Ameila continues flinging stones with a vengeance at the WereWolf before Natasha leap in front of her and without warning had the wolf by the throat. Ameila ceased the throwing and looked at her guardian in awe, both shocked and impressed by the spectacular show of superior skill to her counterpart. Everyday Ameila became more and more impressed with Natasha. Without warning Ameila clapped her hands excitedly, it was like she was witnessing a movie!
"You kicked her butt!" She cheered happily, seemingly oblivious to the danger they were in as another Werewolf appeared. Again her naive nature took over as she held the puppy in one arm and excitedly begin looking around at all the newcomers. SOMEONE sent them a welcoming party? The people and humans in NYC sure were nice!
"I thought the outside world would be frightening.." Ameila couldn't help but ponder as more newcomers arrived, this was becoming even more exciting then she imagined. She didnt miss the slight tension in the air but dismissed it as nervousness, after looking over to make sure Natasha was alright Ameila hugged the small puppy in her arms. It growled warningly at everyone else, as if to warn him he had become attached to the little princess and would defend her with his life.
Lucas was of particular interest to her, he must have been very powerful to have so many clan members around to help at bay. She studied each and every single one, memorizing their faces and stances for a moment before she suddenly brightened up when she realized they seemed to actually be peaceful creatures. When the offer of a snack came up Ameila felt ecstatic, her first day and she was already getting invited to meals?
"Hello! Pleased to meet you! I'm new here, this is my best friend: Tasha and I'm Millie." She said extending her hand, using their unknown childhood nick names and shaking each and everyone one, skipping over Aicia who obviously had some problems to work out. Lucas was last and she politely extended her hand to him before much to her surprise he took it and with a half bow, placed a gentle yet seductive kiss on it and looked up at her again with those same strange eyes....
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Lucas's every instinct was locked on the young vampire princess and he debated if taking on her partner was worth a possible flirtatious tango with the naive young girl, she didn't appear to be too old. Her aura gave off a certain, scent if you would something that said she was exceptionally pure. That only drew him closer to her, without warning she began flinging rocks at Aicia and Lucas found himself amused beyond all reason. Not bothering to waste his breath warning her he watched Aicia get, well owned to put it lightly by the older Vampire when she attempted to attack the small one.
She should have known if the girl hadn't, Lucas would have. These were HIS prey, he had found them first and staked his claim. That was yet another reason he couldn't stand Aicia she was such an attention hog it was pathetic to an intense extreme. He prepared to comment when without warning it was as if the park had turned into the immortal grounds, he caught whiff of Joesph. Another werewolf, a vampire was near by, nothing he was worried about and much to his annoyance more wolves, this was the last thing he wanted right now.
He stood calmly, neither threatening or submissive however he had a slight hint of annoyance and with a slight roll of the eyes his expression turned somewhat arrogant as Lestat appeared. No doubt he had been toying around with another one of his females again, he wondered what number Lestat was on by now. While he didn't particularly run with him and he certainly did not admire the other werewolf he somewhat liked his ruthless style.
Lucas rolled his eyes once more when Lestat mockingly chastised him for interrupting his meal and when the werewolf attempted to control him Lucas became slightly annoyed at the warning he received. He returned it with a cold smirk directed directly at Lucas, Letstat could be such a dramatic sometimes it was terribly annoying. Lucas ignored the offer to dine and opened his mouth to turn him down when he was once again cut off as Ameila began introducing herself to everyone skip Aicia, well the girl had some taste apparently. She extended her hand to Lucas and with all the elegance of a gentleman he lifted it gracefully and kissed it seductively, looking up at her with the same predatory stare, mixed with a hint of lust in his expression.
"Pleased to meet you." He purred at her
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Re: Battle of the Immortals(IC Always open) ( )
by Kohanna on Sat Dec 19, 2009 2:50 am
<-------made by me! Yes I know I'm epic but the fact still remains. I win you lose happy days and a pair of high heel shoesLike a ship blown from its mooring
By a wind off the sea
Like a seed dropped by a skybird
In a distant wood
Who can say if I've been changed for the better?
But because I knew you
I have been changed for good
By a wind off the sea
Like a seed dropped by a skybird
In a distant wood
Who can say if I've been changed for the better?
