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Jaeda

Got no salvation.

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a character in “The Multiverse”, as played by Moonscar

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Got my addictions
And I love to fix 'em
No one's perfect

Help me, man. Now show me your fangs.

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So begins...

Jaeda's Story

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Character Portrait: Jaeda Character Portrait: Alohi Kalua Character Portrait: Varia Vulpes Character Portrait: Christian Belock Character Portrait: Arien Valentine Character Portrait: Sargas Lace Character Portrait: Lady Talyria Rei Katsumi

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#, as written by Tiko
"You can't hold us here," Varia spat, figuratively and literally. "We have rights."

Leave it to Varia to snub her nose at the law, until it was actually of some benefit to herself. Within the TNG, vampires maintained all the legal protection that came with citizenship.

"Do you think you can get away with this? People know where we are," she threatened.

Little did Varia know that the hunters had already seen to Valentina and Viktor.

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Character Portrait: Jaeda Character Portrait: Alohi Kalua Character Portrait: Varia Vulpes Character Portrait: Christian Belock Character Portrait: Arien Valentine Character Portrait: Sargas Lace Character Portrait: Lady Talyria Rei Katsumi

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"I'm sorry. It doesn't feel like your rights are applicable at this moment," laughed Sargas, the sound high and pretentious. Just about anything he did was a direct taunt for the vampires around him. After all, the couldn't touch him. Even if they could, he was sure he'd come out on top. "Those people may come. And when they do, we'll throw them in here, too!"

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Character Portrait: Jaeda Character Portrait: Alohi Kalua Character Portrait: Varia Vulpes Character Portrait: Christian Belock Character Portrait: Minke Character Portrait: Pretarupa Aave Character Portrait: Arien Valentine Character Portrait: Valentina Rosetti Character Portrait: Sargas Lace Character Portrait: Lady Talyria Rei Katsumi Character Portrait: Duke Alserda

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There was a clump and clatter of boots down the hallway. A robust, blonde-headed man headed down the hall, a small girl in hand. As he passed Sargas, he passed the vampires a dark and brooding look, then threw Valentina in an open cell. After she was thrown in, the same wall of light that was holding in everyone else closed around her cell.

Minke and Aave stood at the entrance, watching after him. Aave's expression was hollow, where Minke seemed like she was trying to pretend they hadn't done what they'd just done.

Killing a man in front of a little girl like that...

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Character Portrait: Jaeda Character Portrait: Alohi Kalua Character Portrait: Varia Vulpes Character Portrait: Christian Belock Character Portrait: Minke Character Portrait: Pretarupa Aave Character Portrait: Arien Valentine Character Portrait: Valentina Rosetti Character Portrait: Sargas Lace Character Portrait: Lady Talyria Rei Katsumi Character Portrait: Duke Alserda

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#, as written by Tiko
Varia looked from Sargas to Valentina and then to the vampires lingering at the entrance. If Valentina was here... then that meant...

There was something almost feral in her eyes as she snarled and slammed her hands against the energy field to try and break it.

"Where's Viktor?" she demanded.

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Character Portrait: Jaeda Character Portrait: Alohi Kalua Character Portrait: Varia Vulpes Character Portrait: Christian Belock Character Portrait: Minke Character Portrait: Pretarupa Aave Character Portrait: Arien Valentine Character Portrait: Valentina Rosetti Character Portrait: Sargas Lace Character Portrait: Lady Talyria Rei Katsumi Character Portrait: Duke Alserda

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#, as written by Script
"That's not how I remember it," Arien hissed at Sargas, "You call attacking me in the middle of a street 'quiet'? I had you on your knees, hunter. But I chose to let you live. I could have killed you where you stood, but I didn't."

He grimaced. "But now I wish I had. You deserve it."

The younger vampire lapsed into silence as Varia spoke up, but when the other hunters came in with Valentina, his eyes snapped upwards again angrily. "Bastards!" he yelled, "How can you even pretend at the slightest semblance of morality when you're willing to attack a little girl!"

Crimson swirls gathered in his eyes again, and a deep sensation of dread and sickness would begin building in the pits of the hunters' stomachs. It would barely last a moment, however, as a spike of energy arced from the cage and Arien's magic was violently torn down, bringing him to his knees with a gasp of pain. "When I get out of here, none of you will survive!" he growled through gritted teeth.

