One Crew to Rule it All - Middle City (Gang Activities)
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				Title: <strong>One Crew to Rule it All - Middle City (Gang Activities)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Revenent</strong> on <strong>10-05-2012, 18:22:55</strong>
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				<strong>Name:</strong> Marc, Danny<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> All<br><strong>Location:</strong> The Golden Pick<br><strong>Goal:</strong> Raid, Capture<br><br>(http://cache.virtualtourist.com/15/5874014-entrance_at_XS_Night_Club_Las_Vegas.jpg)<br><br>It's no mystery to anyone that dwarves love their gold. Even in the modern times, where their methods have had to go from digging it up from the bowels of the earth to robbing it from various banks and armored cars, they simply can't get enough of it. It was rare to find a dwarven bar or club that didn't have an almost overwhelming motif of gold walls and designs, and the Golden Pick was no exception. It was a bit of an oddity in the slums run by the Unleashed, looking like it belonged in a much richer neighborhood, if only because it was so loud and garish, and quite a bit cleaner than one would expect from a dwarven holding. Still, that made a good place to meet for the higher-ups of the Gravediggers and the Unleashed, who liked the pretend they had the wealth and means of the Brothers Fallen or the Light of Dawn.<br><br>Since lieutenants and superiors were common visitors to the Pick, it was well-defended. Behind the golden paint on the walls was reinforced iron, making it difficult if not impossible to break in any way other than the door, which had no less than four dwarves guarding it at all times. These bouncers were armored and equipped with large handguns and larger axes, but they were hardly the only threat. At the back of the club was a fully enclosed VIP room guarded by two more bouncers, while at the right from the bar, a security room was filled with no less than a dozen Gravediggers at any time, always ready to chop heads off and call for back-up. Back behind the VIP area, past the private bathrooms, was the room with the emergency shaft into the subway tunnel, guarded by yet one more bouncer.<br><br>Having arrived at the parking lot a couple blocks away, Marc and the rest of the crew were hidden in a small courtyard in a back alley across the street, giving those who were soldiers time to get ready. "Rutilus, see if you can get in touch with Wade now and let him know his new role. Jessamyne, Demona, Ayr, you're in first. I hope you remembers your goals. And succubus, I know you're getting these two inside, but try not to draw too much attention." With a smirk, he turned to the former Maidens. "Sila, Deejay, Zed, you might as well get in position at the ends of the street now. Don't worry if the Paladins see what you are; they work for the Light of Dawn, for the most part. They won't share that information with dwarves or beastmen.<br><br>"The rest of you, just be prepared, and for the love of God, don't kill the target by accident. Otherwise this is mostly a waste. Got it?
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				Title: <strong>Re: One Crew to Rule it All - Middle City (Gang Activities)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ironwolf85</strong> on <strong>11-05-2012, 06:42:06</strong>
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				Name: Ayr<br>Tagged: Ayr, Jess, Demonia<br>Location: golden doors<br>Ayr was a bit put off about having to go from assault to infiltration, not a problem, it was just annoying when plans changed on a whim. he finished setting up the "suprise" it wouldn't be much against the iron reinforced structure of the building, but a remote RPG round would cause some havoc nontheless.<br>He slid down a drainpipe, the wings being far too obvious a mode of transport, and folded them back, tucking them away into his bodysuit. Ayr unzipped the front of his suit, revealing chest and walked out to meet the girls. he could pass for a member of unleashed, especally with the gas-mask on and wings tucked. he also placed an external holster, if he was going to be searched, he might as well give up one willingly and leave a false trail. He threw an arm around Jess and Demonia each, best to play their canine plaything and let the succubus do the talking.<br>"ready for this girls?"
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				Post by: <strong>Katz</strong> on <strong>11-05-2012, 14:56:36</strong>
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				Name: Wade <br>Location: Atop a roof<br>Tag: Himself, various Pigeons<br><br><div class="floatright"><span class="bbc_u">Red Leader, Red Leader, we have contact!</span></div><br><div class="floatleft"><span class="bbc_u">What? </span></div> <div class="floatright"><span class="bbc_u">The motion sensor captured movement in our back.</span></div><br><div class="floatleft"><span class="bbc_u">Well, let's look at that.</span></div><br><br>Wade moves in his camo suit, making him near invisible in the dark, to the other side of the roof. <em>"Well they have finally arrived."</em> He tells some pigeons which are ignoring his smalltalk. Wade sighs and takes the walkie-talkie from a pocket of his suit and activates it.<br><br><em>"Mr. Pony, finally here too?"</em>
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				Post by: <strong>Metalzephyr</strong> on <strong>12-05-2012, 04:46:21</strong>
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				<strong>Nick Voss<br>Location:</strong> Across the street<br><strong>Tag:</strong> No One<br><br>He wished he had a cigar. Maybe some body armour too.<br><br>Nick leaned back against one of the cars, crossing his arms as the first crews were dispatched. He felt a little envious of Ayr, strolling in with the succubus on one arm, and an elf not too far either. Not that he didn't understand why he was in his role, and he could deal, just, would be nice.<br><br>It was quite a motley crew, but maybe that was a good thing. Most of the established gangs were fairly focused on who should be allowed 'in' to their club, and not on what those individuals brought to the table. If Marchosias was going to make a run at shaking up the scene, this was one interesting way to do it. <br>Very... left field.<br><br>Well, he might not have a cigar, but pretty soon he'd be in a good fight. Not the thick of it, but breakin heads nonetheless.
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				Title: <strong>Re: One Crew to Rule it All - Middle City (Gang Activities)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>JuliettaRossi</strong> on <strong>15-05-2012, 01:35:06</strong>
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				Name: Jessamyne<br>Location: entrance to the Golden Pick<br>Tagged: Ayr, Demonia<br><br>Jessamyne felt Ayr slip an arm around her and fought the urge to pull away. She wasn't quite used to anyone touching her in such a friendly manner - especially when for all intents and purposes she didn't know him at all. She needed to be unseen for her job to happen easily. Walking in with him and Demonia kinda screamed 'look at me!' She glanced back a moment, over a shoulder, catching a glimpse outside before the large golden doors closed. The place was an altar to gaudiness. Gold everywhere...the walls, the carpet even had glittering threads through it. The chandeliers, the ironwork, sconces, handles - every frickin thing was gold. She patted the spot where the red bead rested in her pocket, sliding a thumb into her pocket, her fingers covering the small bump the bead created. Her eyes were already scanning the over the gathered people, looking for their target.
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				Title: <strong>Re: One Crew to Rule it All - Middle City (Gang Activities)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vergil1989</strong> on <strong>15-05-2012, 03:36:53</strong>
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				<strong>Name;</strong>&nbsp; Demona<br><strong>Tagged;</strong>&nbsp; Ayr and Jess<br><strong>Location;</strong>&nbsp; The Golden Pick's doors.<br><strong>Goal;</strong>&nbsp; Infiltrate and....start a bit chaos.<br><br>She had wanted to play with the big ass and most likely big cocked orc, but Ayr and Jack when she got him alone later, not if, were her next choices.&nbsp; She shrugged and let the fellow lead the way, smirking to herself as she followed alongside Jess.&nbsp; She could have done worse for company tonight.&nbsp; Now she had a sexy little number and one hell of a big fella that smelled nicely of musk to entertain herself with tonight if all went well.&nbsp; Hell, maybe they could have a fucking orgy later.&nbsp; Just the thought made her nethers wet, but Demona just chuckled and soon they were at the Golden Pick.&nbsp; Oh she remembered her role, but she was a demon, she didn't play by anyone's rules but her own anymore, especially after the Maidenhood's leadership had stiffed her for so long.&nbsp; Still, she wasn't about to ruin her chances with Marc so she'd play ball...and play with his balls if he allowed her later.&nbsp; So when Ayr slipped his arms around herself and Jess, the succubus grinned and casually let her hand grab his crotch through his pants, gauging how big he was more than anything, as well as to let it be known she was VERY interested in playing any role he wanted of her as she gave him a gentle pat with her unnaturally warm hand.&nbsp; "Mmmm...sounds like a plan, and don't worry, we won't fuck this up."&nbsp; She shot back to Marc before they wandered off to the front door.&nbsp; For a seductress from Hell, the dwarves before the doors might as well not have existed since they took one look at her superb figure and parted ways for her and her entourage to proceed.&nbsp; She just chuckled and blew them a kiss as she walked by with Ayr and Jess at hand, her naturally arousing presence at full blast but directed away from her two allies so as to keep them on their toes.&nbsp; "Just don't walk in front of me.&nbsp; I've turned up the heat quite a bit."&nbsp; She warned so they were the only ones that heard her.