But because I knew you
I have been changed for good
R.I.P my friend
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Kohanna - Member for 4 years
Re: Battle of the Immortals(IC Always open) ( )
by DDK on Sat Dec 19, 2009 4:43 am
As the werewolf Lestat made his sudden arrival, Ignatious relaxed, he could feel the desire for peace this night echoing from the old wolf's mind as Lestat spoke with the other werewolves present.
In a matter of seconds he had managed to defuse the situation in a peaceful manor. Of course the keen senses of Lestat could pick out Ignatious, he let the illusion release as Lestat gave him a nod.
Ignatious nodded back, the immortal world seemed to have been watching this moment closely, it could have triggered a violent spree of fighting Ignatious was only too happy to see avoided. The young female vampire began shaking everyone's hands, a rather unusual method to greet mortal enemies at the least.
He shock the small warm hand when offered, echoes of joy drifted from the young mind as she moved about shaking hands. Ignatious decided to remain in the company of this unusual group a while longer to see what happened next...
In a matter of seconds he had managed to defuse the situation in a peaceful manor. Of course the keen senses of Lestat could pick out Ignatious, he let the illusion release as Lestat gave him a nod.
Ignatious nodded back, the immortal world seemed to have been watching this moment closely, it could have triggered a violent spree of fighting Ignatious was only too happy to see avoided. The young female vampire began shaking everyone's hands, a rather unusual method to greet mortal enemies at the least.
He shock the small warm hand when offered, echoes of joy drifted from the young mind as she moved about shaking hands. Ignatious decided to remain in the company of this unusual group a while longer to see what happened next...
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DDK - Member for 3 years
Re: Battle of the Immortals(IC Always open) ( )
by Gekidami on Sat Dec 19, 2009 8:13 am
It was suddenly as if Ignatious had appeared out of nowhere. James had forgotten about the old vampire and just then he could sense him again as he stood down below. But no matter, James was more interested in the group up ahead now.
Dropping down from the tree James landed next to Ignatious, he didnt say anything straight away, just stood there looking at the group. He didnt really recognise any of them apart from Joseph who owned a bar that allowed vampires and werewolves, a rare neutral point in this war.
The two female vampires were new to him and he may have crossed those werewolves in the passed, he didnt really take note of the enemies names.
Ignatious seemed to walk over to the vampires and shake the youngest ones hand, James followed whilst resting his weapon over his shoulder but still keeping one hand on the handle. "Now, whats a pair of vampires doing handing around these dogs?" He asked in a cold, harsh manner whilst eyeing the werewolves.
Dropping down from the tree James landed next to Ignatious, he didnt say anything straight away, just stood there looking at the group. He didnt really recognise any of them apart from Joseph who owned a bar that allowed vampires and werewolves, a rare neutral point in this war.
The two female vampires were new to him and he may have crossed those werewolves in the passed, he didnt really take note of the enemies names.
Ignatious seemed to walk over to the vampires and shake the youngest ones hand, James followed whilst resting his weapon over his shoulder but still keeping one hand on the handle. "Now, whats a pair of vampires doing handing around these dogs?" He asked in a cold, harsh manner whilst eyeing the werewolves.
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Gekidami - Member for 3 years
Re: Battle of the Immortals(IC Always open) ( )
by KaiyaFierce on Sat Dec 19, 2009 11:17 am
Lestat could feel the younger werewolf rankle against his mocking attempts at peacemaking, his gentle pride clearly pricked. Lestat rolled his eyes. If everything was simply about pride than he would have vanished into the forests long ago and simply lived out his life in his purest form - that of the noble wolf. But it was more than that, the human in him wanted to understand and be understood, and sometimes this called for a bow of the head. Knowing when to retreat was a wise move that few young puppies seemed to grasp. He felt his persuasion over the younger wolf grow taut, Lucas' temper battling against it. Perhaps this called for a more heavy handed approach, Lestat sighed to himself. He was still digesting his dinner and lot's of exercise was the last thing he was after.
