Setting
Vargeras contains some of the rougher residential neighborhoods within Lutetia City, and is also known for its rugged nightlife of clubs, bars and restaurants. Vargeras boasts the highest concentration of urban werewolf packs in the city, and the more street savvy residents of Lutetia City are keenly aware that many of the werewolf run businesses within Vargeras maintain high levels of exclusiveness, and strict guest lists, as well as an almost gang like competition with one another.Vargeras
Vargeras contains some of the rougher residential neighborhoods within Lutetia City, and is also known for its rugged nightlife of clubs, bars and restaurants. Vargeras boasts the highest concentration of urban werewolf packs in the city.
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Vargeras is a part of 
Lutetia City.
9 Places in Vargeras:
9 Characters Here
Gaƫl Prendergast [34] Do I have to..?
Raquette Breaux [22]
Iago Ross [17] "Did you see that? What's over there? This? That? There? What."
LRX419/A "Wayne" [15] "Come on, you big fuckin' cunt."
Aimee Chevrier [9] Daughter of Jacques Chevrier.
Hugo Maxwell [9] Reluctant kin of the werewolves.
Eli The Dead Mysterious Stranger [2] A undead magical gunslinger looking for work.
Cartioru [0] A Jedi Shadow, Elder brother of Snowbund, and Descendant of Deiyi
Ivy M. Jackson [0] She is Adventurous
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"No need to shove," Ivan murmured mildly as he was led out of the bar by a fist at the collar of his jacket and an angry, violent lunge. He didn't stumble - at six foot five, he wasn't easily knocked over - but relented to the pressure at his back, moving into the crowd. One of the constables was ordering people to sit down, shut up, answer a few questions - various cop related bullshit, with lines stolen straight from terrible crime dramas.
Ivan chose a dumpster to lean against and wait, pretending to fidget back and forth by rolling his back against the opening flap of the dumpster, letting it open with a creak, close with a sudden snap, and then opening it again. Each time, he could feel the object he snuck out of the bar riding higher and lower against the small of his back, cool metal against flushed skin.
He glanced around, ensured that nobody was heeding him any mind, and leaned back on his tiptoes, so that the dumpster was open at almost a forty five degree angle. Reaching backwards with one hand, he slid the Uzi out of his jeans, let it fall into the dumpster, timed the closing snap with the sound of the gun hitting the garbage.
Instantly, Ivan felt relieved. It had been the very first thing that he'd done - affirmative action-wise - for Baron since joining up, and it had been a close call. The gun was safe - enough, at least - so long as the cops didn't check the dumpster. And if they did, it was a much further stretch to call it Baron's - or anyone's in his gang, for that matter- due to it being in a public place, in a dark alley, and unregistered.
Feeling like his work was done, and craving a cigarette, Ivan smiled widely at the first female cop he saw, mentally slowing his pulse, calming his senses.
He waited for questioning.
Like a good dog.
Ivan chose a dumpster to lean against and wait, pretending to fidget back and forth by rolling his back against the opening flap of the dumpster, letting it open with a creak, close with a sudden snap, and then opening it again. Each time, he could feel the object he snuck out of the bar riding higher and lower against the small of his back, cool metal against flushed skin.
He glanced around, ensured that nobody was heeding him any mind, and leaned back on his tiptoes, so that the dumpster was open at almost a forty five degree angle. Reaching backwards with one hand, he slid the Uzi out of his jeans, let it fall into the dumpster, timed the closing snap with the sound of the gun hitting the garbage.
Instantly, Ivan felt relieved. It had been the very first thing that he'd done - affirmative action-wise - for Baron since joining up, and it had been a close call. The gun was safe - enough, at least - so long as the cops didn't check the dumpster. And if they did, it was a much further stretch to call it Baron's - or anyone's in his gang, for that matter- due to it being in a public place, in a dark alley, and unregistered.
Feeling like his work was done, and craving a cigarette, Ivan smiled widely at the first female cop he saw, mentally slowing his pulse, calming his senses.