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				Title: <strong>Re: One Crew to Rule it All - Middle City (Gang Activities)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ironwolf85</strong> on <strong>15-05-2012, 08:18:51</strong>
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				name: Ayr<br>Tagged: Jess, Demona<br><br>Ayr was suprised to see actions at both ends of the spectrium he'd probably violated some invisible bubble with jess. Fae were always so... dramatic... with their interpersional relationships. hopefully in bed as well judging from the magics demonstrated earlier. angels, archons, azatas, were far more simplisticabout these things when not "on the clock", a hug is a hug, a kiss is a kiss, a fuck is a fuck, no subversive element to it. except with the Light... but those guys were a complete diffrent kettle of fish.<br>As he was musing on her reaction, and the conquences, hoping she wouldn't react, make the dwarves suspicious, etc. He began feeling warm inside his equipment, just realizing that they were moving in synch with the seductress, his body almost drifting along catching the pleasent erotic sidewinds of her supernatural powers. his pants were becoming tight indeed, of course his weren't the only loins churning as she covered their approach. dwarves were notoriously resistant to mind affecting magic, but resistant wasn't immune.<br>He might as well have been invisible, the effeminate boytoy or walking dildo for the hottest lady in the place.<br>The dwarves didn't even ask for his weapons, thank god for that. The doorsmen were too busy looking at her behind to form sentances. he looked over his sholder and gave her bottom a squeeze, to say "enjoy it fellas, cuz I'm hittin dat" in the low parlor of the dwarves.&nbsp; He flicked on the sonar vision on the mask taking a look around at the patrons, the Jersey Devil didn't take long to spot among the other furballs with the lights, gold flashing, and thumping vibration inducing music all cut out. he was mixing it up on the dance floor, and getting over a few of the girls, typical wiseguy style.<br>He wispered in Demona's ear, softly, taking a hand and making it look like "her boy" was getting overeager. "Push me back a bit and walk off, J.D. is over there on the dance floor to the left, in front of the stage. you girls get to you do best. I'll get to setting up the charges."
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				Title: <strong>Re: One Crew to Rule it All - Middle City (Gang Activities)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>summoner2183</strong> on <strong>17-05-2012, 16:42:47</strong>
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				Name: Rutilus<br>Location: Close to where the bar was<br>Tagging: Wade<br><br>He heard what Marc said through his comm and then said to him. "Understood, leader." He didn't really liking capturing this particular dwarf, not when he would love nothing better than to kill him. But the leader's words are the leader's commands, and he had to follow. He then heard Wade's words in his earpiece and rolled his eyes. He didn't really like to be called a pony, but he shrugged it off.<br><br>"I'm here Wade... a little change of plans. The leader needs our target to be alive... and its your job to incapacitate and capture him alive, you got it?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: One Crew to Rule it All - Middle City (Gang Activities)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Revenent</strong> on <strong>17-05-2012, 18:36:59</strong>
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				<strong>Name:</strong> The Jersey Devil, Haraim Dorvir<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Demona, Jessamyne, Ayr<br><strong>Location:</strong> Inside the Golden Pick<br><br>For as much as they appeared to focus on nothing but gold and ale, for as rare as it was to find a dwarf woman aboveground, for as resistant as the thick-headed diggers were to any sort of mental manipulation, a hot demoness was a smoking hot demoness no matter the race, and Demona probably would have gotten the trio into the club without even needing to use her powers. Her supernaturally erotic presence did mean the four doormen were too busy shuffling in their iron greaves to ask if they were carrying weapons, though, so it was clear why Marc had someone like her handle this, rather than Zed or that pretty little angle they had left back at his club. <br><br>For a nightclub, it was certainly brightly lit on the inside, but what was the point of painting everything in gold if you were going to dim the lights and not show it off? Of course, that would make it a lot harder for Jessamyne and Ayr to stay out of sight while they performed their jobs, but at least for now, with Demona leading the way, they might as well have been the fleas on the skin of a leopard for how much anyone bothered to notice them. This was especially the case once there were inside, where the few dangerous dwarven patrons of the club were utterly overwhelmed by the kobolds, centaurs, lycanthropes, and various other beastmen that crowded the place, every one of which was easily won over by the succubus' intoxicating presence. They would have all moved in at once had the scent of a male hound with his arm around her made them more wary.<br><br>What didn't bode as well was that by the time Ayr picked up on the Devil on the dance floor, his slightly greasy scent would be overlapped by something much more foul, drawing the faux-demon's attention to a helmet that popped up next to his waist. If Ayr or Demona didn't recognize that particular beard, then Jessamyne certainly would: Haraim Dorvir (http://images.epilogue.net/users/dimhovi/BloodDwarfDN.jpg). Just like every other Gravedigger, he dressed in the old style of armor, put huge amounts of attention to his facial hair, and carried more weapons than he could hold at once, but this particular lieutenant was very notorious among the Striders. His job was to keep other gang members from encroaching on dwarven territory, a job he was almost too zealous and far-reaching with, though no one would doubt this was just an excuse to slaughter any elves he came across, gang-affiliated or not.<br><br>The Jersey Devil greeted this bloodthirsty lunatic as an old friend and started following him back to the VIP room, dragging a couple human girls along with him. Since both Ayr's and Jessamyne's tasks required them to get into that room, someone would have to act fast to make sure they got inside before the door closed.
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				Title: <strong>Re: One Crew to Rule it All - Middle City (Gang Activities)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vergil1989</strong> on <strong>17-05-2012, 18:59:53</strong>
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				<strong>Name</strong>;&nbsp; Demona<br><strong>Tagged</strong>;&nbsp; Ayr and Jess<br><strong>Location</strong>;&nbsp; The Golden Pick's doors.<br><strong>Goal</strong>;&nbsp; Infiltrate and....start a bit chaos.<br><br>Demona just chuckled in response to Ayr's words as she watched and reveled in the attention she was receiving.&nbsp; Even so, she was not about to make it that easy for the damned Jersey Devil to get away as she saw what was happening and decided on a bit of a course of action all too quickly for either of her partners to pick up on.&nbsp; "Get the fuck off me asshole!"&nbsp; She shrieked and pushed Ayr away, half tempted to give him a kick to his balls for good measure but held off only because he had a job to do.&nbsp; Instead she pushed her way through the crowd, obviously pissed as she soon stood before the Jersey Devil and his friend.&nbsp; She didn't know who the fellow was, but she could see he was dangerous.&nbsp; She liked dangerous men so his scary reputation only served to turn her own all the more.&nbsp; "Fucking asshole got a bit too friendly.&nbsp; Sorry, name's Lilith.&nbsp; Mind if I join you in your little private party?&nbsp; I could use a little fun that didn't have anything to do with that prick."&nbsp; She turned on the French accent for good measure, adding the exotic speech patterns to her sexy if slightly pissed tone to her voice as she cozies up to the two men in question.&nbsp; She'd get them inside, even if she had to drag the Jersey Devil out by his balls to do it.&nbsp; She turned up the power of her seduction as far as she could just to be on the safe side, doubting either of them could tell she was a demon in disguise, hiding in plain sight without the need of a meat suit.&nbsp; She had done her level best to keep her demonic origins a secret from those that didn't need to know, but to everyone in the Maidenhood it was no secret since until the current leader had taken charge, things had been quite fun.&nbsp; All that aside, she hoped she wasn't pushing too hard at the same time, but few men could resist her, she had to hope that'd stay true here as well.
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				Title: <strong>Re: One Crew to Rule it All - Middle City (Gang Activities)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>JuliettaRossi</strong> on <strong>17-05-2012, 20:22:44</strong>
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				Name: Jessamyne<br>Location: The Golden Pick entrance/bar<br>Tagged: Ayr, Demona<br><br>Sigh...<br><br>Her job was to do something that required no one to actually notice her. Demona was front and center calling attention toward them...A glance up and she saw the orange skinned target along with...wait, really? A slight curse under her breath as she recognized Haraim. He would recognize her too if he saw her and her own neck wouldn't fare too well with the meeting. When Demona pushed Ayr away it was her cue to break from the two as well. If JD or Haraim look up to the commotion and saw her...it would all be for nothing. She would have to find a way to get the bead onto JD some other way. This kind of place was really no place for an elf to be casually sitting around, but luckily her hair hid the one ultimately underlying feature that screamed elf - at this point she simply looked like one of many tattooed humans with slightly exotic features. She slid up onto a bar stool in a more shadowed part of the bar. Everything still glittered. It was kind of discomforting and nauseating...She saw even the glasses behind the bar were flecked and rimmed with gold. <br><br>The bartender came by and asked, not exactly politely, if she was going to order anything. The implication being if she was there just to gawk or say she had gotten in, that her presence wasn't exactly appreciated. A smirk on her lips she ordered up a beer. Unlike the gold decor, Gravedigger establishments generally only seemed to carry one thing...beer. It would be more to play with, to handle, to watch others as she pretended to drink . At this point it would be up to Demona to get the damn bead onto JD. Hopefully the succubus would realize this and not end up partying too hard before the job was underway. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: One Crew to Rule it All - Middle City (Gang Activities)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Katz</strong> on <strong>18-05-2012, 05:40:05</strong>
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				<strong>Name:</strong> Wade<br><strong>Location:</strong> Rooftop across the bar<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Rutilius, Marc<br><br><em>"Proper briefing is something else, get me the leader."</em> Wade waits till Marc takes the phone and gives him his assignment. <em>"Finally, okay, easy enough, don't shoot the red guy, stop every other intruding faction."</em> He moves to a spot where he can look over the streets to the club and in addition to his anti-material rifle he readies a heavy machine gun and more destructive weapons. <br><br><div class="floatright"><span class="bbc_u">"Ohhh... that means we can use snippy! I already started to miss him."</span></div><br><div class="floatleft"><span class="bbc_u">"Ugh, only cause you can use him best from all of us."</span></div> <div class="floatright"><span class="bbc_u">"Certainly I do! Still have our personal best for the longest headshot."</span></div><br><div class="floatleft"><span class="bbc_u">"At least we probably don't need him, fucking Samurai."</span></div> <div class="floatright"><span class="bbc_u">"I like him, his skill in carving a turkey is unbelievable."</span></div><br><div class="floatleft"><span class="bbc_u">"Okay, that I have to give him, but come on, quoting old Asia flicks while cutting through people?" </span></div><div class="floatright"><span class="bbc_u">"Have we even watched those movies?"</span></div><br><div class="floatleft"><span class="bbc_u">"A really good question..."</span></div> <div class="floatright"><span class="bbc_u">"I'm scared...."</span></div><br><div class="floatleft"><span class="bbc_u">"Me too."</span></div><br><br><em>"Shut up boys, we have some business to do."</em> Wade sighs and concentrates on the job before him, looking through his scope he can see Jessa entering the Club together with Dog and Succi, <em>"Doesn't look happy at all." </em>
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				Title: <strong>Re: One Crew to Rule it All - Middle City (Gang Activities)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Revenent</strong> on <strong>23-05-2012, 09:05:27</strong>
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				<strong>Name:</strong> JD, Haraim<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Demona, Jessamyne, Ayr<br><strong>Location:</strong> The Golden Pick, main floor<br><br>The succubus' little presentation drew the attention of quite a few hounds in the near vicinity, most of which were about to jump in and stake Ayr's claim for themselves before she chose to go after the tanned human-like with the twisty horns and bare hooves that clacked loudly on the dance floor. As much as the little dwarf lieutenant looked like he could simply take her head off for making such a scene in one of their clubs, the Jersey Devil just grinned and turned on the charm for this intoxicating new lady in front of him. "Of course! You can never have too many hotties at a party, right?" he asked with a sleazy swagger, putting his arm around the girl despite the dwarf's obvious dislike and distrust, giving him a good chance to breath in as much of her erotic magic as possible. "Hey, if you know any more cute girls, we'd be happy to have them in back, too. After I'm done talking some boring old business with my friend, we can all have a bit of fun, eh?"<br><br>---<br><br><strong>Name:</strong> Marc<br><strong>Tagged:</strong>Wade<br><strong>Location:</strong> Alley Outside the Club<br><br>"Whatever you do, try not to let him escape. He'll probably be onto this operation more than any of the dwarves or beastmen," Marc finished his orders, handing the radio back to Rutilus to handle. While Wade wasn't exactly the person he wanted to trust to bring in the target alive, he needed as many people as he could spare raiding the club and holding back the paladins, so he would have to make due. At least he could hope Richter was up to knocking out a solitary target without killing him, assuming there was no outside interference.