Suddenly the younger vampire started circling the group, shaking everybody's hands. As she touched his palm a hundred different ways he could kill her in that moment flashed through his mind, the girl left herself so open to attack it was unreal. The naivety was endearing in a way, but for Lestat the ability to protect oneself was a far worthier attribute. No, the other vampire, the one who had attacked Aica, was the more interesting of the two. What was she doing looking after this sweet, but ditzy baby-bat anyway? Vampires generally were solitary creatures, not running in packs like the werewolves, so it was rare to see such a bond formed. That accent too, it was decidedly foreign. Russian. Lestat had lived in Russia for a century or so awhile back, before the fall of the Tsar, he had been a plaything to the famous Anastasia. They were still looking for her body - what fun!
As the girl reached Lucas the werewolf took her hand and kissed it to his lips, his eyes telling a story. He looked like the Big Bad Wolf trying to seduce Little Red Riding Hood off the path. "Oh for moons sake Lucas, it's like fancying a pork chop!" Lestat sighed, his patience thinning. The older vampire seemed no longer a danger, clearly he had lived enough lifetimes to have the common sense the more violent of his breed ignored. The others however, he was unsure. One of them, carrying a hefty weapon and dressed like Action Man was almost brimming with hostility. These kind of situations were the most dangerous, just one careless move on either side could result in a rather bloody scuffle. Lestat tried to avoid fights if he could, his power enabled him to defuse most situations well enough. When he did have to fight however he could handle it well enough, over the years his strength had only grown and his wolf form was large. The only vampire here he would definitely have to battle it out with would be the older one, the pup's may be stronger than Lestat but they hadn't the craft and skill that grew over time. But as previously mentioned, he would far rather avoid staining the park crimson tonight if he could.
"Lucas, Aica. We're done here." He smiled, that crazy dangerous glint in his eye "I'm sure Aiden is dying to hear about tonight's activities.". Aiden was the 'leader' of the pack so to speak, he was also old - perhaps as old as Lestat, he was unsure. As far as werewolves went he had the sense and leadership that was needed to fufill his role and in the whole Lestat respected him. He didn't quite consider himself a member of the local pack, but he was friendly with most of the wolves that ran in it and often led a hand. Or paw, to be more precise. His comment to Lucas had a veiled edge to it, if the boy was to stay now and trigger a dangerous situation then Aiden wouldn't let him off lightly.
Lestat turned to one of the vampires who hadn't spoken yet, not since earlier when he had greeted Lucas and the 'ladies'. Pointedly looking at him, then back at Lucas he gave a large, toothy grin "I'm sure we'll see these young bats again, no fear. Park's aren't the only place are breeds mix after all, theres always certain establishments that are friendly to both races."
Turning to the women and the other vampires he touched his hat in acknowledgement, "So long fangs, happy hunting." he said, his voice dry and amused. He was firmly on the werewolves side in this war that had waged for so many years, the vampires were irritating parasties after all. However he was tired of hostility, too many of their kind had passed beneath his sharp claws and in many of them he had seen virutes worth respect. Just because he wanted them defeated didn't mean he had the ignorance to treat them ungraciously. Politics is a great part of every battle.
Stepping slightly towards the woods he looked back at Aica and Lucas "Come." he said quietly, a simple enough message but he sent enough of his power to have infatuated a dozen humans in their place. He wouldn't be suprised if they ignored his command, plenty of werewolves had the strength to fight his seduction off, but he hoped they would have enough sense that they wouldn't. They would run into these new vampires again quickly enough, if his senses served him correctly, and in better circumstances.
As the seemingly young man strode into the shadows, he undid his tie then shirt and dropped them. Shrugging off his trousers and boots he now stood completely naked, the moon highlighting the strong contours of his muscled body. He could still be just about seen from the clearing, a shadow moving among shadows, but nudity meant nothing to his kind. It was natural. Like wiping off a layer of stage make up to reveal the true face underneath. In a quick burst of crunching and cracking his body changed shape, dark, thick black fur growing. By the time he took a next step it was a paw that touched the ground, a large wolf now standing in the place of the man. The fur on the wolf was unusually thick and long, the body slightly longer and taller as well. Of course all werewolves' animal forms were bigger than their natural counterparts but Lestat's was particularly big. Delicately picking up his suit in his mouth, he sat down on his hind legs, midnight tail curled around his paws. There he waited, glinting gold eyes in the dark of the trees, transfixed by the scene still in the park. His limbs were tensed, ready to jump back in if the young pup's were foolish enough to ignore his advice. Though he may despair of their behaviour and generally prefer his own company, Lestat was loyal to the pack and would not hesitate in protecting the young. Letting out a low howl, meaningless to the vampires, he alerted Aiden to the situation. It didn't take much more than a certain noise, wolves were so attuned to each other they could often gain enough meaning from just this. In case this did turn ugly than the pack leader should be notified, it also reminded Lucas of Lestat's previously made veiled threat. A impatient growl escaped the black wolf's throat. He was already becoming hungry again and this had dragged on well enough already.
