, you don't get paid. Got it?<br><br>"But that's the second phase of our plan. The first ones to go in will be the orc and succubus, acting like a couple. Miss Demona, if you could, use your charms to get Mr. Tork here into the back of the club, so he can booby-trap whatever subway access hatches they have in the back, and keep out the reinforcements. Jessemyne, you'll go in after them, and use your own skills to plant this on our target." Marc took out a small, magical, glowing red bead at that point and handed it to the elf. "That's a tracking charm. Put it on the Jersey Devil, or his phone, or whatever, so if he <em>does</em> get away somehow, we can just find him later.<br><br>"Now, unless I'm wrong, that just leaves our two lovely elementals here, Zee, and Mr. Richter, wherever he's gotten to. I know you two especially (DJ and Sila) probably haven't had too much experience with violence, but once we find Mr. Richter, your job will be to hold off any Paladins that show up at the top and bottom of the street until we get out of their. Since we want the dwarves to think this is an Unleashed-ordained hit, we want you out of sight, but we don't want the knights cornering us, either. That's why you'll secure our escape route."<br><br>Finally finished with his orders, Marc stepped over to one of the half-dozen stolen luxury cars and tapped the door, causing it to pop open in response, no need for a key. "Any questions before we get moving?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: One Crew to Rule it All - Lilith's Cave (Gang HQ)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Metalzephyr</strong> on <strong>01-05-2012, 06:32:14</strong>
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				<strong>Name: </strong>Nick Voss<br><strong>Tagging: </strong> Marcus, Danny<br><br>Nick raised an eyebrow at the bodies in the little lot, especially the one whose redstuff was painted rather explosively over the side of one of the, he assumed, still hot cars.<br><br>This Marchosias was pretty serious, which was good. Whatever the reason he wanted to stir up the Dwarves and Beasts, and nab this 'Jersey Devil', he wasn't doing a bit of it half assed. On the other hand, judging from the condition of the bodies in on the asphalt, maybe this wasn't the best employer in town. Nick listened to his plan, and nodded along. So he was going to be muscle, and just another beastman. He scowled a little, but didn't comment. The cash was too nice to pass up, and it honestly didn't sound too difficult to pull off. At least, not on his end. Just wait for the signal, and proceed to bash a few dwarves silly. Simple, fun, and he didn't have to kill anyone, just beat some faces in recklessly.<br><br>Nick smiled a little, thinking it might be nice to work off some tension, and fondled his brass knuckles in his pockets, runed and well bloodied in the past. They were better against the sort of bruisers that his horns, hooves, and fists couldn't handle. He was ready, and moved to stand closer to the others he was assigned with, looking to the fox to take the lead. <strong>"Ready to go Dan."</strong> he smiled down at the kit, figuring the others might take the lieutenant a little more seriously if he did. Made things run smoothly when folks knew who to look to for orders.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: One Crew to Rule it All - Lilith's Cave (Gang HQ)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Pink Professional</strong> on <strong>01-05-2012, 19:03:51</strong>
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				Name: Jack Mason<br>Tags: Marc, Nick, Demona (In mention), Jugo (In mention)<br><br>*******<br><br>Jack managed to down twelve more drinks by the time Marc made his pretty little speech. Jack was certain the barkeeper, who's name was revealed to be 'Rixx' had switched the alcoholic drinks with non alcoholic replicas after the third drink. Normally Jack would mention the point earlier, but it probably make sense. Being piss poor drunk would not make him seem hireable, and he was only drinking to distract himself from the overbearing urge to go and snap the Vampire's neck like a tiny, undead Popsicle stick. He didn't really care much for the man who served the brotherhood. He was insulted by the offer of protection. Were it not for that, he wouldn't have made any gesture towards the vampire. His mistake came in misunderstanding the Werewolf's intentions and misstepping his words.<br><br>The Werewolf listened intently, noticing the plan being outlined. It made sense, and played to people's strengths. Plus, he could be a werewolf and no one would recognise the 'dreaded' Jack Mason. Being notorious had proven only to be a pain in the ass so far, so he didn't mind just breaking someones face so far as a werewolf. Even his inner-wild felt approval at the thought of breaking some Dwarven heads. When Marc briefly mentioned Demona, Jack felt the sense of lust he'd denied for a while grow again. He still had to screw the woman later, it'd be fun to do so, even if she could suck souls from people's mouths. Ironically, he had a soul to share, so maybe that would throw the Demon off her stride. It mattered little, he just wanted to fuck her.<br><br>Jack rose from the bar, Standing next to the rather tall Satyr. He didn't really give two fucks about most of the people here: A couple had shown some competence, and a couple had rekindled his desire to visit the Maidenhood's nearest brothel and fuck every 'sister' until the institution was forced to close. Yet the Satyr had earned a bit of Jack's respect. Anyone can be a musclehead, not everyone can be smart enough to use that muscle: Nick had shown himself to be at least a little smart. He'd hi den behind the 'big fish' in order to analyse the situation, and had been smart enough not to get distracted by a pair of tits and focus on the man with the balls to gather some of the biggest, scariest fuckers in the city and organise them into one job.