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				Title: <strong>Re: One Crew to Rule it All - Middle City (Gang Activities)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ironwolf85</strong> on <strong>30-05-2012, 07:06:22</strong>
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				Name: Ayr<br>Tagged: Demona, Jess, JD, other clubby NPC's<br>Location: Golden Pick main floor, soon to be elsewhere<br>Ayr feigned rejection, pushed away by the woman he so "loved" not that anyone could see his smirk through his gasmask as he asked for a drink.<br>he spent a few minutes nursing the drink, pretending to build up courage. not that the rowdy drunks nearby would notice. Between the thumpping songs and the almost brillitanly gaudy golden decor, he almost didn't notice one come up to him. "Hey pup, ya actually lost a succubi" he laughed, it was some big wolf or other canid picking on the poor lost puppy. "She treated ya like a bitch man" he turned to his buddies "bet that whore wanted a real dog."<br>His hand was splayed out on the table ayr smiled. "you know what" he loudly announced "I'm going after her" when mr. alpha turned around to say somthing, "thanks for the pep talk" then jammed a fork through his hand.&nbsp; "and don't talk that way about my sweetie." &nbsp;he walked off to chat up the door guard, not every eye was on him, but more than a few. It was a decent act.<br><br>More improtantly a hurt heart was an excuse to get through the door guard. they talkied for a bit when he finally asked "I need to get in there sir, I have to talk to my mistress." &nbsp; "Ye gonna cause trouble more an likely" he waved the dwarf's suspisions away. "no no, I don't want to cause trouble. I'm sorry for the outburst at the bar. he insulted her. I just..." he let his sholders droop. "can I get an escort to some quiet area untill she and the guys are done." "well I don see why not. I'll keep an eye on ya" hook line and... well not sinker, he still had a dwarf to deal with, but that was fine.
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				Title: <strong>Re: One Crew to Rule it All - Middle City (Gang Activities)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vergil1989</strong> on <strong>30-05-2012, 22:44:23</strong>
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				<strong>Name</strong>;&nbsp; Demona<br><strong>Tagged</strong>;&nbsp; Ayr and Jess later, JD and Hariam now.<br><strong>Location</strong>;&nbsp; The Golden Pick's doors.<br><strong>Goal</strong>;&nbsp; Infiltrate and....start a bit chaos.<br><br>Luckily she had gotten a hold of the bead from Jess, otherwise this plan would have gone tits up already.&nbsp; Still, she had to find a way to get it stuck on the Jersey Devil, but for someone with her skill set, that'd be easy as pie, she hoped.&nbsp; For now though she grinned and leaned into the arm JD wrapped around her, not afraid to let him do whatever he damn well pleased with her.&nbsp; Besides, she was of a similar mind, although her kind of partying usually left more than a few people a bit glassy eyed and dead on their feet, or on their backs, or fronts, or just plain dead.&nbsp; Most of the time she didn't kill her fuck mates though, and she wasn't planning on leaving a bunch of dead bodies around tonight either, but that didn't mean she couldn't enjoy herself either.&nbsp; "Anything will be better than that would be fuck toy back at the bar.&nbsp; As for knowing any other hotties, you won't want anyone else after I'm done with you."&nbsp; She chuckled seductively, her eyes seeming to shine with her strong, almost overpowering desire to get into JD's pants as she let the bead become a part of her skin for now so that when she had a chance to place it somewhere secure, she wouldn't lose it by accident or it wouldn't be discovered either.&nbsp; The most anyone might notice if they actually found it is an unusual bump between her shoulder blades which could have been anything until she called it back out again as she forced it into her hiding spot.&nbsp; Underneath her breasts had crossed her mind but that would be a bit close for comfort.&nbsp; A mole or something however wasn't unexpected on the other hand, and that's exactly what she made the bead look like while keeping it secure on her back after having used her magic to pull it into position on her body.&nbsp; Ah shapeshifting, such a wonderful talent.&nbsp; For now she winked at Hariam, not put off by him in the slightest either.&nbsp; "Don't worry big fella, there's plenty of me to go around, and I swing both ways."&nbsp; She said loud enough to be heard by JD's other guests, earning a few giggles for her admittance.&nbsp; It was true too, which only made Demona all the more fun at parties.
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				Title: <strong>Re: One Crew to Rule it All - Middle City (Gang Activities)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Revenent</strong> on <strong>04-06-2012, 16:05:55</strong>
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				<strong>Name:</strong> JD, Haraim<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Demona, Ayr, Jessamyne<br><strong>Location:</strong> The Golden Pick, main floor and VIP room<br><br>The Jersey Devil had no idea what he was getting himself into as grinned down at Demona, not even bothering to ask her name before he decided to bring her along into the back with him. "I hope you can keep both me and these girls happy, then. Sounds like you just wanna take charge of everything. Not that I mind a woman in control or nothin'," he said in a low voice under the overpowering waves of music pumping through club, lowering his hand behind Demona and getting a firm handful of her ass, lustfully squeezing away. Of course, being barely more than waist-height, Dorvir had a full viewing of this display, the dwarf grumbling in annoyance as he realized what little chance he had of getting business done until the Jersey Devil was all fucked out. "You know what, Anatas? Come talk to me when you're done with your bitches. We can get down to business when you're done fucking around," he growled, though it seemed more exasperated than angry, as if the dark-bearded dwarf was used to this kind of thing. "Got it," the JD, Anatas, replied as if he didn't hear a word, then took the two women and the one succubus who were making him tight-pantsed into the private party area. The VIP room consisted of just a few long couches surrounding a rather large table, more of a meeting area for the handful of dwarves that came here than a legitimate VIP room. But perhaps the setup was very appropriate to kind of party JD was planning on having, as he sat down on the center couch and eyed Demona, patting his lap with a sly grin.<br><br>Back out in the club, Haraim made his way to sit at the bar and order a pint, ignoring the wolf with the fork in his hand to his left and not noticing the tattooed elf to his right. Not far off, the dwarf who had promised to escort the archon somewhere quiet out of the sheer desire to slack off took Ayr into an area back behind the bar, little more than a dim storage area for an almost shocking number of kegs, and very little else. Dwarf bartenders weren't known for their ability to mix drinks. There was a good chance this area was connected to the area behind the VIP room where Ayr's goal awaited, though. "Sorry to see ya get cockblocked like that. I wonder if anyone's fucking that cute little elf yet," the dwarf made rather crude small talk, clearly a bigger fan of elves than his psychopath superior.