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Character Portrait: Jaeda Character Portrait: Alohi Kalua Character Portrait: Varia Vulpes Character Portrait: Christian Belock Character Portrait: Minke Character Portrait: Pretarupa Aave Character Portrait: Arien Valentine Character Portrait: Valentina Rosetti Character Portrait: Sargas Lace Character Portrait: Lady Talyria Rei Katsumi Character Portrait: Duke Alserda

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#, as written by Faithy
Valentina had quickly tired herself out in her many attempts to escape and also because of how hard she had been sobbing thanks to the loss of the only individual that she had sort of gotten close to other than her now very dead Sire. Twice now, she had lost someone to Hunters and the child just didn’t know what to think about that. So, after it became obvious that she wasn’t getting free, the small Vampire cried until exhaustion overtook her. Her eyes didn’t even open when her captor made his way into where the others had been kept captive. In fact, it wasn’t until he tossed her into a cell that her lavender eyes snapped open in surprise. Squealing, she realized she wasn’t being held anymore and the child rushed for the opening, slamming into the wall of light with a loud yelp.

“No!” She just shouted and slumped back down, refusing to cry any longer. Instead she just clenched her hands down beside her in tight fists, her eyes narrowing towards the man that was closest to her. After a few seconds, she peered at the others, realizing that everything had been a trap. When Varia asked where Viktor was, the young female frowned, starting to tear up again.

“…they killed him…” She pointed towards the individuals standing in the doorway as well as the man that had tossed her into the cell. "They killed him and took me away from NomNom! Where is NomNom, you jerks?!" She felt her chest aching for her playmate. This was the first time she had been away from her kitten and she felt extremely lost.

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Character Portrait: Jaeda Character Portrait: Alohi Kalua Character Portrait: Varia Vulpes Character Portrait: Christian Belock Character Portrait: Minke Character Portrait: Pretarupa Aave Character Portrait: Arien Valentine Character Portrait: Valentina Rosetti Character Portrait: Sargas Lace Character Portrait: Lady Talyria Rei Katsumi Character Portrait: Duke Alserda

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#, as written by Tiko
"You sons of bitches," Varia snarled.

She struck the wall again, and again, until she finally drew one of her swords, slamming the hilt against the wall of light to no avail. She looked little more than a caged animal as the wall burned her skin and forced her back. She paced too and fro, agitation and hostility written all over her before rushing the wall and slamming both her hands against it again.

"Get this gods damn wall down," she growled. "I'm going to tear their fucking throats out."

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Character Portrait: Jaeda Character Portrait: Alohi Kalua Character Portrait: Varia Vulpes Character Portrait: Christian Belock Character Portrait: Minke Character Portrait: Pretarupa Aave Character Portrait: Arien Valentine Character Portrait: Valentina Rosetti Character Portrait: Sargas Lace Character Portrait: Lady Talyria Rei Katsumi Character Portrait: Duke Alserda

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#, as written by Script
Arien's anger peaked. Rage flared in his eyes and his face contorted in a snarl. Then as quickly as it had come, his fury seemed to subside. At a glance, anyway.

His expression darkened into a flat and hollow stare, with only his eyes betraying any emotion. Cold, unadulterated hatred. Slowly and deliberately, he pulled the knife from his jacket and held the point aimed towards his palm. He took a long breath as Varia brought her sword out and slammed it into the wall.

He closed his eyes as she charged it a second time, and plunged the knife into his flesh, drawing it across his hand and wrist in a single violent motion. The blood flowed from it like a fountain, and when he opened his eyes, they were pure crimson. The first pulse of the anti-magic system surged through his body and he shuddered, faltering for a moment, but not falling. The pulse was weaker than before, as though the system was directing power away from them to reinforce the walls against Varia's strikes. The blood began to smoke and trail up his arm, gathering around him.

The alarm above wailed, and a second pulse hit him. He convulsed, doubling over, but he didn't drop. The blood wavered as though it were about to fall, but then reformed. Arien straightened, and with that same cold stare he looked straight into Sargas' eyes.