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				Title: <strong>Re: One Crew to Rule it All - Lilith's Cave (Gang HQ)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>CarnivalOfTheGoat</strong> on <strong>01-05-2012, 20:30:45</strong>
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				Name: Deejay<br>Tags: Outside the Club, everybody in the immediate vicinity of the assembling strike force...<br><br>Deejay cocks her head inquisitively at the young-looking kitsune. For what looks are worth. Her own human form doesn't look terribly old, after all. She looks from Demona to Sila, then shrugs and drifts after the fox-punk, pausing at the gathering of demons, beastmen and others. Interesting array.<br><br>The undine listens intently to Marchosias, rippling only a little, at least until he gets to the part about <strong>"...you two especially...probably haven't had too much experience with violence..."</strong><br><br>At that point the elemental's liquid form seems to stiffen, then she deliberately turns to look behind her...And anyone who knows elementals knows that where the 'eyes' of their human shape might be has little to do with how a creature that's just poured into that shape actually perceives the world, so the gesture must be blatantly meant for the meat-creatures.<br><br>"You know, Mister, I thought you were talking to my fire-sister here and I for a minute, until you got to that part about experience with violence." She turns back to Marchosias, the expression on her water-sculpted face still as a cave-pool, highlighted by the club's ambience, then gives a rippling shrug.<br><br>"Of course, I guess there's a difference between smashing up a club and making a kill. Sila and I have both taken out our shares of the Maidenhood's enemies. You want these paladins alive or dead when we're done with them?" She extends her hand, fingers splayed, studies the light refracing through it. "Because if they're alive, they're going to know they were hit by elementals. Fire and water aren't exactly subtle. If you want subtle, you want a sylph. And you don't want us to make it too obvious it was elementals, am I reading you right?"<br><br>"Because if I am, then I guess the only other question is what kind of payment or protection you have in mind to offer us. The fool leech offered cash, but perhaps you have something actually worthwhile in mind?"<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: One Crew to Rule it All - Lilith's Cave (Gang HQ)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vergil1989</strong> on <strong>01-05-2012, 21:08:54</strong>
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				((I don't remember seeing a Tork anywhere before this lol.))<br><br><strong>Name;</strong>&nbsp; Demona, succubus<br><strong>Location;</strong>&nbsp; Outside the club, getting ready to attack The Golden Pick.<br><strong>Tagged;</strong>&nbsp; Everyone that had followed...<br><br>Following with the rest of the group when they were called to attention, Demona shifted back to the appearance she had had earlier that night, losing her demonic appearance a second later although her other powers she left as they were.&nbsp; She loved seeing the effect she had on people, regardless if they approved or not.&nbsp; She had nodded to DJ earlier before getting up from the bar, glad that Jugo was gone, at least for that moment anyway, although if he returned and started trouble she'd be the first to try to take him down.&nbsp; Normally she didn't have a problem with vampires, but Jugo was too damn cocky for her liking, that and he understood little what it was that Sila and Deejay had gone through already.&nbsp; Demon or not, Demona did understand and she'd do her best to keep them safe from that bastard.&nbsp; So upon arriving to the garage, the succubus raised an eyebrow at the bodies but didn't comment, finding it amusing if a bit of a waste of such good flesh.&nbsp; Still, she paid her full attention upon Marc and couldn't help the grin that appeared on her sexy face, liking this plan more and more as she soon stood beside the orc in question.&nbsp; "Well well big boy, looks like you get me for the evening.&nbsp; Let's do this little get together some justice shall we?"&nbsp; She purred, standing in front of Tork in such a way that if she chose to, she could grope him without anyone around them being the wiser.&nbsp; For now she kept her hands to herself, but the idea was still tempting all the same.