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				Title: <strong>Re: One Crew to Rule it All - Middle City (Gang Activities)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ironwolf85</strong> on <strong>05-06-2012, 07:54:53</strong>
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				Name: Ayr<br>Tagged: Dwarf<br>Location: adjacent to the vip room<br><br>"oh she's a delecious tart isn't she? She's probably making the jersery devil scream about now, either with him inside her, or a high calibur handgun to his temple." Ayr barely finished the sentence before the dwarf found himself with a rubber glove crushing his windpipe and pinning him to a barrel of wiskey. He popped the top off the barrel jammed the dwarf's head backward into the drink. The victim kicked, went for his blade. Ayr held fast, pulling the man's weapons from their holsters before he could reach for them. the dwarf kicked, burbbled, and struggled. "Stubborn as the rest of them" Ayr had to use both hands to keep his head under the stale beer, and he would not stop kicking.<br><br>He sighed and flipped the soon to be corpse into the barrel and put the cover back on, locking the lid. there was a few bits of banging, a couple loud thumps. then nothing. He had to hand it to dwarves, they engineered the roughest toughest barrels around to hold all that delecious beer, great for stashing bodies too.<br><br>With that annoyance out of the way he went into the VIP room, passing by one or two guards who had seen them pass already, when one held up his hand Ayr looked down at him and tightened his legs against his crotch. "bathroom, by the way your friend gives great head." &nbsp;the guard let him pass with an amused look on his face.<br><br>It didn't take long for him to spot the shaft in the bathroom leading to the subway. he nodded to the guard and went into the stall nearest to the shaft. He pulled the explosives from his bag placing them inside the toilet, this is why professionals used plastique and electric, waterproofed detonators instead of gunpowder. when he pressed the button the room would go up like the fourth, sending a backblast that would rip through the VIP room, likely killing those inside. He had to get demona out before that happened. He flushed, the ten pounds of shaped plastique and detonator clogging the pipe and not going down.<br><br>With that he exited the stall walking up to the guard who, to be honest, would rather play on his phone than guard a literal hole in the ground in the back room of a building that was reinforced with steel. he knelt down to tie his boot, grabbed the serrated blade, and brought it up into the guard's neck. not that it killed the suprise dwarf on impact, he was forced to grapple the dwarf to the wall and saw a bit before it stopped. he dragged the bleeding dwarf to the stall and placed his head in the toilet as if dealing with an overabundance of drink. it also helped drain the blood so it did not create further mess, so far all the blood was on him.<br>Good thing about rubber and latex, it washed off with a bit of water, and better yet. no camreas in such a private room where illegal things may happen, and if documented, would be evidence. golddiggers valued privacy, not like The Light at all.<br><br>He pressed on his bluetooth connection. "Angel to Succey and Fae, package delivered with love and care. call back when Jersey has been liberated." it was likely that they'd intercept signals within the building, but if they did, they'd also have to contend with local cell phone interferance, let along a screwey call like that.
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				Title: <strong>Re: One Crew to Rule it All - Middle City (Gang Activities)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vergil1989</strong> on <strong>05-06-2012, 08:12:06</strong>
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				<strong>Name</strong>;&nbsp; Demona<br><strong>Tagged</strong>;&nbsp; Ayr and Jess later, JD and Hariam now.<br><strong>Location</strong>;&nbsp; The Golden Pick's doors.<br><strong>Goal</strong>;&nbsp; Infiltrate and....start a bit chaos<br><br>Demona just groaned in anticipation, loving how forward and eager the JD was proving to be.&nbsp; She obviously hadn't lost her touch at all.&nbsp; She grinned to herself, an evil gleam in her eyes which no one saw thankfully as she and the two other girls were lead to the VIP area.&nbsp; When invited to sit on his lap, Demona wasted no time in getting there, leaning her lithe frame against his strong chest without a second thought as she let her hand rub up and down his chest while her other caressed his inner thigh between her shapely legs, grinding herself along his leg to get herself nice and wet although she really didn't need a lot of help.&nbsp; Still, it felt good to the succubus as she let her hand that had been on JD's chest find his pants before sneaking her hand into his underwear without needing to be told or invited.&nbsp; She figured he didn't care and would eagerly respond to her skilled touch as she pulled one of his hands to her breasts while she worked his cock over at the same time.&nbsp; "Come on big fella, let's see what you got.&nbsp; I want a taste and I'm sure these two lovely ladies do too."&nbsp; She purred, standing up only to turn around and sit on his lap again, this time facing him as she stuck her hand back into his pants, picking up where she had left off.&nbsp; "Mmmm....so nice and big.&nbsp; I like em big.&nbsp; Gives me more to work with."&nbsp; She purred in his ear, her exotic scent only seeming to grow thicker in the air, affecting not just the JD but also his two sluts he'd brought with, seeing out of the corner of her eye that they had already started some heavy petting and some damn sexy tongue lashing against each other.&nbsp; She was temporarily distracted by Ayr's response in her ear but she didn't say anything, not wanting to ruin her chances of getting this guy out the back after draining his balls dry if it came to that point.&nbsp; She needed to get a message out.&nbsp; "I'll be right back, need a quick bathroom break, but go ahead and get undressed big fella.&nbsp; I want to suck your balls dry with more than my mouth when I return."<br><br>Whatever his response, Demona hopped off of his lap and went for the door, finding her way to the bathroom since it hadn't exactly been a lie.&nbsp; She 'lost' her underwear on the way, making it disappear in a puff of black smoke as she shut herself in a stall after making sure no one else was around.&nbsp; "You really have bad timing Ayr.&nbsp; I haven't gotten him yet but give me ten minutes and he'll be more than ready to follow me out if I haven't fucked him into oblivion first.&nbsp; I'll carry him out if I have to."&nbsp; She replied to anyone that was listening before tending to her business.&nbsp; "If you must contact me again, just be sure to do so before you blow this place to Hell.&nbsp; You'd be doing the world a favor by demolishing this damned club for its ugly if expensive building material alone.&nbsp; The design shows terrible taste."&nbsp; She purred humorously before she cut off communications on her end, still able to receive but she wouldn't be sending anything out until she was in the clear.&nbsp; Returning to JD, Demona grinned, hoping she hadn't missed much in the way of preparation for her little performance.&nbsp; "I'm back and ready to party."
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				Title: <strong>Re: One Crew to Rule it All - Middle City (Gang Activities)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Pink Professional</strong> on <strong>06-06-2012, 01:26:01</strong>
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				Name;&nbsp; Jack 'Jekyll' Mason<br>Tagged;&nbsp; No one in particular, Nick Voss and Marc in ear shot.<br>Location;&nbsp; Outside the Golden Pick<br><br>___<br><br>Anticipation.<br><br>If there was one thing Jack had no patience for, it was anticipation. The Lycanthrope prided himself on being a relatively smart man and, under normal circumstances, a very controlled person; if not arrogant, self-centred and more than a little vice-happy. Yet anticipation drove him insane. It brought pleasure and pain, elation and agony: All wrapped up in a boring little suit of time wasting. Because when boiled down to it's core elements, anticipation represented having your time wasted. Sometimes the anticipation can be a nuisance, but sometimes it was divine, also. It could be the anticipation of a good screw for the first time in over ten years, or it could be the anticipation that came before a good hunt. Both sides of Jack were hungry for the coming events. Both sides of Jack were suffering from the desire to end anticipation and engage in action.<br><br>The Lycan's human form looked tattered and messy. He had replaced his former clothing with a cheap pair of trousers and remained shirtless: Mainly in preparation for a potent upgrade in his size. He also had a set of clothes stashed nearby, for when the job was done. Now though, was a time of waiting and hiding and skulking. The thought of skulking pissed him off a little, but his mug was not exactly a subtle one. Everyone and their mother had recognised him in the club before hand, so it was certain that anyone would recognise his face in the Dwarven establishment. His Lycan form was far less notable. No one had ever lived long enough to catalog the form. He either showed the transformation when he was showing off or when he was hunting.<br><br>"When this is done, I'll have to dig up some accomplices. I wonder if Jericho is still popping vaults?"<br><br>The words were mostly to himself, musings to some unknown notebook, like he was recording his own personal memoirs and, for all intensive purposes he was. He was recording his thoughts internally: writing a mental to-do list. The only people who might be able to hear him were Nick Voss and the new Boss-man. Admittedly, he had yet to get accustomed to calling someone else the boss. Having previously ran his own crew, it felt odd to be in indentured service: Yet he owed a debt. His inner wolf banged against the mental cage, howling for appeasement and release. Internally he only answered with a simple 'soon'.
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				Title: <strong>Re: One Crew to Rule it All - Middle City (Gang Activities)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Revenent</strong> on <strong>07-06-2012, 08:14:30</strong>
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				<strong>Name:</strong> Anatas<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Demona<br><strong>Location:</strong> The Golden Pick, VIP Room<br><br>Being a beastman, one would have thought the lady-loving Jersey Devil would have been able to sense the danger that he was quickly putting himself in, but if there was one thing that led an animal more than survival instinct, it was mating instinct. Perhaps calling Demona over into his lap was his body's attempt to deliver his seed into one more womb before the life was either sapped or cut out of him. Maybe he saw what was coming and knew no way out, and he was just looking for some last-minute fun before his time was up and the grim reaper came to collect his filthy soul. But the more likely answer was that he was just a very horny bastard, easily led by the succubus' irresistible abilities, even when she made him feel like he was the one in control.<br><br>He hardly need to tell such a seasoned veteran what to do once he had her in his lap, leaning back against the cushion and breathing in even more of her demonic essence in his pleasure as she ran he skilled figured against his chest and ground her clothed womanhood against his leg, humping him as if she was an animal herself, though he wouldn't disrespect her by making that comparison out loud. He didn't mind letting her have a good feel of his lean yet hard chest muscles before she started moving her hands down to the main attraction, working their way into the underwear he wasn't wearing and taking a hold of his member, which was already almost fully hard from the demoness' mystical air, not to mention big. Of course it was big; he was a beastman, after all, which meant he had a natural advantage over the statistically smaller human males, plus his race had a lot in common with satyrs, just sporting tiny wings, smaller horns, and a more tolerable sex drive, though that wasn't saying much here.<br><br>It didn't take long for Demona's veteran fingers to make the Jersey Devil's thick rod twitch and throb like her own personal plaything, making the target lean his head back against the couch with an elated smile from the incredible pleasure he was getting just from the warm-up. "Oh, I'll give you something to work with..." the beastman moaned back at her, so caught up in her presence that he almost didn't notice the other two sluts he had brought in starting to make out (he did, of course; he wouldn't dare miss out on such a sight). Her aura was affecting all three of the vulnerable minds so much that by the time she made her call to Ayr and returned, Anatas would already be bottomless and receiving vigorous head from the lighter-skinned woman, the dark-skinned one crawling along the floor toward Demona and winking up at her as she tried to unzip the succubus' pants. Getting that bead on her target would almost be too easy, now.