Suddenly the younger vampire started circling the group, shaking everybody's hands. As she touched his palm a hundred different ways he could kill her in that moment flashed through his mind, the girl left herself so open to attack it was unreal. The naivety was endearing in a way, but for Lestat the ability to protect oneself was a far worthier attribute. No, the other vampire, the one who had attacked Aica, was the more interesting of the two. What was she doing looking after this sweet, but ditzy baby-bat anyway? Vampires generally were solitary creatures, not running in packs like the werewolves, so it was rare to see such a bond formed. That accent too, it was decidedly foreign. Russian. Lestat had lived in Russia for a century or so awhile back, before the fall of the Tsar, he had been a plaything to the famous Anastasia. They were still looking for her body - what fun!
As the girl reached Lucas the werewolf took her hand and kissed it to his lips, his eyes telling a story. He looked like the Big Bad Wolf trying to seduce Little Red Riding Hood off the path. "Oh for moons sake Lucas, it's like fancying a pork chop!" Lestat sighed, his patience thinning. The older vampire seemed no longer a danger, clearly he had lived enough lifetimes to have the common sense the more violent of his breed ignored. The others however, he was unsure. One of them, carrying a hefty weapon and dressed like Action Man was almost brimming with hostility. These kind of situations were the most dangerous, just one careless move on either side could result in a rather bloody scuffle. Lestat tried to avoid fights if he could, his power enabled him to defuse most situations well enough. When he did have to fight however he could handle it well enough, over the years his strength had only grown and his wolf form was large. The only vampire here he would definitely have to battle it out with would be the older one, the pup's may be stronger than Lestat but they hadn't the craft and skill that grew over time. But as previously mentioned, he would far rather avoid staining the park crimson tonight if he could.
"Lucas, Aica. We're done here." He smiled, that crazy dangerous glint in his eye "I'm sure Aiden is dying to hear about tonight's activities.". Aiden was the 'leader' of the pack so to speak, he was also old - perhaps as old as Lestat, he was unsure. As far as werewolves went he had the sense and leadership that was needed to fufill his role and in the whole Lestat respected him. He didn't quite consider himself a member of the local pack, but he was friendly with most of the wolves that ran in it and often led a hand. Or paw, to be more precise. His comment to Lucas had a veiled edge to it, if the boy was to stay now and trigger a dangerous situation then Aiden wouldn't let him off lightly.
Lestat turned to one of the vampires who hadn't spoken yet, not since earlier when he had greeted Lucas and the 'ladies'. Pointedly looking at him, then back at Lucas he gave a large, toothy grin "I'm sure we'll see these young bats again, no fear. Park's aren't the only place are breeds mix after all, theres always certain establishments that are friendly to both races."
Turning to the women and the other vampires he touched his hat in acknowledgement, "So long fangs, happy hunting." he said, his voice dry and amused. He was firmly on the werewolves side in this war that had waged for so many years, the vampires were irritating parasties after all. However he was tired of hostility, too many of their kind had passed beneath his sharp claws and in many of them he had seen virutes worth respect. Just because he wanted them defeated didn't mean he had the ignorance to treat them ungraciously. Politics is a great part of every battle.
Stepping slightly towards the woods he looked back at Aica and Lucas "Come." he said quietly, a simple enough message but he sent enough of his power to have infatuated a dozen humans in their place. He wouldn't be suprised if they ignored his command, plenty of werewolves had the strength to fight his seduction off, but he hoped they would have enough sense that they wouldn't. They would run into these new vampires again quickly enough, if his senses served him correctly, and in better circumstances.