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				Title: <strong>Re: One Crew to Rule it All - Lilith's Cave (Gang HQ)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Azaria</strong> on <strong>02-05-2012, 03:18:26</strong>
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				Sila took her drink and turned around to watch the vampire leave, the "confrontation" at the stairs between Jugo and the crowd coming down stairs, she watched with Demona and Deejay, nodding at them in agreement to what they said.<br><br>She wasn't usually like this, passive and watching, but years with the Maidenhood as she thought they were a family to her and then discovering she was mainly guided to achieve their goals and they would get rid of her as soon as she was useless to them. Since that moment she wold hold the spot of the watcher till it was time for her to act.<br><br>Soon enough the vampire left, and the crowd headed towards them and she, Demona and Deejay were summoned in front of the man who will be their boss. She heard him till the end and was about to talk when Deejay spoke. A smile crept on her lips as she listened, the water elemental said exactly what she wanted to say. She stood there, waiting for Marc's answer...
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				Title: <strong>Re: One Crew to Rule it All - Lilith's Cave (Gang HQ)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>JuliettaRossi</strong> on <strong>05-05-2012, 09:08:28</strong>
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				Jessamyne nodded slightly at the instructions, already working how she would place the small red bead as she held it in her hand, rolling the pad of her thumb over it slowly. The club would be a short drive on her bike. Orange skin hmm? That should stand out...god she hated orange.&nbsp; She had a feeling one of the nymphets would have an easier time placing it, but it shouldn't be a challenge. She wondered what was so special about this demon. She thought she might stay to watch the ensuing chaos by the guys. She didn't mind a good brawl - watching one that is, but there were better things to do with her time. <br><br>Her bike would be easier, quicker than the cars they stood in front of. A few of their little party looked a bit uncomfortable about getting into the vehicles...too large for the luxury of it all. She herself was a little under-dressed for them and would of course be more comfortable on her own bike, but she shrugged. The car with the blood splatter wouldn't be her first choice - especially if she was to go in first. Talk about alerting their intended victims to what the hell was going on. She was ready to go...she didn't know about anyone else...
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				Title: <strong>Re: One Crew to Rule it All - Lilith's Cave (Gang HQ)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>PeacethatPowerbrings</strong> on <strong>09-05-2012, 07:32:28</strong>
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				<strong>Name:</strong> Zed<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Everbody<br><br>Although Zed wasn't quite sure holding off Paladins was really in her usual skill-set, she was fairly certain they'd be able to handle it. She was ready enough to do the job, but didn't step in line with the elementals that were her would-be squad mates for the gang war they seemed to be setting off on. While the assembled former members of the Maidenhood were all quite signficantly magical in some sense, she didn't quite share the kinship with elementals that she did with more closely related Fae folk.<br><br>While she did consider herself a bit more subtle than an elemental, to say the least, she shared the question about what to do to hold off the Paladins. On the other hand, her skill-set did include trickery, so it was always possible that something could be devised to make the normally obvious, much less so. <br><br>Zed gave a smirk at DeeJay's bargaining technique. She genuinely wanted to see how it turned out, hoping the bit of admiration she'd held for Marc's skills thus far would not be disappointed.
