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located in Delegate Universe: Sequoia 2032, a part of The Northern Delegates: Apocalypse, one of the many universes on RPG.

Delegate Universe: Sequoia 2032

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Character Portrait: Kato Character Portrait: Warren Slaton Character Portrait: Christopher Straight Character Portrait: Hari Neverwinter Character Portrait: Annita Night
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Big parties were never a thing with Warren, or better put, he hadnā€™t been invited to any real big parties of this scale. This was his first, and to say that he was slightly intimidated would be an understatement. If it werenā€™t for the fact that he had somewhere to sit and a lot of liquid courage to consume, he may have taken off already. He knew he had been thinking this particular line a lot today, but heā€™d be more at home in the middle of a battle royal. The dancers were smiling at him as they worked the pole like an overly ambitious fire fighter. He finished off his beer and reached for another, realizing that he had downed quite a number already and Chris was probably going to make him pay for them in blood, sweat, and tears.

He hadnā€™t even noticed Chris and his crew until the man was sitting down right next to him. He looked over a bit slowly, rubbing his face a bit to get some more feeling into it as he set his beer down to prevent himself from looking more foolish than he probably already did. When Chris slid his arm around him, Warren visibly flinched from a mixture of pure combat reflex due to the manā€™s vampiric nature and also out of memory due to the whole ā€˜shooting at him to see if the armor worksā€™ thing. He brought with him the crazy and incredibly sexually active doctor and a couple others he hadnā€™t met yet. Chris, Annita, Kat and Hari...also someone else named Brady who was off doing something else apparently. If he passed his probation, these people would essentially become his extended family, bound in the blood and fire of combat or something to that effect. Granted, if they kept calling him Wannabe, he was going to end up fighting every single one of them at some point or another. He liked to think he was a patient guy, but there were limits. He gave a nod to Kat and Hari as his ā€˜Helloā€™. It wasnā€™t long after the little introductions that the bear of a wolf with his two arm tramps walked up to them, more than likely with the intention of showing Warren what his insides looked like. Before Trevor could get close, Chris stood between him and the rest of their little group. Protecting what was his to break? His new play toy? Whatever, Warren was grateful for it. He was a bit too inebriated to fight to his full potential and he didnā€™t want to waste the super detoxifier thing on what was obviously a testosterone juicing werewolf with a penchant for picking fights.

The one vampire girl was trying to be tough and bitchy, as was the classism in this particular place since he appeared to be the only human in the entire party. Warren resisted the temptation to scoff at her and her massive escort. Contrary to whatever these people thought, just because he was human didnā€™t mean he was necessarily scared of them. He was cautious, possibly a little more than what was warranted but one could never be more careful. Warren started tuning them out the moment the one vampire girl wandered off after rambling about fruits. Chris could handle them, meanwhile Warren kept watching the dancers but found his gaze wandering to the rest of the party. Something wasnā€™t right, people were slowing down and some were just falling to the floor and drooling like little babies. Warren looked back over at Chris and Trevor, who had just started to wander away. It appeared the entire party had somehow become...infected by whatever was going around save for their little group.

ā€œItā€™s not in the drinks, itā€™s in the cups.ā€ Chris stated, and Warren looked over at the bottles he had been scarfing down like no tomorrow. He had gotten lucky it seemed, with his preference for glass over plastic. Warren stood up from the couch, slapping himself lightly to get some adrenaline pumping through his system to help with the distillation of alcohol in his blood. ā€œYou notice anyone?ā€ Chris asked him, and Warren shook his head for a moment to clear his thoughts.

ā€œAh...well...Kathy was there and we talked and...uhhh...She ran into somebody on her way out. A Mr...Tombstone? Wait...no, Thompson. Mr. Thompson.ā€ Warren stated as the rest of them started questioning and wondering what was going on. The conversation seemed a little rapid to him as they sorted out what was happening. They determined the source of what appeared to be heavy duty hallucinogenics, and went to work trying to make sure that whoever hadnā€™t taken a drink out of them yet didnā€™t. Warren watched as Ann magically paralyzed nearly an entire room, and Warren immediately wanted to know a way to counteract that. With what personality he had been able to ascertain from her, he didnā€™t want to end up on the receiving end of some very embarrassing prank, although that seemed to be furthest from everyoneā€™s minds at the moment. Chris pulled everyone from the pool and froze it, and Warren was left standing around questioning if he should use his anti-intoxication drug or not.

ā€œWell whatā€™s theā€¦ā€ Warren snapped his fingers a couple times trying to come up with the proper word. ā€œPlan.ā€ Warren finally answered. ā€œDo we...tell someone? Iā€™m not entirely sure what to do hereā€¦ā€