He waited for questioning.
Like a good dog.
Eli always thought that the various police departments around Terra favor people with exceptional amounts of simian genome in them, since suppressing the commonwealth with brute strength tends to get along with law enforcement. Currently the law was enforcing Eli out of the bar, since the situation escalated from a simple property search to something more serious. All that time Eli was trying to stay inconspicuous, all the while eavesdropping on whatever the police had with the bar patrons. Eli suspected the secret dog fighting ring downstairs was a health liability and now the said "mutts" of the bar are being let astray.
And now, he was back on the street, with no useful information and only a bottle of jack. He had an urge to slip away before the police question him, but then again he was innocent. What would he have to be afraid of? He sat down on a street corner, pondering where a man from the grave should belong in this city. The other undead were hardly of any interest. This put Eli to think how boring he was himself, and whether being monotonous and boring was a part of being undead. He certainly hadn't won the bar people's hearts, that's for sure.
While the police where working their way through questioning the patrons and taking statements, an ambulance pulled up on scene. A pair of EMTs exited the vehicle and made their way into the bar until they re-emerged a few minutes later to load Re'Altarm into the back of the vehicle.
Padding out of the bar after them was Jesse, still looking little more than a scruffy pet.
He didn't seem to pay anyone any mind as he started to pad off down the street. He wanted to get a headstart on the ambulance, and it was likely they where taking Re'Altarm to St. Lucien, the hospital he used to work at. He was still working through how to get in with her once the ambulance arrived, but he was running the possibilities through his head as he cleared the corner of the street and vanished from sight.
Padding out of the bar after them was Jesse, still looking little more than a scruffy pet.
He didn't seem to pay anyone any mind as he started to pad off down the street. He wanted to get a headstart on the ambulance, and it was likely they where taking Re'Altarm to St. Lucien, the hospital he used to work at. He was still working through how to get in with her once the ambulance arrived, but he was running the possibilities through his head as he cleared the corner of the street and vanished from sight.
As Alfred was shoved once more back away from the bar, he found suppressing a snarl very difficult. But when he noticed the officer grab onto some weapon at his hip, the young man backed away with a scowl.
"Fucking Bobbies." He muttered under his breath as he retreated into the crowd. Damn, of all the times for this bull to happen It had to be one of the few times he decided to show his face around the Den.
Before he could reach into his jacket for his trusty flask, Alfred found himself spotting something useful.
"Hey, you." He called with a gesture of his head in Ivan's direction. "I've seen you around before, could I talk with you for a sec?:
"Fucking Bobbies." He muttered under his breath as he retreated into the crowd. Damn, of all the times for this bull to happen It had to be one of the few times he decided to show his face around the Den.
Before he could reach into his jacket for his trusty flask, Alfred found himself spotting something useful.
"Hey, you." He called with a gesture of his head in Ivan's direction. "I've seen you around before, could I talk with you for a sec?:
As the pack came out to the outside, being ushered by the police, Blaze took her phone from her front pocket, then sat down on the side walk, wondering what was happening. She then began biting her nails, her nasty habit.
"Thanks mate." Alfred nodded, breathing a sigh of relief as he slid against the dumpster to lean on it beside Ivan.
"Can you tell me what all this nonsense is about? I mean, I aint around enough to be a face everyone knows, but I'm regular enough. I had business with some people who were supposed to be inside, important business. But lo and behold, fuckin coppers all over the place got it shut down tight. "
"Can you tell me what all this nonsense is about? I mean, I aint around enough to be a face everyone knows, but I'm regular enough. I had business with some people who were supposed to be inside, important business. But lo and behold, fuckin coppers all over the place got it shut down tight. "
"Greetings gents.", a younger man walked down the alley in their direction from the main street and the front of the bar. Even from here they would know that he was like them but not a part of the pack. "You mind answering a few questions for me?" He was armed, a black semi-automatic pistol on his right hip. Around his neck by a loose chain hung a gold badge and across his shoulder was a strap holding a camera. The black jacket he wore had a logo that clearly displayed a name, 'VINDEX'.