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				Title: <strong>Re: One Crew to Rule it All - Lilith's Cave (Gang HQ)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Revenent</strong> on <strong>10-05-2012, 05:01:41</strong>
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				<strong>Name:</strong> Marc, Danny<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> All<br><br>Danny had been standing a few feet off to the side as Marc gave his orders, not paying too much attention since he already knew the plan, so he was caught a little by surprise when Nick came over and said something to him, though he made a valiant effort to remain as tough-looking as possible. Naturally, when compared to the older and taller satyr and werewolf, he didn't look like much of a threat, but anyone that looked around the parking lot right now could see Marc had an eye for talent. Not only that, he didn't seem to be afraid of enemies, though he probably already had a few if he was willing to go this far.<br><br>Marc's own attention was most immediately drawn to the water elemental and her sister of opposites, likely the only ones here who wouldn't see money and a steady job as worthwhile rewards, at least not without other benefits. As it turned out, being made of fire or water meant you didn't have too much use for the normal luxuries afforded to those in a successful and profitable gang. "I can offer all kinds of payment and protection, of course, but then I'm not the only in the city who can afford that. For this one job, I'm sure cash will be enough to please you, but for continued employment, we can work out what you desire best later. Maybe the freedom your previous masters or superiors didn't afford you, the freedom to let your fire spread as far as the city will allow it. Or maybe..." Behind his sunglasses DJ could feel his eyes on her. "...you just want answers. But like I said, there will be plenty of time to talk when time isn't so precious."<br><br>Looking around once again at the group, the half-devil noticed a few he had been expecting to join in on the raid were missing. "It seems we're short a few. Maybe they weren't interested in hearing the rest of the job, but we'll have to make do. Ayr, you're taking the orc's place. You'll go in with the succubus and sabotage the dwarves' tunnel into the subway, to stall back-up. I'm sure you can manage. If you get out in time to still set up your pyrotechnics for the door, fine, if not, Danny will remove the opposition at the door. I'm sensing Mr. Richter is already there, so Jessamyne, if you could let him know his role is now to capture the target, <em>alive</em>, I would appreciate it.<br><br>"Time is growing short. Any more questions, ask Danny. Let's go." With that, the boss reached into his coat, tossed about half a dozen sets of keys onto the hood of the nearest car, then jumped into his own car parked nearby, a sporty black ride, and headed off to rendezvous a couple blocks from the target location. Everyone would have their choice of what car to go in and who to ride with, but once they were there, the job would be underway.<br><br>--------&gt; Gang Activities (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=139728.0)
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				Title: <strong>Re: One Crew to Rule it All - Lilith's Cave (Gang HQ)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheVariableX</strong> on <strong>10-05-2012, 16:00:45</strong>
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				Charisma Fairchild<br><strong>Location</strong>: Inside Lilith's Cave, at the bar.<br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Charisma Fairchild (Angel)</div><div class="spoiler_body"><div class="floatright">(http://thumb.dumparump.com/453/3BaNb3o.jpg)<br><div align="center"><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>But... you know, with wings.</em></span></div> </div><strong>Name:</strong> Charisma Fairchild<br><br><strong>Age:</strong> 25<br><br><strong>Race:</strong> Angel<br><br><strong>Appearance:</strong>&nbsp; Charisma is gorgeous; a pure and flawless classical beauty.&nbsp; Her skin has the color of veinless white marble, being just a touch of grey and pink off true colorlessness.&nbsp; Her face is finely sculpted and even she is occasionally distracted by her own beauty, especially her extremely alluring eyes.&nbsp; Her hair is dyed a gentle brown from its natural lustrous blonde.&nbsp; Charisma's wings are large and formed of white feathers. <br><br><strong>Sexual Preference:</strong> Prefers strong alpha male bad boy types.