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				Title: <strong>Re: One Crew to Rule it All - Middle City (Gang Activities)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vergil1989</strong> on <strong>11-06-2012, 04:51:30</strong>
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				<strong>Name</strong>;&nbsp; Demona<br><strong>Tagged</strong>;&nbsp; Ayr and Jess later, JD and Hariam now.<br><strong>Location</strong>;&nbsp; The Golden Pick's doors.<br><strong>Goal</strong>;&nbsp; Infiltrate and....start a bit chaos<br><br>She'd need a little more than ten minutes if she didn't hurry, but Demona was good at what she did.&nbsp; Even if she didn't drain them all she could still easily subdue JD and knock the two women out easily if push came to shove.&nbsp; She rather wanted to avoid becoming crispy fried succubus thank you very much.&nbsp; Still, her mood, which had been pretty chipper already, only got better as she saw that things had gotten quite well underway.&nbsp; Grinning like the cat that had ate the canary, the lithe and sexy woman worked her pants off with the woman's aid before losing her top, planning to enjoy herself quite a bit at all of their expenses.&nbsp; Gently pulling the dark woman up with her hand under her chin, the succubus pressed her lips against her first 'plaything,' the drain already starting as she almost tongue fucked the woman's mouth, making her weak in the knees from pleasure more than anything.&nbsp; She groaned herself, her hands already cupping and exploring the girl's breasts with her veteran fingers before she broke away, seeing that first kiss had done wonders to loosen her up quite a bit more.&nbsp; Leaning into her left ear, Demona whispered a spell to her alone, wanting to demonstrate for Anatos just how good she truly was.&nbsp; Every nerve in the dark woman's body fired at once, making her already heated skin all the more sensitive as she gasped loudly, her sex dripping like mad which only became more pronounced as Demona slipped two of her fingers on her right hand into her.&nbsp; "Pay close attention my pet.&nbsp; You'll be amazed at how good I am."&nbsp; She purred, winking lewdly at the JD as she continued to run her soft lips along the girl's neck while her fingers worked her pussy and clit over.&nbsp; It took barely thirty seconds before the dark skinned woman was climaxing over and over again and fell to her knees before Demona.&nbsp; Such a wonderful expression she wore too as she fell to her back only to have the succubus spread her legs and eat her pussy out as if she was dying of thirst.<br><br>Only she however was able to see the energy being sucked out of the human woman as she licked and sucked the girl's quivering sex, making her writhe and groan and even scream as she brought her over the edge again and again in record time.&nbsp; She was enjoying her snack but she wouldn't take everything the human had to offer....this time.&nbsp; She'd definitely hunt her down later though since she tasted quite good both literally and soul drain wise as well.&nbsp; Demona finished the first after the dark skinned woman passed out from sensory overload and being driven to climax as fast and hard as she had been, but energy wise she still had a good three fourths left to give.&nbsp; Licking her lips with the smell of raw sex thick in the air already, she turned to the girl who was still sucking away on Anatos's immense cock and just grinned.&nbsp; "Move over a little honey.&nbsp; We'll share him."&nbsp; She purred, kneeling on the other side of the light skinned counterpart before she let her lips and tongue start on the beastman's considerable cock, groaning in pleasure as she let her skilled organ dance and weave around the other woman's own, her right hand reaching up to cup and massage the closer of the JD's sperm filled sacs.&nbsp; "Feel free to cum whenever you want big guy.&nbsp; I'm sure you have more than one shot in there."&nbsp; She moaned as she immediately went for his balls next, skillfully sucking one into her mouth without hurting Anatos in the slightest, making it slick and wet with her spit before moving over to the second.&nbsp; It wouldn't take him long to notice that they'd start to feel heavier and more sensitive than ever.&nbsp; While her poison tipped tail was far more effective in this area, she didn't want to reveal that part of her nature to this chump, but her saliva still acted as an aphrodisiac and sperm inducer, although not nearly to the level of potency as her venom did.&nbsp; Still, beggars couldn't be choosers.
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				Title: <strong>Re: One Crew to Rule it All - Middle City (Gang Activities)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Revenent</strong> on <strong>14-06-2012, 21:15:24</strong>
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				<strong>Name:</strong> Anatas<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Demona<br><strong>Location:</strong> The Golden Pick, VIP Room<br><br>It was an understatement to say it took a lot for a man to be broken out of the tunnel vision of receiving a skilled and energetic blowjob, but the secret succubus fucking the dark-skinned hottie into submission was enough to draw the Jersey Devil's eyes away from the girl between his knees for a few minutes at least. He didn't know how she did it; he was well-hung and fancied himself a good bed partner, but never had he had a woman climaxing multiple times in less than a minute and actually passing out just from a bit of tongue work. Was she using some other trick she was sharing? No time to ask, as she didn't even stop to clean the first girl's juices off of her lips and tongue before she put them to work on his own impressive organ, making the beastman groan and pant rather loudly with intense pleasure and putting the human girl to shame. If he had a clear mind, he might have been able to put the pieces together and realize how much he was being played by the demoness, but for now his mind was fogged by the two hot, wet tongues working all over his shaft. Even he was amazed that he managed to last for so long with two women working his endorphins into a frenzy, but the shocking sensation of having his already large balls seemingly become even fuller and more sensitive pushed him over the edge, cumming hard enough to nearly choke the light-skinned human who was still working on his rod. By the time he was done, he had made a bit of a mess on her, but was still rock-hard and ready to go thanks to Demon's presence.
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				Title: <strong>Re: One Crew to Rule it All - Middle City (Gang Activities)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vergil1989</strong> on <strong>22-06-2012, 23:52:24</strong>
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				<strong>Name;</strong><br><strong>Tagged;</strong>&nbsp; Ayr and Jess later...Anatos now.<br><strong>Location;</strong>&nbsp; The Golden Pick, VIP Room.<br><strong>Goal;</strong>&nbsp; Infiltrate and cause a bit of chaos.<br><br>Demona just grinned from ear to ear at how much he exploded when they succeeded in getting that wonderful climax out of him.&nbsp; Just the physical drain alone would be enough to knock the wind out of a normal human man, but Anatos was obviously not human.&nbsp; Still, even he was a bit dazed and confused, which would make what she had in mind all the more potent as she stood and waited for the human to finish trying to suck up the last remains of his first explosion before she pushed the guy down onto the couch.&nbsp; "You just wait there a second big fella.&nbsp; I'll get to you soon enough."&nbsp; To emphazise her point, she let her eyes change and her tail shot out, razor sharp point pressed right up against the JD's neck.&nbsp; He couldn't scream, couldn't move without her slitting his throat first as she turned to the human and kissed her, draining enough of her energy so that she too was down for the count before she turned back to her main meal.&nbsp; "Mmmm....another little tasty dessert for me.&nbsp; Now for the main course.&nbsp; Don't worry though Anatos, you'll never want another woman again, and I meant it when I said it.&nbsp; On the other hand, I'm not just another woman either."&nbsp; She purred, revealing her true demonic nature once and for all as her entire body changed to reveal her demonic form, horns, tail, fangs, everything.&nbsp; Her skin was significantly softer, her very presence almost mind crushingly arousing, yet that wasn't even her best feature as she hovered over Anatos's thick cock.&nbsp; "You might want to take a breath big fella.&nbsp; I'm known to take even beastmen like you beyond any level of coherent thought.&nbsp; Oddly enough, that includes breathing sometimes."&nbsp; She purred, grinning quite wickedly as she sunk her hot, extremely moist and even softer pussy around his thick shaft, moaning as he filled her better than most men she had a chance to take these days.&nbsp; It'd feel incredible for him too as she let her core conform around his shaft so that he'd get the maximum amount of pleasure every time she moved up or down upon him hard enough to hear their flesh make wet noises every time they slammed against each other.&nbsp; She still had five minutes to finish up her task and drag the JD out by his balls if she had to.&nbsp; "Stand up....lover.&nbsp; Mount me like a horse if you want, or better yet....put me on my back.&nbsp; I hear...having your prostate...massaged while you're fucking someone....like me makes for quite an enjoyable...release you won't forget....ever."&nbsp; Regardless on how things went, as soon as he was too incoherent to think straight if he wasn't there already, she'd stick that little bead of hers down his throat if she had to, having put it underneath her tongue where she could easily pick it up and let him swallow it after giving him one last kiss before leading him or dragging him out, however things went.