As the seemingly young man strode into the shadows, he undid his tie then shirt and dropped them. Shrugging off his trousers and boots he now stood completely naked, the moon highlighting the strong contours of his muscled body. He could still be just about seen from the clearing, a shadow moving among shadows, but nudity meant nothing to his kind. It was natural. Like wiping off a layer of stage make up to reveal the true face underneath. In a quick burst of crunching and cracking his body changed shape, dark, thick black fur growing. By the time he took a next step it was a paw that touched the ground, a large wolf now standing in the place of the man. The fur on the wolf was unusually thick and long, the body slightly longer and taller as well. Of course all werewolves' animal forms were bigger than their natural counterparts but Lestat's was particularly big. Delicately picking up his suit in his mouth, he sat down on his hind legs, midnight tail curled around his paws. There he waited, glinting gold eyes in the dark of the trees, transfixed by the scene still in the park. His limbs were tensed, ready to jump back in if the young pup's were foolish enough to ignore his advice. Though he may despair of their behaviour and generally prefer his own company, Lestat was loyal to the pack and would not hesitate in protecting the young. Letting out a low howl, meaningless to the vampires, he alerted Aiden to the situation. It didn't take much more than a certain noise, wolves were so attuned to each other they could often gain enough meaning from just this. In case this did turn ugly than the pack leader should be notified, it also reminded Lucas of Lestat's previously made veiled threat. A impatient growl escaped the black wolf's throat. He was already becoming hungry again and this had dragged on well enough already.
In visions of the dark night
I have dreamed of joy departed-
But a waking dream of life and light
Hath left me broken-hearted.
I have dreamed of joy departed-
But a waking dream of life and light
Hath left me broken-hearted.
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KaiyaFierce - Member for 3 years
Re: Battle of the Immortals(IC Always open) ( )
by Ghost_x1000 on Mon Dec 21, 2009 3:35 am
Joseph chuckled a little, watching the festivities. Here he had jumped down, planning to diffuse the situation, when along came a fool to do it for him. Though it irked him to have revealed himself needlessly, it was like a particularly unprecedented move on your opponent's part... you weren't expecting it, but you just had to deal with the consequences as you played.
As Lestat left, Joseph relaxed slightly. If ever there was a person who would complicate things, it was Lestat. His strange pheromonic ability, coupled with his curious nature, could prove to be problematic in the grand scheme of things. However, Lestat did manage to do one thing right... he opened the alleyway for an invitation to be extended to all the others.
"The werewolf is right..." Joseph said, turning to solely face the little vampire who had cause the whole situation in the first place. After all, if he was right, (and he usually was,) she was the most important piece in the area. "There are much better places for introductions and... yes, if you want, the challenging of duels... than a park. Might I, ever so humbly, extend to you an invitation to my nightclub: 'Wildcats'?"
Joseph reached into his pocket and started to text with his left hand while he gestured with his right. "It is just over that way, several streets down. It is a lovely little place, where you can get food and drink to nourish you whilst enjoying a little entertainment. There, you do not need to worry about this absurd war between the vampires and werewolves. When you go in, the anger, the hate, the desire to kill all slip away from you... or so I'm told by our patrons. There, and possibly only there, you can meet any werewolf in a civil manner."
He turned to Lucas, and smiled his most disarming smile. If any of the werewolves had been there before, they would already know what he was about to say. However, for appearances' sake he should say it anyway. "Of course, my esteemed werewolf colleagues are more than welcome to visit as well. However, I must ask that they use the werewolves' entrance. We wouldn't want any... accidents... to happen right outside the safety of the non-violent atmosphere the club provides."
Turning back to the girl, he extended a hand to her. "Well, my lady, shall we away?"
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Leon Westwind was doing what he normally did before the big show at midnight: downing a bottle of lemon juice. No one quite knows how he managed to stand the sourness or the taste of it, but apparently it calmed him enough for him to go on stage and perform like a professional.
His routine was always the same. Fifty-five minutes before the show, he would drink his lemon juice. Thirty-five minutes before the show, he would get into costume. Fifteen minutes before the show, he would tune his instrument of choice and then get ready to go onto the stage and perform like no other could. It is funny he mused, that I, a werewolf, have a greater following from the young vampires than the young of my own kind.