&nbsp; She likes her men rough, almost violent, and sometimes more than one at a time.&nbsp; She will sleep with women when instructed, and might make out with another woman to attract a man, as if it would be needed.&nbsp; She is an exhibitionist.&nbsp; She is also working on being submissive sexually, but most of her recent boyfriends have just held her down and pounded her into submission, which isn't quite what she is dreaming of.<br><br><strong>Former Gang:</strong> No prior gang affiliation, though she will have been seen in many different gang hangouts, usually lounging against some thugs car or being pumped full of alcohol.<br><br><strong>Gang Position:</strong> Charisma's most potent gift is the ability to heal others with a laying of hands.&nbsp; She is employed as a nurse, finds work as a nude model for projects of artistic integrity.&nbsp; <br><br><strong>Weapon of Choice:</strong> Aside from her healing magic and a few night classes of self defense, she could probably spray and pray with a sub machine gun, but she isn't a fighter.<br><br><strong>Additional Skills:</strong> Healing touch, flight, knowledge of hospitals and modern medicine commensurate with her training as a nurse, Daddy's demon lawyer on speed dial.<br><br><strong>Personality:</strong> <em>I'm going to wait on this.&nbsp; </em>&nbsp; Kind hearted, aloof, attracted to self-destruction.<br><br><strong>Bio:</strong> Charisma was raised in a good home, and a religious one.&nbsp; Her rich parents sent her to a good college, but her innate ability to heal made her a bit lazy, and instead of graduating as a doctor to please her parents, she settled on becoming a nurse.&nbsp; Charisma enjoys her job, and enjoys healing people.&nbsp; She used to do a lot of charity work and was an upstanding if naive member of the angel community.&nbsp; She doesn't say what happened, but at some point Charisma developed a lusting for big cock and controlling men.&nbsp; She flew from one bad boyfriend to another, and most had various gang ties.&nbsp; Charisma has gone beyond flirting with bad boys from the wrong side of town and is now in a noticeable downward spiral.<br><br><strong>Theme Song (optional):</strong> To be decided</div></div><br><div class="floatright">(http://www.krasa.by/assets/images/news/Escada_Desire_Me_13.jpg)</div><br>People are mobilizing outside, and it seems a little too real for Charisma.&nbsp; She enjoys hanging around the periphery of their thug lives, but actually getting involved in fighting over pride or territory or money, that isn't her thing.&nbsp; Charisma watches Zero leave, and shakes her head while giving up a small sneer.&nbsp; Whatever, she thinks.<br><br>The beautiful angel finds the club is a little less crowded now, so she manages to move through it without battering people with her wings.&nbsp; Charisma slides up to the bar and finds an open stool.&nbsp; Pressing her shoulder back almost uncomfortably far, Charisma keeps her wings mostly together and out of the way.&nbsp; The position also shows off her breasts really nicely.&nbsp; She sits, and waits for someone to buy her a drink.&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: One Crew to Rule it All - Lilith's Cave (Gang HQ)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>DomShark</strong> on <strong>10-06-2012, 00:40:03</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://fc01.deviantart.net/fs10/i/2006/134/9/9/Red_Dragon_Head_Side_view_by_Tarjcia.jpg)</div> <strong>Name:</strong> Ai Chan<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Charisma, NPC neighbors, The Gang.<br><strong>Location:</strong> The block on which Lilith's is located.<br><strong>Goal:</strong> Sending a message.<br><br>The city always looked so small from high above, Ai thought as she banked her wide wings and turned back toward home. She took a few long, graceful flaps before coasting back easily on a drift of air just below the clouds. She was relieved that Jugo was no longer in that den of vipers, but she was still his eyes from above. Watching was her favorite way to help, she could see everything from above, even as the creatures moving below more closely resembled ants than powerful demons and were-beasts.<br><br><em>They're on the move, Jugo Sama.</em> Ai communicated to her master as she banked over the roof of his suite. <em>Should I give persuit or stay on the nightclub?</em><br><br><em>Stay on the club.</em> Jugo's powerful voice boomed into her head, his thoughts always sounded like they were shouted. <em>I've sent Shogo with a team of leg breakers to send these upstarts a message. I want everything on that block destroyed or burning, everything except their little nightclub. They ought to be on the street by now.