"You miscalculated." he hissed, gritting his teeth against the pain of the cell's energy surging through him. Even though his body and his mind cried out in protest, Arien maintained control. Pain was something he'd come to be able to deal with, thanks to his unholy magical art. Focus, too - staying the temptations of the voices whispering at the edges of his mind, beckoning him to darker and darker arts and deals with demons was something he always had to do.

The vampire raised his arms and gestured to the wall. The blood gathered around him spiralled towards it like a drill, impacting the energy with a crash of force. Wielding the snaking trails of blood like lashing whips, Arien struck out at the barrier again and again, joining Varia in battering at the defences. These cells were designed to contain one metahuman, not four.

'You're all as good as dead.'

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Character Portrait: Jaeda Character Portrait: Alohi Kalua Character Portrait: Varia Vulpes Character Portrait: Christian Belock Character Portrait: Minke Character Portrait: Pretarupa Aave Character Portrait: Arien Valentine Character Portrait: Valentina Rosetti Character Portrait: Sargas Lace Character Portrait: Lady Talyria Rei Katsumi Character Portrait: Duke Alserda

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#, as written by Faithy
Valentina trailed off, watching the others that had been captured intently. She moved closer to the front of the cell, inches away from the wall of light. The energy humming from it intrigued her and bothered her at the same time, but she knew better to touch it, especially after how badly it had hurt when she nailed it. Returning her gaze towards Varia as she rammed the hilt of her sword against the wall, Valentina could feel something humming in the air, something that wasn’t coming from the thing that was keeping them all from escaping. Gently resting two of her digits against the light, she hissed and drew her hand back, the burning sensation a quick reminder of what they were all against. Why she had been placed alone wasn’t clear to the child, but she wasn’t about to break, yet. Varia was frightening her a little, but Val knew the anger wasn’t directed towards her. Surely, they wouldn’t blame her for what happened to Viktor, right?

What if they did? Frowning, she tucked her legs up beneath her body and leaned towards the barrier once again. She kept from touching it as her eyes drifted back over towards where everyone was at. Her gaze fell upon Arien and she watched him closely, realizing that he was not all he seemed earlier when she first met him. Scrunching her nose up, she couldn’t help but gape when it appeared that blood was trailing up his arm. Was she seeing things? Valentina kept staring before she slid a hand up beneath her dress, grabbing a hold of the small throwing knife that had been held there by a band. It took her a few minutes to realize that the alarm sounding had something to do with what he was doing or perhaps due to what he and Varia was doing. Did that mean there was a chance to overpower things? Well, she didn’t have much she could do, but every little bit helped, right?

Right.

Despite the surprise she had when Arien also started to hit the barrier, Valentina took her knife, shrugged and started to slam it against the barrier, though after the first few times the energy pulsed out to hit her, she ended up dropping it and wincing in pain, her body curling up in a ball. Well, maybe they’d rescue her once they broke out… maybe.

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Character Portrait: Jaeda Character Portrait: Alohi Kalua Character Portrait: Varia Vulpes Character Portrait: Christian Belock Character Portrait: Minke Character Portrait: Pretarupa Aave Character Portrait: Arien Valentine Character Portrait: Valentina Rosetti Character Portrait: Sargas Lace Character Portrait: Lady Talyria Rei Katsumi Character Portrait: Duke Alserda

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#, as written by Tiko
Christian too joined the collection of individuals trying to breech the wall. He had nothing with which he could attack the wall directly with, given that his powers lay with the dead and the demonic, but he could tax the wards. A light smirk spread across his lips and sparks of mystical energy crackled at his finger tips as he tried to open a rift within their cell. The backlash was immediate, and the energies where severed before they could do little more than sputter and spark. As the wards lashed out against his mind like a barbed whip, the energy faltered momentarily before he grit his teeth and redoubled his efforts.

He lacked the functional nerve endings that would allow him to experience pain in the truest sense, but he could feel the damage it was enacting on his psyche, and the instability of the rift he was trying to open. It was like trying to weave a web, while someone was snipping each thread as it was formed. Eventually there would be too many threads meshed together to stop it.

The lights up and down the hall of cells flickered and dimmed as too much energy was being redirected to combat the growing breech within the single cell.

