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The Multiverse » Arcs » Feast for Vankoryth

The Vankoryth Detente hungers, and Wing City is on their menu.

As written by: Marcus, lostamongtrees, Nevan, Dragon, SkullJester


58 pieces and 6 characters involved, written by 5 different authors.

1 places involved




So begins...

Feast for Vankoryth


Room of ReasonSetting: Room of Reason


Mariotto would take up his same seat two spots to the right of Casren only to lean back in his seat and let out a deep sigh. "So what is on the agenda for tonight?"
Casren Bistreo settled down in his usual spot, two to the left of Mariotto, patting the seat to his left for Daemala to occupy.
Daemala Tauvyr descends to the left of her sire, darting the Harlequin a glare.
The Harlequin would, as usual, take a seat besides or stand close to Daemala; who, despite earning great disrespect and dislike from him, seemed to be the only person he actually had interest in.
Xiucosendr Von Delacroix arrived, noting the vicinity and all it entailed. Carrying forward into the room, spying where everyone had seated themselves, the male eyed a vacant seat intently as if observing something. With a shooing gesture, he lowered himself into the chair.
"We could discuss the crest," she said eagerly, leaning forward to place her elbows on the table.
"I've already suggested my idea," was all he said while crossing his arms over his lap. Xiucosendr also seemed to attract a little of his attention... But he said nothing to the man; trying to avoi staring as much as possible.
"We could discuss dinner," Casren said quietly, with a smirk
Mariotto would look to his right to Casren only to smirk devilishly. "What is on the menu for tonight?"
Casren Bistreo would only look towards The Harlequin, and wave a hand in his direction.
"You've got to be joking me!" Daemala gaped at her sire, was he serious? "But the crest!"
It would seem the man wished to keep his thoughts within that constricted cranium, beneath those dingy bandages, as not a single word escaped him. Instead, his role was that of the silent observer. Always watching, analyzing, deciphering, mentally dissecting. Curiosity.
"The crest could be discussed over a meal. I had eaten a pretty young couple just a couple of hours ago when I first left you and the Jester, Daemala, and I suppose it is not another to understandable if I wish to have something else to chew on." Mariotto would just cross his arms and look around the room only to pull out a single flask as before and open it up only to down half of the contents within the container. "Let us discuss the topic of our supposed 'crest' once everyone is satisfied with a meal."
The Harlequin peered at Casren rather suspiciously at what he said. Surely he wasn't suggesting they eat him? A small part, a small fraction of his mind, hoped that he was. He wouldn't have to worry about the rules then, would he?

He said nothing.
"A meal sounds delightful!" He then turned his attention fully to his grandkin.

"Harlequin, I've heard of your antics. Tell us, what do you have cooking?"
Daemala Tauvyr pouted. Disgraceful. Absolutely disgraceful. A crest was important, damn it, more important than playing with your food! She remained silent, glaring at the stone table.
"I wasn't aware I was supposed to be preparing a meal," he admitted quite solemnly. This was a strange turn of events...
Mariotto would just look around and await to see if he was going to have to bring the meal to them. Mariotto would glance at Daemala only to smile devilishly at her knowing she was angry and at first it would seem odd that the second youngest was honestly thinking about killing the entire 'family' off but Mariotto would hold his cards for now and see what would happen.
"Shall we dine?" Slapping his palms face down on the stone table top he peered around the table, taking in the hungry faces of his brethren. They could take to the streets of wing city, or tear through the scenery itself.
"Might I propose a hunt?" The simple inquiry was offered to the group, free to be decided upon by them. In truth, he was craving something fresh and lively- something consumed entirely in fear, screaming to the careless gods for their meaningless lives.
Mariotto would turn his gaze towards the newcomer only to smile and nod. "I like that idea. Something to get the blood flowing through the ones we will dine on."
Daemala Tauvyr couldn't help but falter at the mentioning of a hunt. A hunt did sound delightful.
The Harlequin twitched... But otherwise stayed silent.
Kaiser Zaun soon arrived, a bit later than he had wished but the directions he had been given weren't the best. "A hunt would imply that there is sport in taking a human life. I don't see how one can even make that assumption." Without even a proper introduction, he took a seat of his own, pulling his record book from his coat, propping feat up the table near by. "Thats like saying it takes skill to take down a mouse when one is a lion."
Mariotto would look upon the newest member that was before his gaze only to smirk a little as what the man had said was true in every aspect. "Well then may I ask what you wish us to do about a meal then?"
Casren smiled on the newcomer, he did have a point.
"I for one could go for some fresh fluids, but..."
"My apologies. Perhaps the cattle have lost their fire during my absence." And once again, silence became him. Slender digits interlaced before him, settling atop the stone table, whilst those eyes were cast on the newcomer in anticipation for his input.
Kaiser Zaun kept turning the pages of his book, mumbling now and again before finally responding. "The thing is, I already ate. A massacre in the forest on the other side of the city, some moronic tribesman. The point being, I say, if we're going to go 'hunt' those things we call human, that why not make it a party. Whole sale slaughter is almost more entertaining."
It had been long since she had tasted the blood of cattle. Her tongue twitched behind her teeth, as the memories began to return to her. Carefully selected prey from the finest fields of India...
Casren Bistreo perked at the sound of a party.
"I wouldn't have it any other way." The bandages around his exposed mandibles had spread with his manic expression, revealing those fangs and much more.
Mariotto would just begin to smile. "So it is settled then."
"Public occasions tend to be more entertaining. Ask Daemala... And her pet woman." He peered at her with narrowed eyes, then stepped away from the table to correlate his own memories and ideas to what was being said.