</em><br><br>Sure enough, the Main Entrance of the Red Dragon was streaming with little black ants, all dressed alike in their black leisure suits and sunglasses despite the hour. A few darted out ahead of the rest, wearing hooded black sweatshirts and respirators over their faces, Ai recognized them as the "Taggers". As the taggers quickly went about their work, the huge dragon pitched her wings forward and began to descend over the street that was flooded with half a hundred suited men.<br><br>By now a few of the Taggers had set up on either side of the front door to Lilith's Cave, one was laying down a massive red base coat with wide rollers, while the other was doing roughly the same. They would each be responsible for a large scale "Throw Up (http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F3PAi3dK8ks/SotHm-LlQeI/AAAAAAAAA7M/6q_d24FFCAM/s320/IMG_9572.jpg)" on each side of the door, while the others ran up and down the street, tagging anything that they could find in two languages. Each Tagger had his own style and message for the neighborhood. While some neatly wrote out "Save Face, Leave this Place" others were writing the word "Cowards" all along the gutter in front of the nightclub.<br><br>At first, the unfortunate people still waiting out front of Lilith's looked poised to offer a fight to the ambitious teens who had suddenly made the nightclub into their collective canvas, but the heroes soon fell to the ground with the rest as Ai's wings swept a massive gust of wind against the row of buildings and roared her mighty roar.<br><br>The first ones to their feet met swiftly with Ai's hungry jaws, heads and torsos plucked off of twitching legs as swiftly as if they were dandelions. The rest stayed down as Ai's claws tore into the asphalt and she dug up the street to halt her momentum. She gave another curt roar to those still living and laying on the ground or those inside. The roar said, "There's a pissed off dragon out here, don't fuck with us."<br><br>It was then that the "Leg-Breakers" arrived. Some carried chains or bats, but most had sledge hammers. Mailboxes and payphones made for obvious targets to the first arrivals, anything made of glass came next, windows, windshields, glass storefronts; all were swiftly shattered into the streets. Ai knew that was her cue to start the burning.<br><br>After a few lumbering steps down the street, Ai used her long neck to swing her head through the front of a liquor store, tearing the entrance and roof into a crown of decimated rubble before she unleashed the molten column of white hot flame that exploded up and outward as she lifted her head. Some of the Breakers cheered as the flames leaped into the air, and the roof shook free of Ai's horns.<br><br>Down the block, one of the thugs wielding a sledge hammer had knocked over a fire hydrant which was spraying a high pressure column of water up into the air and creating a small, dirty lake opposite the club.<br><br>Most of the taggers were putting the finishing touches on their artwork by the time Ai spread her wings again. One sweeping flap of her wings sent a wall of air down the street, knocking over bystanders who were too slow in fleeing and even in one case, tipping a white sports car over on its nose to land on the roof in a sickening crunch of glass and twisting metal. As the second flap lifted her massive red body up from the street, Ai let loose a long, sustained column of flame that engulfed both sides of the street and even the street itself in flame.<br><br>Every structure on the block was either in flames or destroyed by the invading thugs, up and down the block with the exception of Lilith's Cave. By now, the two Taggers who'd been painting "Throw-Ups (http://keusta.net/blog/images/graffiti/bordo_chinese_graffiti.jpg)" on the side of the club were done now, sprinting back to the Red Dragon, leaving the piles of empty paint cans and buckets behind in sloppy piles below their work.<br><br>The smell of molten tar filled the air as the dragon banked back toward home. Shogo was the last to leave the block, standing vigil over his underlings until the job was finished with an assault rifle strapped around his neck. The flood of suits ebbed back down the side street as abruptly as they'd come. Leaving only destruction in their wake. Above Lilith's entrance, in neat block letters from a teal grease pen read "Welcome to the Neighborhood", while the rest of the block burned.
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