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Character Portrait: Jaeda Character Portrait: Alohi Kalua Character Portrait: Varia Vulpes Character Portrait: Christian Belock Character Portrait: Minke Character Portrait: Pretarupa Aave Character Portrait: Arien Valentine Character Portrait: Valentina Rosetti Character Portrait: Sargas Lace Character Portrait: Lady Talyria Rei Katsumi Character Portrait: Duke Alserda

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Her eyes went wide in alarm of the two escorts throwing Valentina into the cell.

"Valentina! Are you al...." Her words were cut off by the shrill reality of Viktor being murdered in his state.

She could feel the rage grown in bubble in her like magma roiling to a point near eruption. Seeing what everyone was doing, she stepped up and focused on anything that was not tied down in the room, beings included and started using her telekinetic abilities and using them to slam things against the wall. She was an accomplished telekinetic so lifting someone and throwing them wouldn't be too difficult. During her first attempt the energy arced into her ind causing her to stagger a moment. After a moment, she recovered and increased the amplitude of the ability and focused on Minke. If the energy didn't cut her off and Minke didn't have anti-magic armor of some sort Minke would be thrown into the outside of the barrier. She hoped her aim would succeed without getting knocked on her rear by the anti-magic energy defenses,

The setting changes from wing-city-business-district to Room of Reason

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Character Portrait: Jaeda Character Portrait: Kaine Character Portrait: Anamaria Van Helsing Character Portrait: Dakida Character Portrait: Kaleb Wuthers Character Portrait: Brett Vaelentine Character Portrait: Alohi Kalua Character Portrait: Catira Edrene Character Portrait: Timo Character Portrait: Driselda Lacopt Character Portrait: The Harlequin Character Portrait: Daemala Tauvyr Character Portrait: Ix Blacklight Character Portrait: Louis Vernon Character Portrait: Dren Character Portrait: Casper Harpert Character Portrait: Remilia Scarlet Character Portrait: Maxime Trubois Character Portrait: Kenshin Hio Character Portrait: Merek Dracul Character Portrait: Reisel Dracul Character Portrait: Lazarus Bloodwheel Character Portrait: Zosimos Character Portrait: Ulrich Paternosta Character Portrait: Omega Delta Character Portrait: Alek Constantine Character Portrait: Feron Fatemist Character Portrait: Terun Veillon Character Portrait: Michael 'Mac' Cardson Character Portrait: Yamada michigana
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"Things have certainly changed, and like always this planet is going to shit," Zosimos indulged in the blood powder, too much to taste any good. Daemala's mouth dropped open at his words. He waved a hand and forgave her manners. It was true. There were too many military presences for anyone to be entirely relevant. Stocks were down, though war seemed to be up. Ridgecrest City was aflame, and Casren was nowhere to be found.

Which left Daemala in charge, which was certainly no good for their coffers. Ulrich Paternosta and Riesel Dracul slipped in with a child, who was upon closer inspection not a child at all. Zosimos sniffed the air. Who was that? That smell was familiar...

"We are hosting a ball," Daemala said firmly, glaring a hole into Zosimos, who pretended not to notice. She pulled a bundle of millennial pink envelopes from a fold in her dress and threw them on the table. There was enough for everyone in the Detente, and the pile seemed to grow by the second.

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Character Portrait: Jaeda Character Portrait: Kaine Character Portrait: Anamaria Van Helsing Character Portrait: Dakida Character Portrait: Kaleb Wuthers Character Portrait: Brett Vaelentine Character Portrait: Alohi Kalua Character Portrait: Catira Edrene Character Portrait: Timo Character Portrait: Driselda Lacopt Character Portrait: The Harlequin Character Portrait: Daemala Tauvyr Character Portrait: Ix Blacklight Character Portrait: Louis Vernon Character Portrait: Dren Character Portrait: Casper Harpert Character Portrait: Remilia Scarlet Character Portrait: Maxime Trubois Character Portrait: Kenshin Hio Character Portrait: Merek Dracul Character Portrait: Reisel Dracul Character Portrait: Lazarus Bloodwheel Character Portrait: Zosimos Character Portrait: Ulrich Paternosta Character Portrait: Omega Delta Character Portrait: Alek Constantine Character Portrait: Feron Fatemist Character Portrait: Terun Veillon Character Portrait: Michael 'Mac' Cardson Character Portrait: Yamada michigana Character Portrait: Akio Revela