He had many places to suggest. Many locations he planned to visit himself... But he didn't like sharing his sport.

"..."
"Kin," She said sharply, "Any input on location? With due respect," She nodded towards Kaiser. No offense, but she would rather bring the chaos, not hit the tail end of it.
Kaiser Zaun snapped his book shut. "Now, I must ask. I have been taking precautions to make sure I'm not found out by any local hunters, crusaders, paladins, you pick the word. Have the rest of you been doing the same? I will admit, some of the humans and their ilk are a step above the norm. But they are still weak. Just a pain in numbers." A soft grin slowly spread across his face.
Mariotto would look at Kaiser only to simply nod. "Considering I no longer make any public appearances due to the fact that I tend the graveyards of the city making sure that no one disturbs my home I have to say that I am free from being hunted.
"Every precaution necessary," He said to Kaiser, "A good point indeed. I advise avoiding," What was it called, "That bar," er, "Gambits!"
"I'd be under better cover if that one didn't blow it every time," Daemala muttered under her breath, again shooting the Harlequin an icy glare.
"I haven't killed since being turned," he answered Kaiser quite simply. "But when I did, I left mess... There were no signs to say a Vampire did it, because there were no Vampires to be found. I imagine that going and draining them dry would just attract attention..."

He cleared his throat. "So I suggest we cover up our tracks... Drink a little from each, but do not create entry wounds with fangs... We use knives."

He then growled at Daemala.
Daemala Tauvyr blinked, surprised. Her kin had a...brain?
"The voices... They betray my trackers presence. Any and all will be disposed of before they even realize what has happened." He listened in turn to the others, becoming all the more anxious of the coming meal and evening's entertainment.
The Harlequin was a mass murderer who had been spreeing for years and still remained free. He didn't appear so stupid that one would think him brainless despite those incredible feats, did he?

"... I suggest a red light district. Whores, nightclubs, low-life."
Kaiser Zaun nodded, almost happily. "Good. None of you are...ignorant like the Council I had to deal with back in my homeland. I myself, am seen as a public figure and leader. I have a lot of very strong connections, so even if I am found out, I get to sit back and watch humans fight each other. Its fun really." He looked at the odd one, wanting to call him a clown. "Not a bad idea. I can always use a drink. Sadly, my particular gift is never truly full."
"Why not those pampered in royalties. Their blood always seem much more refined than those diluted by drugs, alcohol, and disease." Having sampled the spectrum of plasma in a past life, he could detail the difference in one's blood, down to a science, simply by taste.
Mariotto would just relax and commit himself to the feeling of being around all these people. "No, attacking those higher up in their station is not a good idea due to the fact that it will bring up interest in why they are dead."
Casren Bistreo had been watching the Harlequin with a keen eye. Yes, her Kin had done very, very well. He then turned his gaze on Kaiser. Political influence, eh? He watched them converse, listening carefully. He was among wise individuals, yes.

"So where too, gentlemen? And Lady?"
"I will be going with Daemala," he stated quite bluntly. There was nothing else to be said.
"Have we fallen so far as to be concerned whether our presence is known?" The simple inquiry were offered to Mariotto pleadingly, expecting his assumption to be a falsity derived from dementia.
Kaiser Zaun rotated his wrist before standing, addressing the last speaker. "No. We have not fallen. Our kind is stronger than ever. At the moment, I do know of races beyond human however, that if they were to find us out, could end us, one by one. We need more members. There is even a religious order that hunts us down, all of them near-immortals like us. Its a pain in the ass really. We stay low for now. Build our strength. Its just good tact really."
"I will be going with the brethren," she said curtly, aiming her words at the Harlequin. Yes, she would blatantly torture him with the one thing he despised, being social.

"And I have to agree with Kaiser," Daemala waved a hand towards him, "We are not the only walkers of the night anymore."
"Apparently I have to earn respect among you elders, so I will offer my skills. I can make a mess, a big show and tell. I can keep Hunters searching for me, instead of any of you."

That was the least he could do, he was sure... Besides... It let him spread his knives and slice.

"And I don't care where you go, I will be following."
Casren Bistreo was growing hungrier by the second.
"Then it would appear that my objective is clear... I will not have our kind descend further than the top on the food chain. No, the top is where we belong." It was then that the man fell into a fit of contemplation, murmuring of 'provisions' and 'preparation' amongst other things.

It would be Harlequin's words that had snapped him from this stupor as the potential of his prowess proved a valuable asset. If he had his way, the two would become very close.

"-A destination. Is there one?"
Mariotto would begin to grow a little impatient and step out of the room through the shadows only to hunt on his own as this was taking far to long for his tastes.
Casren Bistreo rises, and motions to follow Mariotto.
The Harlequin followed Daemala like a stalker.
Xiucosendr Von Delacroix rises with the group and follows them.
Kaiser Zaun obeyed of course. For now, his input had been given. All was, literally, going to plan. He would have to thank that woman later. This was a very interesting group to say the least. And as far as he could tell, almost as easy to manipulate as the humans themselves. Easy. Kids stuff. Pulling his gloves from his permanently red stained claws, he followed.