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				Title: <strong>Re: One Crew to Rule it All - Middle City (Gang Activities)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Revenent</strong> on <strong>24-06-2012, 23:51:13</strong>
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				<strong>Name:</strong> Anatas<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Demona<br><strong>Location:</strong> The Golden Pick, VIP Room<br><br>For those few seconds, in the aftermath of the most explosive orgasm of his life so far, the Jersey Devil's sense of danger had been smothered by bliss and security, the dream of getting to fuck three beautiful women in one sitting. His head was thrown back against the couch in peaceful contentment as the light-skinned human gently sucked away to finish drawing in whatever cum hadn't been used to coat her face and chest, failing to even notice for the first few seconds that Demona's tail was just the smallest twitch away from messily ending his life. His hazel eyes grew wide and his muscles stiffened up completely, afraid that even the tiniest bad move would have Demona cutting him in retribution. Strangely, the one part of him that shouldn't have wilted instead of stiffened with fear was only growing more stiff by the second, until the succubus revealed her true form to him, the mere sight and presence nearly making him shoot another load across himself and the couch he was laying across, but thankfully the mere idea of giving Demona a reason to be unhappy with him stayed his sperm. He swallowed heavily as he watched her mount his body and position herself directly above his long, now impossibly hard erection, though it was hard to tell if it was the fear that was making him quiver, or the anticipation. Both would find themselves being satisfied quickly as she sunk herself down onto his thick rod after a few words of warning, his body convulsing for a moment as the impossible heat and smoothness of her walls, not to mention the way she conformed so perfectly to the shape of his cock, brought him to levels of pleasure he didn't think possible. He could do nothing but lay there and take it, practically drooling as she rode him and brought their bodies together again and again, avoiding climax by some miracle he would never understand. He could hardly breath, and her words meant nothing to him, but he followed them all the same, twisting the union around so that she was on her back and slamming his dick into her like a lust-driven zombie or full-on beast. The fear was fading quickly, but only because there was no room for anything but pleasure anymore. Some part of him wondered if he would be allowed to live after this, after she fed from him, while another wondered if he wanted to continue living if he would never feel this good again.
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				Title: <strong>Re: One Crew to Rule it All - Middle City (Gang Activities)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vergil1989</strong> on <strong>25-06-2012, 05:14:56</strong>
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				<strong>Name</strong>;&nbsp; Demona<br><strong>Tagged</strong>;&nbsp; Ayr and Jess later...Anatos now.&nbsp; Finishing up.<br><strong>Location</strong>;&nbsp; The Golden Pick, VIP Room.<br><br>Equal parts fear and desire always gave the succubus quite a rush, which only made her already soaking wet sex all the more wet and willing which in turn only further ensnared the JD in her power.&nbsp; He wasn't about to complain though and neither was Demona as she moaned and groaned like the whore she was, never growing tired of the long and thick shaft most beastmen possessed as Anatos did.&nbsp; His was one of the better ones she had had though, but she was soon on her back and the new position only added to her own pleasure quite a bit.&nbsp; She wrapped her legs tightly around the man's waist, drawing him in deeper still with each powerful thrust he gave her.&nbsp; Her tail however was about to make things even more fun, at least for her anyway as the razor sharp point disappeared from its spade like shape, but the stinger was still readily available as she positioned it between his testicles before giving him a good dose of her venom.&nbsp; If he thought his balls were heavy and sensitive before, the venom she just injected him with would make that seem like a party favor as heat, pure and pleasure inducing heat, infused them and his shaft soon after.&nbsp; If the last flood of sperm was anything to go by, he'd almost double that now as Demona screamed her own pleasure, her walls clamping down to 'milk' Anatos for all he was worth.<br><br>((Feel free to bunny hop her out of there from here Rev buddy.))
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				Title: <strong>Re: One Crew to Rule it All - Middle City (Gang Activities)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Revenent</strong> on <strong>25-06-2012, 17:58:41</strong>
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				<strong>Name:</strong> Anatas, Haraim<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Demona<br><strong>Location:</strong> The Golden Pick, VIP Room<br><br>The beastman was having a difficult time understanding how a demon could bring him to what felt like Heaven as he thrust all of his many inches into the succubus' hot folds, which drew him in more and more, even when he had sunk his entire shaft into her body and his swollen testes slapped against her soft skin. He was already mere seconds away from delivering one of the biggest loads of his life when he suddenly felt an odd sting on the skin between his oversized balls, his thrusts pausing as a sudden, almost staggering heat overtook his already sensitive loins, his balls feeling like too solid weights filled from wall to wall with his seed, and his large cock growing even more and feeling almost literally as hard as stone, too rigid to even bend very much. He started pounding into Demona with a newfound, desperate zeal, the desire to release this overwhelming amount of built-up pleasure overtaking all other though processes. When he finally came, he shouted and tore his claws into the couch, member erupting like a fire hose and delivering more than double his previous load directly into the woman's body, making sure every last drop was inside her before he slipped out and fell back against the couch in a daze, his member still pointing straight up in the air and twitching.<br><br>"Had your fun?" asked a fierce voice after Demona had just enough time to plant her bead, the same light-eyed dwarf lieutenant she had met before approaching with a sharp glare in his eyes and a sharper axe in his hand. The weapon was clearly enchanted if the glowing blue ruins along its edge and handle were any indication, so it would certainly be able to harm a body like hers, despite her being a demon. "We're not fans of your kind inside our clubs, so I suggest you get out before I make you ride something a little less fun," he threatened, gesturing to his axe as he stepped onto and then over one of the unconscious humans. Clothes or not, he would lead her to the door with a blade to her throat before pushing her out and locking her out, not looking forward to cleaning up after a rather "passionate" succubus attack.<br><br>---<br><br><strong>Name:</strong> Marchosias<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Ayr, Jessamyne<br><strong>Location:</strong> Outside of The Golden Pick<br><br>Sensing the release and intake of a great amount of sexual energy, Marc could only assume Demona had accomplished what he had sent the group in to do and decided it was time for the raid itself. Taking out his phone, he made a quick call to both the archon and the elf, both of whom would hopefully not be preoccupied. "Time to move out, whether you got your jobs done or not. If we wait too long, the real crowd of Gravediggers and Unleashed we'll show up and we won't have enough manpower," he warned, hoping the shaft to the subway had at least been sabotaged. Whatever the case, he nodded around to those who were going to be in the main attack, signaling them to get their weapons of choice out and get ready.
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				Title: <strong>Re: One Crew to Rule it All - Middle City (Gang Activities)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vergil1989</strong> on <strong>25-06-2012, 18:18:41</strong>
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				Name;&nbsp; Demona<br>Tagged;&nbsp; Ayr and Jess soon...Anatos later most likely.<br>Location;&nbsp; The Golden Pick, VIP Room<br><br>Groaning in complete satisfaction as her body absorbed every drop Anatos had to give her, and there was quite a bit for even her to suck up like a sponge, Demona for once in a long time felt fully sated and her hunger was all but gone.&nbsp; Mmmmm....she really needed to remember to hunt Anatos down later, provided he was alive by the time Marc was done with him of course.&nbsp; Still, her job was done, and she was about to get out under her own power before the annoying dwarf came back, bearing a rather nasty piece of enchanted work no less.&nbsp; She groaned and rolled her eyes, never having been a fan of the big scary macho types before, and she wasn't impressed now as she stood and dusted herself off.&nbsp; "You really need to work on your snappy one liners there bub.&nbsp; Besides, if I wanted to I could take you just as easily as I took your boss, but since I hate fighting as much as I hate staring at your ugly mug, you won't have to worry about me putting up a fuss."&nbsp; Shapeshifting back into another form, this one similar to the one she had come in as, Demona dressed as quickly as she had gotten undressed and blew Harium a kiss just to irk him further, hoping she wasn't forgetting anything as her tails, horns, wings, and anything else that marked her as a demon disappeared before she mentally slapped herself and got her purse as well.&nbsp; Once she was set she casually walked out and hoped that Ayr and Jess were about finished so they could get the Hell out of this dump....provided the fireworks hadn't already started of course.&nbsp; If so, then she'd give Haraim something to remember her by....and it wouldn't be nearly as pleasant as she had done to Anatos already.
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				Title: <strong>Re: One Crew to Rule it All - Middle City (Gang Activities)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ironwolf85</strong> on <strong>26-06-2012, 17:36:50</strong>
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				Name; Ayr<br>Tagged; Jess, Anatos<br>Location;&nbsp; The Golden Pick, VIP Room, rest room.<br><br>"Yes Sir" Ayr responded "about time too" he was tired of waiting, and walked out and down the hal, Anataos was still sitting in the lounge, but from the look of him he had obviously been worked over by demona. "Shit, he's still here." Ayr quickly backed out having expected loverboy to be gone, and reshaped the charge in the bathroom, he had to keep the blast from blowing all the way into the VIP room.<br>He primed the charge and headed out into the storage toom with the pickled dwarf, and from there through the kitchen. To make a show of what was to come he kicked the door open, and fired off a few rounds and leapt onto one of the counters. He cut loose and let out a howl mimicking a member of the Unleashed before obviously detonating the bomb. the fireworks went off as planned tearing through the subway and backdragting breaking the lines and collapsing the tunnel instead of being fed upward into the VIP lounge. any dwarves below would have been fried.<br>He took a few wild shots at the dwarves, amny of whom simply ran for cover like good civilans. when one raised a weapon to fire at him he shot the dwarf in the neck with the stolen gun."