Blaze spotted the pistol, and rolled her eyes, she had no clue what had just happened other than Baron being arrested, she sighed and looked at her nails, using her other finger, she dug the dirt out of her nail and flicked it off.
The boy had walked all day to get here, and only now to find that The Den was closed for business. Those fake ID's would do him little good if he couldn't go to the one place in all of Lutetia City that would probably not care he was a minor. For his age, Gaƫl looked older than he was. He had started growing dark bits of stubble on his cheeks and chin, and his darker hair and grey eyes made most girls forgive him for his 'bad boy' behavior.
Of course boozing wasn't the only reason he was here. He had needed to get away from his father. And with stolen credit cards, he had traveled all the way back to his home city to party it up, if just for one night.
So he sat on the curve, typing away at his cellphone trying to find other places to go.
Of course boozing wasn't the only reason he was here. He had needed to get away from his father. And with stolen credit cards, he had traveled all the way back to his home city to party it up, if just for one night.
So he sat on the curve, typing away at his cellphone trying to find other places to go.
It had been two days since the little girl had been missing, since the mysterious murder in the alley of the Den, and since an even more disturbing puzzle to a crime became known to Jeanne.
Needless to say, the woman was stressed. Everything was going down the shitter and absolutely nothing was looking up. If what she'd seen when she peeked into the bag was true...
Another look down in Vargeras, the detective told herself. A walk. A glance. She needed to find something.
It wasn't even remotely funny when the exact something she found confused the ever living shit out of her. The UI for her contact device had been turned on, picking up on a very familiar signal. Her brow creased. She was so incredibly confused that she stopped right in the middle of the road. Several seconds passed before her cell phone started to go off. In a dazed walk, she began to follow the trail.
"Hello?" she answered, flipping open her phone. "Yes. Yes, honey. Yes. What's going on?"
Her heart began to pound. Her pace quickened.
"What?" she spat. "Wait, wait. Honey. Honey, that doesn't make sense. No. No. Yes. No. I'll tell you why," she said, rounding the corner toward the Den, stopping again as the trail ended right where it should have.
Jeanne stared at Gael with both a glower and a look of complete and utter relief.
"Because he's here, honey. I'll call you back." The phone snapped shut, and Jeanne took in a large breath.
"GAEL PRENDERGAST, WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING HERE?"
Needless to say, the woman was stressed. Everything was going down the shitter and absolutely nothing was looking up. If what she'd seen when she peeked into the bag was true...
Another look down in Vargeras, the detective told herself. A walk. A glance. She needed to find something.
It wasn't even remotely funny when the exact something she found confused the ever living shit out of her. The UI for her contact device had been turned on, picking up on a very familiar signal. Her brow creased. She was so incredibly confused that she stopped right in the middle of the road. Several seconds passed before her cell phone started to go off. In a dazed walk, she began to follow the trail.
"Hello?" she answered, flipping open her phone. "Yes. Yes, honey. Yes. What's going on?"
Her heart began to pound. Her pace quickened.
"What?" she spat. "Wait, wait. Honey. Honey, that doesn't make sense. No. No. Yes. No. I'll tell you why," she said, rounding the corner toward the Den, stopping again as the trail ended right where it should have.
Jeanne stared at Gael with both a glower and a look of complete and utter relief.
"Because he's here, honey. I'll call you back." The phone snapped shut, and Jeanne took in a large breath.
"GAEL PRENDERGAST, WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING HERE?"
The boy didn't have the decency to look startled. Hell, he didn't even look up. He merely closed his eyes tight and wished her away. Unfortunately for him, he didn't have magical abilities. And his mother was a detective.
A ruthless detective.
So when he looked up at her with his grey eyes, it was only the smartest thing in the world to be a smart ass about answering her question.