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Akio was sitting at the table, with his feet raised. If one were to ask why he was sitting there, he might say "Because it seemed fun" or "Because it looked interesting". Of course, whether it was the truth or not was all dependent. After all, Akio had a habit of being cryptic. His own name was technically an alias, but he never used his original name anymore so it became his official name. The vampire who appeared as a ten year old was typically hard to read, because sometimes he would act childish, and other times he would formulate advanced plans and stratagies.

He was a bit all over the place.

As he took one of the pink letters, he grumbled a little. "Pink? I mean, I know black would be cliché and all, so would red, but what about green? Or teal? Or purple with orange pokadots? Now that would be fun! Hehe".

Akio randomly mentioned some things as he held up the envelop. He considered the possibility of just changing the color himself with an otherwise useless color changing spell he picked up, but that might seem poor in taste.

Akio was completely disinterested in the wars, or the planet, so he did not bring them up. As someone who lost his home village, was kidnapped and turned into a vampire, and then lost the next place he had stayed at, Akio was not particularly attached to one place anymore. Although he did prefer places such as where he was now would remain, Akio could easily get over such a loss. However, one did not need to worry much about him, because he rather enjoyed the company.

Even if he was an oddball.

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Character Portrait: Jaeda Character Portrait: Kaine Character Portrait: Anamaria Van Helsing Character Portrait: Dakida Character Portrait: Kaleb Wuthers Character Portrait: Brett Vaelentine Character Portrait: Alohi Kalua Character Portrait: Catira Edrene Character Portrait: Timo Character Portrait: Driselda Lacopt Character Portrait: The Harlequin Character Portrait: Daemala Tauvyr Character Portrait: Ix Blacklight Character Portrait: Louis Vernon Character Portrait: Dren Character Portrait: Casper Harpert Character Portrait: Remilia Scarlet Character Portrait: Maxime Trubois Character Portrait: Kenshin Hio Character Portrait: Merek Dracul Character Portrait: Reisel Dracul Character Portrait: Lazarus Bloodwheel Character Portrait: Zosimos Character Portrait: Ulrich Paternosta Character Portrait: Omega Delta Character Portrait: Alek Constantine Character Portrait: Feron Fatemist Character Portrait: Terun Veillon Character Portrait: Michael 'Mac' Cardson Character Portrait: Yamada michigana Character Portrait: Akio Revela Character Portrait: Horatio Sinclair Character Portrait: Dermot Whiting

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#, as written by TheHaze
A crunching sound came from the back of the room. It went on and off, pausing for a few seconds at a time and then resuming. Each time there was silence, a sense of hope was felt in the air, only to turn to annoyance when the sound came back. This went on for a new minutes, until a small sigh led to a pause.

“Really, Derry? Now, of all times?”

A handful of finger bones were put back in their pouch. The fellow eating them clacked his teeth to get the splinters out, looking faintly apologetic. The tone of his voice implied that he had explained the reason for his actions multiple times in short period of time, however, and that he was beginning to do it on reflex.

“Ate all the soft bits on the way over, boss. Got no time as of late for digging, seeing to your travels.”

A nod of acknowledgement. Without the sleeplessness of the ghoul, there likely would have been a lot more sun-related difficulties. How he managed to set up multiple train-rides to be night-only, he’d never really know. Getting the coffin booked as carry-on was something he’d hold over him for years. Still, a retort was required.

“Could you not have some of this lovely blood? I know you prefer it...brown, but it’s quite good, I can assure you.”

“Got my own drink, boss. Figure now you should focus on the...what is this, some type of meeting?”

Now it was his turn to look exasperated. The vampire watched his friend produce a musty bottle of something that smelled like ash, rubbing his temples.

“The Detente, Derry. I’ve explained this multiple times. You were the one who urged me to do this, godammit.”

“Boss, you’re getting a touch of rigour being cooped up in that crypt. If anything, this is getting you a free lunch. One that ain’t on me.”