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				Title: <strong>Re: One Crew to Rule it All - Middle City (Gang Activities)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Revenent</strong> on <strong>28-06-2012, 21:22:26</strong>
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				<strong>Name:</strong> Marc, Danny<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> All<br><strong>Location:</strong> Outside of The Golden Pick<br><strong>Goal:</strong> Wreck the Club, Capture the Jersey Devil<br><br>Demona was barely out the door and Ayr and Jess were still inside when the fireworks finally started, signaling the raid had to begin now, lest the two allies be left to fight alone inside. The nephilim barely needed to nod to his lieutenant to lead the group's assault before the kitsune took his hand and bit in with sharpened teeth. For some reason, Marc didn't seem to mind as Danny drew a few ounces of his demonic blood, shaking his hand clean once the gangbanger broke off and ran out into the street for the club's entrance. The bouncers had retreated a few meters out from the explosions and were just finishing mustering up the balls to go inside when the kit came in from behind, extended a hand that glowed red, and summoned a number of spears from the ground that seemed to be made of nothing but red, shimmering air, yet still pierced dwarven armor and flesh all the same. Running past the impaled group coated him with blood, but it was quickly absorbed into his body. Anyone familiar with magic would now know why the boss made such a weak-looking subhuman his head of security; blood mages were notoriously difficult to control, and often were insatiable in their desire to grow stronger by killing anything, but they could manage some incredible damage if you fed them enough blood.<br><br>Blasting through the doors, Danny drew out his new Agincourt magnum and slid behind a booth for cover as the security started to mobilize on the incoming attackers, a dozen dwarves relying on firearms until they could get in close enough to use their axes. It was hardly a fair fight with the kind of force Marc had mobilized, but with the possibility of reinforcements and paladins on the way, the situation could only get more dangerous.<br><br>Inside the locked VIP room, Haraim waited by the door for anyone who had enough of a death wish to try to break in, a dazed Anatas struggling to get his pants back on over a stubbornly hard cock. "Get your fucking idiot ass out back and find somewhere to hide until this is over. These shit-eating dogs don't know what they've gotten themselves into," the dwarf lieutenant growled as the beastman made his way into the back area of the cub, moving past the various dead bodies and pieces of wreckage he found as he tried to get to safety. He would be out the back in a minute with a wall of armed dwarves to protect him from Marc's crew. Some of them, anyway...
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				Title: <strong>Re: One Crew to Rule it All - Middle City (Gang Activities)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Metalzephyr</strong> on <strong>29-06-2012, 09:54:46</strong>
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				<strong>Nick Voss<br>Location:</strong> Inside the Golden Pick<br><strong>Tag:</strong> Beardies<br><br>As things finally got started, Nick couldn't help but smile a big silly kid-like grin. As his runed knuckles slipped onto his heavy fists, he bared his teeth and stepped up.<br><br>His first swing caught a Dwarf in the jaw, not managing to break it quite, but sending the squat figure tumbling into the side of the bar. The second caught another in the gut, a few ribs cracking under the impact. The squat's wind knocked out of him, he stumbled back, and caught a powerful hoof to the temple. When his body stopped rolling across the floor, blood started to pool around his head, and it was clear he wouldn't be getting up. <br><br>Wading into the fight proper, Nick let out a bellow and charged a mean looking stunty that was pulling out some serious firepower. Head lowered, the satyr plowed horns first into dwarven face, which broke in a variety of unpleasant if technically nonlethal ways. Standing over the unconcious dwarf Nick grinned, red now painting his horns in places.<br><br><strong>"Come on you fuckin stunties, who wants some?!"</strong> he taunted the room even as his allies poured in, many far more showy and distracting than him. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: One Crew to Rule it All - Middle City (Gang Activities)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>JuliettaRossi</strong> on <strong>03-07-2012, 06:37:35</strong>
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				Jessamyne<br>Location: Inside the Golden Pick<br>Tag: all inside the bar<br><br>Guns inside a place like this were nothing new. Shots ringing out weren't either, but the sounds of explosions and parts of the club collapsing, well, that was probably a little bit out of the ordinary. Chaos ensued. She simply shook her head and took up the bottle of beer she had been playing with from the bartop as it trembled and shook. The whole place reverberated slightly and then came the shots ringing out - deafening when they were close. Grabbing it by the neck, it was smashed against the edge of the bar, giving her a nice little weapon to use - jagged shards of dripping glass slashed across the face of a dwarf who was getting out one of his weapons next to her. <br><br>She turned to see the kitsune rushing through the doors, a smirk coming to her face, her own hand moving to the gun at her back, pulling the tiny sig sauer out. She looked up to the bartender who was racking a sawed off as she lifted her own the gun with a grin, firing point blank practically - 3 shots dead center in his face - knocking him backward with a anguished cry as he squeezed off the round in the gun, knocking a hole in the ceiling. He fell directly into the rows of glass shelving behind him, bottles imploding and alcohol pouring to the ground. The bigger they are...the more of a mess was made. Jessa didn't care for messes and this was all too messy for her taste. It was a job though - one that would be over soon if she could get out of here in one piece. <br><br>She heard Nick's voice next, behind her as he bellowed, rushing a dwarf into an early grave. Slow motion with things exploding, shots ricocheting off the walls with the puff and splintering of plaster or highly shined, now dusty gold everything. Chandeliers busted to the ground with the sound of a million pieces of crystal shattering - little pieces of shrapnel for anyone near. She couldn't hold back a giggle as he called them 'stunties.' A half second later she was back into it with them both, firing off with her gun, leveling a few more dwarves before she was out of ammo, a clip pulled from the holster area at the small of her back. A click, drop and reloaded and she was moving further in with Danny and Nick. The entire time she was shooting there was a bit of a grin curling her lips. Perhaps it wasn't so bad working with a few others...
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				Title: <strong>Re: One Crew to Rule it All - Middle City (Gang Activities)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ironwolf85</strong> on <strong>03-07-2012, 20:00:20</strong>
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				Name; Ayr<br>Tagged; everyone inside<br>Location;&nbsp; The Golden Pick.<br><br>Ayr was the first to spot the Jersey devil, spot wasn't the best word, he finished the gunbattle with the kitchen staff. For dwarves are dwarves, and dwarves always have a weapon hidden somewhere, moreover dwarves like a fight. as he put a round into the last one Anatas came into the room looking for safety. Ayr turne, blade in hand. "YOU!" he said dramaticly, still playing the role of an offended boyfriend, being surrounded by dead or crippled dwarves played to the act too. he flicked the saftey on and pulled the trigger, when it clicked like it was out of ammo, Anatas turned to run, he flicked the saftey off and opened fire. Reloading as he ran after the Jersey Devil opening fire as he turned a corner.<br>When Anatas ducked into a side room to hide Ayr pulled a blade and jammed it into the door. "YOU fucked her! he howled" carrying on, and glad the gasmask kept his smile from showing. when he heard the click of an automatic weapon behind him he leapt to one side as a lycanthrope opened fire. dwarves weren't the only armed patrons, though what the guy was doing here he had no idea.<br>"come on... come on..." he wispered changing the round in his handgun, chambering a silver round, he had to wait for the lycan to start changing. Sure enough, predictabilly, the sounds of transformation began to sound, ripping, tearing of cloth, a growing growl. Ayr ran around the corner firing three silver bullets into the wolf sending the mid-transformed lycan to the ground screaming with silver burning in it's belly. he put a round in it's head as he noticed Anatas making a break for it, and charged after him drawing sword to go with his pistol.<br><br>He would chase Anatas right out into the awaiting arms of his new crew.
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				Title: <strong>Re: One Crew to Rule it All - Middle City (Gang Activities)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Revenent</strong> on <strong>06-07-2012, 06:39:17</strong>
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				<strong>Name:</strong> Danny, Haraim, Anatas<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Nick, Jess, Ayr, everyone else inside<br><strong>Location:</strong> The Golden Pick<br><br>The kitsune was happy to see the tide of the battle turning their way as his allies came in and backed him up against the dwarven security force, or at least he would have been if his own efforts to spill more blood and grow stronger hadn't been consuming his senses. Each time he killed another dwarf, or a particularly angry patron, his self-enchanted bullets seem to burn through enemy armor and flesh more quickly, and the ethereal crescent blades his magic flung across the room grew more frequent, liberating a few dwarves of their stumpy extremities and gradually reduced how much cover the survivors had as they sliced through chairs and tables like paper. Eventually, as the enemy forces started to thin, he decided to seek their target and charged straight for the back door of the room, leaping past a dwarf and removing his ear with some well-placed fang work before heading in the direction he felt the tracking bead from.<br><br>Around this time, the VIP room door would burst open and Jess and Nick would find themselves facing a well-aimed throwing axe to one of their faces if they didn't react quickly. Haraim seemed eagerly to end their lives as he raised an assault rifle with one powerful dwarven arm and opened fire on their cover, the other ready to toss another axe when they popped up and a whole sling of the weapon's on his back. Apparently he had managed to clear the escape tunnel at least somewhat, as a few more dwarves were following him onto the main floor, giving the raid party two directions to be attacked from. "I'll shove your bow up you ass, elf!" he shouted across the gunfire as he spotted Jessamyne, regardless of the fact that she wasn't using a bow at that moment.<br><br>In the back, what Anatas had thought would be one of the best nights of his life was starting to have a few pitfalls. He drew his own sidearm and threw himself behind a massive keg of ale to take cover as Ayr fire on him, but he was clearly far more well-armed at this point, and he wasn't half-drunk and horny on succubus venom, either. He hid and cowered for as long as he could hold out, occasionally taking poorly aimed potshots back across the room before he heard a werewolf join the party, using the distraction to rush for the exit out into the alley in the back. He hoped the unlucky wolf would give him enough time to get away from the archon, though he wasn't exactly expecting he would run into any more trouble out back.<br><br>---<br><br><strong>Name:</strong> Marc<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Everyone still outside.<br><strong>Location:</strong> Outside the Golden Pick<br><br>The battle inside the club was full-tilt now, and well loud enough that everyone in the nearby vicinity would hear it, but probably start to fear for their own lives as the roars of lycans and the sounds of magic echoed down the mostly empty street. And if there was enough noise, that meant the paladins would be coming in soon. The nephilim seemed surpassingly calm and even a little relaxed as he nodded to each of the women he had assigned to block off the top and bottom of the street, expecting them to move into position as quickly as possible. He could already hear some sirens in the distance. The paladins didn't normally come to this side of town, but when they did, they came in numbers.