"Sitting, obviously." He said. His voice was in the middle of changing into the deeper baritones of a man, and he was quite happy that his voice didn't crack in the middle of it.
Still, he figured it was no longer wise to be just sitting. He stood before saying, "And now I'm leaving. Cya!" He then started running down the sidewalk like hell was on his heels.
A ruthless detective.
So when he looked up at her with his grey eyes, it was only the smartest thing in the world to be a smart ass about answering her question.
"Sitting, obviously." He said. His voice was in the middle of changing into the deeper baritones of a man, and he was quite happy that his voice didn't crack in the middle of it.
Still, he figured it was no longer wise to be just sitting. He stood before saying, "And now I'm leaving. Cya!" He then started running down the sidewalk like hell was on his heels.
Jeanne was on him like a dog chasing a fox. Her face was scrunched in determination.
"Do you really think you can outrun your mother, Gael? I chase criminals all day. You get back here now or you're getting a right ass whooping when I get you home!"
"Do you really think you can outrun your mother, Gael? I chase criminals all day. You get back here now or you're getting a right ass whooping when I get you home!"
"Shitshitshitshit.." He muttered under his breath.
The teen had inherited a lot from his mother. His figure for instance. For love nor life could he gain weight, and he was always stringy. So when it came to running, it was something he was good at.
Just.. not as good as his mother.
It was obvious that he wasn't going to outrun her, so he sped around a corner of an alley way, knocking down trash bins and pallets that could slow her down.
The teen had inherited a lot from his mother. His figure for instance. For love nor life could he gain weight, and he was always stringy. So when it came to running, it was something he was good at.
Just.. not as good as his mother.
It was obvious that he wasn't going to outrun her, so he sped around a corner of an alley way, knocking down trash bins and pallets that could slow her down.
"Ohhhh, hoho. Gael, you're a glutton for punishment just like your father," she shouted, skidding to the entrance of the alley. She jumped towards the alley wall to bound off it and clear the trashcans with ease. "If you don't stop right now, I'm going to send your ass over to Mandragora or to the church for a month so they straighten you out, boy!"
She sped up, leaning into her sprint. To be a Lutetian detective you had to be fit, to be quick, to be able to chase down criminals who had the ability to run like professional athletes.
Werewolves were just the most annoying runners.
"There's been several murders in this area, Gael! You are coming back with me now so your throat isn't ripped out by some rogue wolf!"
She sped up, leaning into her sprint. To be a Lutetian detective you had to be fit, to be quick, to be able to chase down criminals who had the ability to run like professional athletes.
Werewolves were just the most annoying runners.
"There's been several murders in this area, Gael! You are coming back with me now so your throat isn't ripped out by some rogue wolf!"
The boy was panting heavily by this point and was steadily losing ground. Damn his mother was fast.
"What do you care if my throat is ripped out or not..! You did worse by leaving me with dad!" He shouted behind him, willing himself to try to eek out a bit more speed. He turned the corner and..
Came face to face with a chain link fence with barbed wire on the top.
Did this stop him? Nope. He immediately hopped a good three feet of the fence and started climbing. By this point, it was an inevitable end of the chase.
"What do you care if my throat is ripped out or not..! You did worse by leaving me with dad!" He shouted behind him, willing himself to try to eek out a bit more speed. He turned the corner and..
Came face to face with a chain link fence with barbed wire on the top.
Did this stop him? Nope. He immediately hopped a good three feet of the fence and started climbing. By this point, it was an inevitable end of the chase.
"I know you did not just say that, Gaƫl Prendergast," steamed Jeanne, storming up to the boy. She put her hands on her hips. "What d'ye think you're doing, son? You're not getting over that. Come down." Her voice became much more stern than before. Her arms folded. "Right now, Gaƫl."
"Oh but I did, mother-dear. And best yet? I meant it." He said over his shoulder as he still climbed higher on the fence. Once to the top, he looked around for a way over without shreading himself into a million tiny pieces, but to no avail.