Leon finished his bottle and looked at the time. Thirty-seven minutes... two minutes until he started the next part of his routine.
Apparently, however, fate had other things in store. Something barged into his room... rather, two somethings. Skyler Sykes and Ivan Cherdenkov. Both of them were panting from exhaustion, (probably from running all the way across the club, down the stairs, and down the hall tho his room,) and holding cell phones, though Leon could tell only the first of these two facts. Thus, he was understandably angry at their intrusion.
"What the devil do you want?" He demanded.
It was Skyler that spoke first. "You're not gonna believe it. The boss just sent a text message saying that we might have a really important guest and that we should change the whole act for the night and actually do the really big show that we usually reserve for top-echelon type people, y'know, the one where you do that one song first then lead into the other song and then... GACK!"
Ivan rubbed the back of his left hand, which he had used to chop the young half-breed right across the neck. "Vhat young mutt is trying to say is that Jo-seff has asked for us to be doing our most impressive performance tonight as he has invited young vampire who vill probably be crucial to his plan."
Leon frowned. "Ah, yes, the plan." Leon knew a small part of the plan. Everyone who worked at Wildcats did. They were each there for a specific reason, after all. Ivan was necessary for the whole club to run smoothly. Without his ability to alter emotions, the club would eventually be attacked by one side of the other for "harboring enemies" or some such junk. Leon himself was there to attract the crowds. It was his ability to perform that kept the young ones coming back time and again. He may have been blind, but he could see that much very clearly. Skyler was... arguing with Ivan... again? Didn't those two ever stop?
"Stupid mutant!"
"Veak-villed puppy!"
"Hideous monster!"
"Half-breed mutt!"
Just as Leon was about to step in, a childish voice drifted down from the stairs right outside the door.
"If you two sillies don't stop yelling at each other, I'll rip your lips off, m'kay?"
As, yes, the last of Wildcats' employees: Anastasia Rooke. She was without a doubt one of the creepiest children you would ever meet. She had the ability to spout off the most gruesome threats in that happy-sounding childish voice as easily as if she were inviting you to lunch. However, she too had an important part to play in Joseph's schemes. With her ability to see the consequences of actions, she could tell you if what you planned to do was a good idea or a bad idea. She, out of all the employees, probably came the closest to getting a hint of what Joseph's true plan was. But even she still had no clue what it was.
Joseph was just secretive like that. He would share a part of his plan those he needed, but never enough to give the person a hint of what the actual plan was. Actually, behind Joseph's back, the employees of Wildcats had come together and tried to figure out the plan. Even knowing four different parts of the plan, the only thing that they could figure out was that the war between vampires and werewolves was going to get a lot worse, that one of them would be involved in the escalation of war, and that Joseph planned to execute whatever his master plan was then. Each of them had a different idea. Ivan, being Ivan, had thought that with all the confusion, he would the opportunity to rescue his werewolf lover from captivity. No one ever said Ivan was fully sane, though. Skyler thought he was planning to let the war get so bad that both sides were sick of it, and then forge an everlasting peace treaty. Youthful optimism, in Leon's opinion. Anastasia believed that he was planning on using the chaos to assassinate one or several of the vampire High Lords and instate himself in their place(s). And Leon personally believed that Joseph was planning to use the escalation of war to take New York, and possibly a large chunk of surrounding area, and carve it into his own personal kingdom.
Leon shook his head. Now was not the time to be dwelling on that. Now as the time for action. "Alright, people," he said, standing up. "We've got less time to prepare, and more to prepare for. Ivan, I want the lights reconfigured to setting seven. Also, I want the audio system re-calibrated for Show #2. Anastasia, I need you to get ready to do vocals for songs two, four, and twelve. I've got to go pull out the second guitar, as Joseph will be joining us on stage for one of the numbers. And Skyler..." What to do with Skyler? He was technically part of the team, though as the bartender there were no orders to give him and no important jobs he had to do. Yet he couldn't leave the little guy out. "Skyler... make sure everyone's ingesting a LOT of alcohol tonight."