“You know damn well why I’m in that crypt, you colossal ass.”

“Yeah. And now where are you now?”

“...Not in the crypt.”

There was the sound of very smug ghoul patting a very annoyed vampire on the shoulder, followed by the familiar sound of chewed bone.

“Eat yer blood, boss. Have some fun.”

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Character Portrait: Jaeda Character Portrait: Kaine Character Portrait: Anamaria Van Helsing Character Portrait: Dakida Character Portrait: Kaleb Wuthers Character Portrait: Alohi Kalua Character Portrait: Dots Character Portrait: Driselda Lacopt Character Portrait: The Harlequin Character Portrait: Daemala Tauvyr Character Portrait: Casren Bistreo Character Portrait: Kaiser Zaun Character Portrait: Louis Vernon Character Portrait: Remilia Scarlet Character Portrait: Merek Dracul Character Portrait: Reisel Dracul Character Portrait: Lazarus Bloodwheel Character Portrait: Zosimos Character Portrait: Ulrich Paternosta Character Portrait: Benjamin Dullahan Character Portrait: Alek Constantine Character Portrait: Terun Veillon Character Portrait: Michael 'Mac' Cardson Character Portrait: Yamada michigana Character Portrait: Akio Revela Character Portrait: Dermot Whiting

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Akio was the first one to enter, for a very drastic change, but that was probably because he was the one who called the meeting in the first place. He plopped himself on his bean bag chair, and then had the floor it was sitting on elevate to give him a better position. He was not sure how many would show up to his invitation, given how although he was likely older then most of them, he was new to the group itself.

However, they had an incredibly important topic to discuss. The defense treaty for Terra. Although Akio himself was not really enthusiastic about it, and he was very distrustful of mortals and to be fair anyone, he recognized the...uses...this treaty could have. Mainly, about how they could be seen more as equals, and solidify their own indepedence more. If they allowed this organization to go on with out them, to protect all of Terra which included themselves without them, then Akio could see it being used to say that they were lesser then them, that they needed protection, that they had nothing to contribute.

That sort of thinking and plotting could undo a lot of the work they did, such as during the Chaos Ball, and that was something Akio did not plan to allow, at least not without a fight.

"We absolutely cannot let this go on without some input ourselves. Yes, the Detente either has to be a part of this treaty...or, we must destroy it from becoming a force that will be recognized..."

Of course, Akio had no intention of limiting himself to one solution either. He believed there were only two choices for the Detente. To support it and become equals, or to destroy it entirely and prevent the risk from ever forming in the first place. The question was, what would the other members believe?

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Character Portrait: Jaeda Character Portrait: Kaine Character Portrait: Anamaria Van Helsing Character Portrait: Dakida Character Portrait: Kaleb Wuthers Character Portrait: Alohi Kalua Character Portrait: Dots Character Portrait: Driselda Lacopt Character Portrait: The Harlequin Character Portrait: Daemala Tauvyr Character Portrait: Casren Bistreo Character Portrait: Kaiser Zaun Character Portrait: Louis Vernon Character Portrait: Remilia Scarlet Character Portrait: Merek Dracul Character Portrait: Reisel Dracul Character Portrait: Lazarus Bloodwheel Character Portrait: Zosimos Character Portrait: Ulrich Paternosta Character Portrait: Benjamin Dullahan Character Portrait: Alek Constantine Character Portrait: Terun Veillon Character Portrait: Michael 'Mac' Cardson Character Portrait: Yamada michigana Character Portrait: Akio Revela Character Portrait: Dermot Whiting

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#, as written by Marcus
Louis Ancroft Vernon, The Prince of Montague's Gambit, arrived within the room wearing a sleek black Brioni suit with a red tie and accents to match his apparel and shoes. The vampiric lawyer simply dressed as was appropriate for someone of his station whilst looking with mild irritation at his peers who would arrive whilst keeping the majority of his ire in check as a cool indifference towards Akio Revela. Had his intentions not have been clear the last time he spoke to the majority within this room or did they simply forget or ignored the statement of wishing for this foolishness to end. Instead Mr. Vernon simply found his old seat and produced a few files to go over the legality of the situation before attempting to speak his ideals once more.