He then sighed and looked down to his mother with a smirk. "I would like to invoke the right of Parlay." He panted. "Promise me safety from your wrath and I'll come down peacefully. If not, well.. I can stay up here for some time."
He knew it wouldn't blow over well with his mother. She was no doubt beyond furious at this point. But he needed time to think. He needed time to figure out his next move.
He saw very little option at the moment.
He then sighed and looked down to his mother with a smirk. "I would like to invoke the right of Parlay." He panted. "Promise me safety from your wrath and I'll come down peacefully. If not, well.. I can stay up here for some time."
He knew it wouldn't blow over well with his mother. She was no doubt beyond furious at this point. But he needed time to think. He needed time to figure out his next move.
He saw very little option at the moment.
Jeanne closed her eyes and sighed. With a shake of her head, she took to the fence, and began to climb it until she came beside her son.
"Gaƫl," she pleaded. "Just come home, honey. There's several serial killers running around. It's nighttime. Do you think you can take on a rogue werewolf by yourself if he came charging at you? What do you think your father and I would do if you were bitten?" She frowned heavily at him. "The reason your father took you away was because we wanted you to be safe, Gaƫl."
"Gaƫl," she pleaded. "Just come home, honey. There's several serial killers running around. It's nighttime. Do you think you can take on a rogue werewolf by yourself if he came charging at you? What do you think your father and I would do if you were bitten?" She frowned heavily at him. "The reason your father took you away was because we wanted you to be safe, Gaƫl."
Gael moved awkwardly away from his mother as she climbed up. "Yeah well. I would rather not be safe and have a family that is together than this broken shit we have now." He grumbled. "But then again, mom, you let us know exactly how you felt about family when you decided that the city was more important to you than we were." He spat, his words like venom.
Still, she wasn't blocking his way in the alley anymore, so he released the fence and landed hard on his feet, turning to start off running again, going back the way he had come.
Still, she wasn't blocking his way in the alley anymore, so he released the fence and landed hard on his feet, turning to start off running again, going back the way he had come.
She'd anticipated this move, and had dropped to the ground with him, barely behind. "And why is it out of all the places you could have gone, you came here?" she rasped, reaching a hand out to catch Gaƫl's collar and firmly pull him back.
The boy coughed as the shirt gagged him. He raised both hands as someone would do if caught by the police. "Ya gonna arrest me for coming back to the city where my last happy memories are? Then so be it. I'm guilty as charged."
He looked over his shoulder, his grey hues like angry storm clouds as he glared at his mother. "Take me away, detective."
He looked over his shoulder, his grey hues like angry storm clouds as he glared at his mother. "Take me away, detective."
Jeanne gave Gaƫl a steely glare of her own. "Arrest you?" Jeanne gave him an exasperated chuckle. "Son, the only thing you've done wrong is royally piss your parents off. I'm bringing you to the house."
Her grip came to the back of his neck with a grip like metal pliers. There was a pause before she tried to guide him.
"Welcome home, though. You could have just asked to come back, y'know."
Her grip came to the back of his neck with a grip like metal pliers. There was a pause before she tried to guide him.
"Welcome home, though. You could have just asked to come back, y'know."
"Actually, no I couldn't. Dad wouldn't let me come. Long story." He grumbled.
As every kid knows, when your parents have you in this grip, it is worse than being handcuffed. Its almost as if you have no resistance against it, and you're forced to do things against your will.
So when his mom's vice-grip grabbed the back of his neck, he sighed and complied with her leading him away.
He did, however, flinch at a thought. "You aren't sending me back, are you..?"
As every kid knows, when your parents have you in this grip, it is worse than being handcuffed. Its almost as if you have no resistance against it, and you're forced to do things against your will.
So when his mom's vice-grip grabbed the back of his neck, he sighed and complied with her leading him away.
He did, however, flinch at a thought. "You aren't sending me back, are you..?"