As Lestat left, Joseph relaxed slightly. If ever there was a person who would complicate things, it was Lestat. His strange pheromonic ability, coupled with his curious nature, could prove to be problematic in the grand scheme of things. However, Lestat did manage to do one thing right... he opened the alleyway for an invitation to be extended to all the others.
"The werewolf is right..." Joseph said, turning to solely face the little vampire who had cause the whole situation in the first place. After all, if he was right, (and he usually was,) she was the most important piece in the area. "There are much better places for introductions and... yes, if you want, the challenging of duels... than a park. Might I, ever so humbly, extend to you an invitation to my nightclub: 'Wildcats'?"
Joseph reached into his pocket and started to text with his left hand while he gestured with his right. "It is just over that way, several streets down. It is a lovely little place, where you can get food and drink to nourish you whilst enjoying a little entertainment. There, you do not need to worry about this absurd war between the vampires and werewolves. When you go in, the anger, the hate, the desire to kill all slip away from you... or so I'm told by our patrons. There, and possibly only there, you can meet any werewolf in a civil manner."
He turned to Lucas, and smiled his most disarming smile. If any of the werewolves had been there before, they would already know what he was about to say. However, for appearances' sake he should say it anyway. "Of course, my esteemed werewolf colleagues are more than welcome to visit as well. However, I must ask that they use the werewolves' entrance. We wouldn't want any... accidents... to happen right outside the safety of the non-violent atmosphere the club provides."
Turning back to the girl, he extended a hand to her. "Well, my lady, shall we away?"
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Leon Westwind was doing what he normally did before the big show at midnight: downing a bottle of lemon juice. No one quite knows how he managed to stand the sourness or the taste of it, but apparently it calmed him enough for him to go on stage and perform like a professional.
His routine was always the same. Fifty-five minutes before the show, he would drink his lemon juice. Thirty-five minutes before the show, he would get into costume. Fifteen minutes before the show, he would tune his instrument of choice and then get ready to go onto the stage and perform like no other could. It is funny he mused, that I, a werewolf, have a greater following from the young vampires than the young of my own kind.
Leon finished his bottle and looked at the time. Thirty-seven minutes... two minutes until he started the next part of his routine.
Apparently, however, fate had other things in store. Something barged into his room... rather, two somethings. Skyler Sykes and Ivan Cherdenkov. Both of them were panting from exhaustion, (probably from running all the way across the club, down the stairs, and down the hall tho his room,) and holding cell phones, though Leon could tell only the first of these two facts. Thus, he was understandably angry at their intrusion.
"What the devil do you want?" He demanded.
It was Skyler that spoke first. "You're not gonna believe it. The boss just sent a text message saying that we might have a really important guest and that we should change the whole act for the night and actually do the really big show that we usually reserve for top-echelon type people, y'know, the one where you do that one song first then lead into the other song and then... GACK!"
Ivan rubbed the back of his left hand, which he had used to chop the young half-breed right across the neck. "Vhat young mutt is trying to say is that Jo-seff has asked for us to be doing our most impressive performance tonight as he has invited young vampire who vill probably be crucial to his plan."
Leon frowned. "Ah, yes, the plan." Leon knew a small part of the plan. Everyone who worked at Wildcats did. They were each there for a specific reason, after all. Ivan was necessary for the whole club to run smoothly. Without his ability to alter emotions, the club would eventually be attacked by one side of the other for "harboring enemies" or some such junk. Leon himself was there to attract the crowds. It was his ability to perform that kept the young ones coming back time and again. He may have been blind, but he could see that much very clearly. Skyler was... arguing with Ivan... again? Didn't those two ever stop?
"Stupid mutant!"
"Veak-villed puppy!"
"Hideous monster!"
"Half-breed mutt!"
Just as Leon was about to step in, a childish voice drifted down from the stairs right outside the door.
"If you two sillies don't stop yelling at each other, I'll rip your lips off, m'kay?"
As, yes, the last of Wildcats' employees: Anastasia Rooke. She was without a doubt one of the creepiest children you would ever meet. She had the ability to spout off the most gruesome threats in that happy-sounding childish voice as easily as if she were inviting you to lunch. However, she too had an important part to play in Joseph's schemes. With her ability to see the consequences of actions, she could tell you if what you planned to do was a good idea or a bad idea. She, out of all the employees, probably came the closest to getting a hint of what Joseph's true plan was. But even she still had no clue what it was.