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				Title: <strong>Re: One Crew to Rule it All - Middle City (Gang Activities)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vergil1989</strong> on <strong>06-07-2012, 17:17:27</strong>
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				<strong>Name;</strong>&nbsp; Demona<br><strong>Tagged;</strong>&nbsp; Everyone outside<br><strong>Location;</strong>&nbsp; The Golden Pick.<br><br>The kitsune was mighty impressive, even Demona had not expected such a dangerous adversary in such a weak appearing man, but now she knew why Marc kept him around as she calmly walked out of the club just as the bombs went off.&nbsp; She didn't even jump when the explosions started since she had been born in Hell after all, it'd take a lot more than that to scare her.&nbsp; Joining Marc a few moments later, the succubus grinned as she turned and faced the battle area before her, nodding her approval of his little gang.&nbsp; "Impressive collection of people you managed to get together for this Marc, darling.&nbsp; Even I wasn't expecting your blood mage you have.&nbsp; No wonder you keep that sexy little kitsune so close to your right side.&nbsp; Now, if you'll excuse me, I have a score to settle with that damned dwarf Hariam."&nbsp; Grinning as she let her demonic nature out fully again, Demona growled as she heard the sirens and sighed as she turned towards the street that wasn't already covered.&nbsp; "Ok, I'll work a little magic first then I'm going back in there to get my revenge on that dwarf.&nbsp; He interrupted me before I could drag our target out but I did get the bead on him at least."&nbsp; She explained, shrugging as she went to do her job.&nbsp; Standing in the middle of the street as she saw the cars coming their way, she extended her right hand as a pink dense fog flooded the road before her from her stretched out hand.&nbsp; Even if they had their windows shut and their vents closed, the fog would still find a way into their vehicles and then the real fun would begin, especially if the paladins had women with them.&nbsp; She grinned despite how draining that spell had been, knowing that even if they didn't have women on-board with their men, they'd still find it very hard not to think of their suddenly strong aroused induced states thanks to her lust fog.&nbsp; "That should take care of that side."
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				Title: <strong>Re: One Crew to Rule it All - Middle City (Gang Activities)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Katz</strong> on <strong>08-07-2012, 18:37:05</strong>
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				Name: Wade<br>Tagged: Red Devil<br>Location:&nbsp; The Golden Pick - Outside<br><br><div class="floatleft"><span class="bbc_u">There he is!</span></div><br><div class="floatright"><span class="bbc_u">Red, devilish, yes, our targer, shooot! Shoooooooooot!</span></div><br><br><em>"Guys, we shouldn't kill him..."</em><br><br><br><div class="floatleft"><span class="bbc_u">Well, in the smaller rifle is a tranquilizer.</span></div><br><br><em>"Good.... now first diesen roten Teufel, then those Kreuzritter."</em> Wade changes his monster rifle against a smaller, although still impressive one, while he holds his view on the Jersey Devil. With practiced breaths he holds the iron sights calmly and targets him. A tenth of a second later he pulls the triggers and a silent explosion propels the bullet/dart to the Devil, hitting him.... in his right testicle. <br><br>Wade can see the devil opening his mouth for a cry of pain, before the narcotics work and the red beasts body shuts down. <em>"Target is in the back alley of the club sleeping." </em>He radios to Marc and switches again to his bigger rifle.<br><br><div class="floatright"><span class="bbc_u">I wouldn't want to be that one now...</span></div><br>Exclaims one of his voices as he uses the scope to aim at one of the Paladins vehicles. <em>"A mile away? Wind strength.. okay.... Boom."</em> He shoots, his rifle spewing fire and smoke. The huge bullet hits the engine of the car a second later. A huge explosion follows and the whole thing is a wreck. Another bullet hits and another explosion follows. The other cars try to escape into sideways and back alleys from the sudden attack.<br><br>Suddenly Wade sees an incoming helicopter.<em> "Wow, they really overdo some things."</em> Nonetheless, he aims at the pilot and shoots it out of the sky, the thing crashing down in midden of a road. <br><em><br>"We have a huge mass of those Paladins incoming and they have aerial support."</em> He says into his radio.<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: One Crew to Rule it All - Middle City (Gang Activities)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Pink Professional</strong> on <strong>11-07-2012, 15:51:20</strong>
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				Hearing the order for the hunt to begin, Jack grinned with an anticipation that was all too feral. He had waited before entering the building, because he had made a slight plan. When he saw Demona amongst the outside group, the plan was in place, With a bellow, the transformation began, flesh expanding, hair growing, teeth become those of a wolf, his form expanded to become what he truly was. The Lycanthrope. <br><br>As a Lycanthrope, Jack barely held back his other half's blood urges, he stalked over to Demona and sniffed the air sharply, inhaling her scent and the scent of her recent sex. "Tracker found, See you in a moment." The werewolf howled loudly, a howl to the moon he so desperately loathed and loved. The orb in the sky that controled his power. The bestial form of Jack Mason crouched onto all fours, bursting into a sprint.<br><br>The doors of the club caved in, not able to handle the werewolf's rapid entrance as they were knocked off there hinges. A dwarf tried to swing an axe at him, but he simply caught the handle, snapping the weapon in an instant and, with a jagged move of a claw, decapitated the dwarf. A few of the gunmen saw a new target and aimed at him, very few guns packed silver, but considering the high percentage of Unleashed who frequented the bar, he wouldn't take the risk, He grabbed the now dislodged door, using it as a shield of sorts to buffer himself from the bullets, it was partially effective, and gave others the chance to dispatch the otherwise distracted gunmen. Throwing the door at a Satyr who wasn't Nick Voss, the werewolf sniffed the air, scenting out 4 people with Demona's scent. One of them was the target, one of them was his prey. He saw several dwarves blocking the entrance to the VIP room, but that wasn't his prey. A werewolf had joined the fray, bursting past the Dwarves and hurtling himself at the elf. With a growl, Jack launched himself across the room, slamming a claw into the other werewolf's temple and slamming it against a wall. The unlucky sod got a face full of concrete before he managed to slam a hind leg into Jack's knee. Sending him back a few steps as he recovered. Jack let out a hearty growl as he lunged forward, wrapping his arms around the other wolf's chest as he squeezed, feeling ribs fracture. The Unlucky werewolf howled in agony as Jack kept squeezing, his inner hunter sensing a kill. He decided to use the werewolf as a distraction, but first, he squeezed one last time, snapping the werewolf's back. The unlucky one slumped to the floor, whimpering just once before Jack's teeth ripped at it's throat, silencing it forever. Assuming that the elf had not managed to get past the Dwarven body guards, Jack would help out just a bit, he only had time to shout one word as he picked up the werewolf's corpse. "Duck!" The Voice was hoarse and throaty, not entirely like Jack's but similar enough to anyone who heard it in the club, He lobbed the Werewolf's corpse at the VIP door, aiming to clothesline the Dwarves with a rather chunky Werewolf's corpse.
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				Title: <strong>Re: One Crew to Rule it All - Middle City (Gang Activities)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Revenent</strong> on <strong>28-07-2012, 06:44:35</strong>
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				<strong>Name:</strong> Anatas, Haraim, Marc, Danny<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Everyone<br><strong>Location:</strong> The Golden Pick<br><br>For the second time that night, the Jersey Devil experienced what it was like to have something sharp pierce his genitals and pump him full of chemicals against his will. Before, it was simply Demona supercharging his sex drive and subjecting him to unbelievable pleasure that was hellish in its own right, but the dart that struck his oversized ball did nothing more than make him whimper with pain, his face freezing in a mask of shock and disbelief until the drugs finally took over and dropped him to the ground, blissfully freeing him from the torment that night was forcing on him, at least until he woke up. With their target out cold and either Wade or Ayr free to pick him up, their goal was most of the way accomplished, but it wouldn't seem that way now that the forces of the enemy were building up.<br><br>Despite the arrival of some half a dozen squad cars onto the scene, Demona's wave of influence proved to be a very effective distraction, enough to allow Wade and the other former members of the Maidenhood to take them out and provide some clearance until reinforcements arrived, as the sirens blaring through the city night seemed to foretell. Only two women were among the group, but that was enough to disable two of the cars, as one paladin and his female partner found themselves in a passionate embrace, and a cleric that had rode along with two officers now found herself between them and satisfying more than their healing needs (though she would probably require some soothing ointment herself at the end of the night). Marc seemed as unwavered as ever by the chaos and destruction his small crew had managed to bring about, quite assured his plan was going off just as expected.<br><br>Inside, it was around the time that a massive werewolf was throwing the corpse of another, friendly werewolf in his direction that Haraim knew the battle wasn't going in their favor. The veteran warrior ducked and rolled with all the elegance of, well, a dwarf, though two of his elite axeslingers weren't quite so lucky, with one receiving a concussion and the other's stout neck snapping completely before he had the chance to feel the whiplash. Growling in disdain, the maddwarf left his men to handle the main floor while he circled around back to get outside and flank the raiders, though when he encountered the puppy from before standing not too far from his associate's unconscious body, he knew his business had changed. He didn't hesitate as he drew an axe and flung it straight for Ayr's neck.
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				Title: <strong>Re: One Crew to Rule it All - Middle City (Gang Activities)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ironwolf85</strong> on <strong>01-08-2012, 21:01:47</strong>
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				Name: Ayr<br>Tagged: Everyone<br>Location: The Golden Pick<br><br>Ayr was no god, and as he stooped over Anatas to pick up the loverboy found an axe striking across his back avoiding his neck by the simple motion of stooping down. He hit the ground and rolled into cover, unprepaired for the attack by the biligerant dwarf.<br>"Oh hey, look at this, another dwarf." he turned around opening fire from cover, the burst didn't last that long before he had to change clips. He drew pistol and sword and charged from cover, the dwarf would have been upon him before he could change clips anyways.
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