Joseph was just secretive like that. He would share a part of his plan those he needed, but never enough to give the person a hint of what the actual plan was. Actually, behind Joseph's back, the employees of Wildcats had come together and tried to figure out the plan. Even knowing four different parts of the plan, the only thing that they could figure out was that the war between vampires and werewolves was going to get a lot worse, that one of them would be involved in the escalation of war, and that Joseph planned to execute whatever his master plan was then. Each of them had a different idea. Ivan, being Ivan, had thought that with all the confusion, he would the opportunity to rescue his werewolf lover from captivity. No one ever said Ivan was fully sane, though. Skyler thought he was planning to let the war get so bad that both sides were sick of it, and then forge an everlasting peace treaty. Youthful optimism, in Leon's opinion. Anastasia believed that he was planning on using the chaos to assassinate one or several of the vampire High Lords and instate himself in their place(s). And Leon personally believed that Joseph was planning to use the escalation of war to take New York, and possibly a large chunk of surrounding area, and carve it into his own personal kingdom.
Leon shook his head. Now was not the time to be dwelling on that. Now as the time for action. "Alright, people," he said, standing up. "We've got less time to prepare, and more to prepare for. Ivan, I want the lights reconfigured to setting seven. Also, I want the audio system re-calibrated for Show #2. Anastasia, I need you to get ready to do vocals for songs two, four, and twelve. I've got to go pull out the second guitar, as Joseph will be joining us on stage for one of the numbers. And Skyler..." What to do with Skyler? He was technically part of the team, though as the bartender there were no orders to give him and no important jobs he had to do. Yet he couldn't leave the little guy out. "Skyler... make sure everyone's ingesting a LOT of alcohol tonight."
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Re: Battle of the Immortals(IC Always open) ( )
by xTwilightx on Mon Dec 28, 2009 11:47 pm
Mika rocked back on her haunches as she watched the seen before her. She was passing by New York on the outskirts of the city when the scent of her own caught her nose. It'd been awhile since she'd been near anything resembling a pack. She still sported a healing scar across her right cheekbone from teaming up with 3 others four nights before.
The air had been frosty telling of oncoming snow. The four wolves stood tail to tail hackles raised against ivory fangs. Mika had been lukcy to find them and had baited a pair vampires to the clearing where they stood. She was the first to catch sight of one of the vampires and lept forward calling the others behind her. Her paws hit first with perfectly placement to knock her opponet back and pin him to a tree she heard two of the other wolves attack the second target with one of the temporary pack to back her up. Her assessment of the others allowed a window for her own prey to strike and give her the mark she now carried. He didn't last much longer after that.
Mika was pulled from her memories by the howl of another wolf. The sound seemed to come from the other side of the clearing from which she sat. Wary against even her kind at times she let a lofty note slip from her teeth before leaping up into the lower branches of a nearby pine. She wouldn't be completely hidden should any of the wolves be curious enough to investigate the sound but neither would she be vulnerable should a not entirely benevelent soul approach. She turned thoughtul eyes skyward and her dark eyes caught the dim light as she stretched along the branch where she rested.
The air had been frosty telling of oncoming snow. The four wolves stood tail to tail hackles raised against ivory fangs. Mika had been lukcy to find them and had baited a pair vampires to the clearing where they stood. She was the first to catch sight of one of the vampires and lept forward calling the others behind her. Her paws hit first with perfectly placement to knock her opponet back and pin him to a tree she heard two of the other wolves attack the second target with one of the temporary pack to back her up. Her assessment of the others allowed a window for her own prey to strike and give her the mark she now carried. He didn't last much longer after that.
Mika was pulled from her memories by the howl of another wolf. The sound seemed to come from the other side of the clearing from which she sat. Wary against even her kind at times she let a lofty note slip from her teeth before leaping up into the lower branches of a nearby pine. She wouldn't be completely hidden should any of the wolves be curious enough to investigate the sound but neither would she be vulnerable should a not entirely benevelent soul approach. She turned thoughtul eyes skyward and her dark eyes caught the dim light as she stretched along the branch where she rested.
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