"I say we disband and allow the Masquerade to begin anew."

Louis finally spoke up regardless of whoever decided to listen. The obvious answer was to allow the entropy to take hold of what was present and begin again regardless of distractions or fears that the others might produce. The blood sucking lawyer simply brought his gaze around to each and every member who would be present only to collect his thoughts before speaking again.

"We are vampires, an undeniable truth, a majority of Terra and her inhabitants know of our existence only through the actions that we commit to here presently. I say we allow ourselves to fade from the public light and move to subtly change the directions of the political world around us......"

Louis paused for a moment to consider his next words only to take a needless breath and rise from his seat whilst resting his hands upon the table and leaning forward to look at his fellow councilors.

"Allow the Masquerade to come to fruition once more. Let humanity remember us only as a bedtime story to frighten their children into submission whilst we move among the shadows unseen and unhindered by the constraints of legal binding and pointless debate. I suggest that if we are to truly thrive we must consider how open we are to this world and public now and see how foolish it is to not expect any rogue with deathly intent to walk in here and attempt to kill us all."

Mr. Vernon simply frowned as he looked around only to then bring his cold attention over to Akio.

"Mr. Revela, forgive me, I have no intention of inciting a riot or creating an argument that would belittle your concerns of the current situation. In fact I pity and feel that this situation could have been remedied much sooner if my words had been listened to from the previous meeting. This is why I feel as strongly as I do about disbanding this sham and allowing things like ourselves to broadcast our intentions to the known public."

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Character Portrait: Jaeda Character Portrait: Kaine Character Portrait: Anamaria Van Helsing Character Portrait: Dakida Character Portrait: Kaleb Wuthers Character Portrait: Alohi Kalua Character Portrait: Dots Character Portrait: Driselda Lacopt Character Portrait: The Harlequin Character Portrait: Daemala Tauvyr Character Portrait: Casren Bistreo Character Portrait: Kaiser Zaun Character Portrait: Louis Vernon Character Portrait: Remilia Scarlet Character Portrait: Merek Dracul Character Portrait: Reisel Dracul Character Portrait: Lazarus Bloodwheel Character Portrait: Zosimos Character Portrait: Ulrich Paternosta Character Portrait: Benjamin Dullahan Character Portrait: Alek Constantine Character Portrait: Terun Veillon Character Portrait: Michael 'Mac' Cardson Character Portrait: Yamada michigana Character Portrait: Akio Revela Character Portrait: Dermot Whiting

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"He has a point," Daemala had arrived. She sidled into her usual spot, snapping her fingers, a freshly corked bottle of Blud brought to her. It was, after all, her drink.

"The mortals could give a damn, and this planet is hell in a hand basket. I think it a grand idea to fade from the spotlight-"

"But what of Verinotte Hollow?" Interrupted Zosimos, his eyes glittering. Daemala shot him an incredulous look. She opened her mouth to rip him a new one when she remembered her tavern, and instead bit her lip. Her tavern was like a child to her, the patrons exhaustive and the business ho-hum. The money, though, and having the front which she did...

"Ah, yes. We've created a haven for those like us and now we seek to abandon it. How very..." He flopped out a hand, "Consistent to the nature of what we are. We create, we destroy. We are as walking gods except we can still ourselves be destroyed. Tell me," Zosimos turned to Luis, "How would you see this castle haunted? How would you propose going underground, when the very nature of everything we've done has been to raise our status to equality-though facing the facts we were never truly able to be equal, were we?" He hissed this last sentence in Daemala's direction. She herself was a vampyric supremacist, though she tried her hardest to deny it in certain company.

"If we're speaking politics," He continued, looking now to Akio, "Fading from the spotlight as being what we are may not be in our best interests. The discovery of subterfuge is all too common in the modern day. No, we must be clever. "

Zosimos grinned, and Daemala shifted in her seat. She took a long drink from her glass and considered the options. For her, fading back into the shadows might be as easy as a change of hair. Not many, other than her staff, knew what she was despite the looming implications. Her mind began to churn.

"Wha'bou' the Hollow? I reckon we can't just be comin' up as our own, yer sayin. Disband th'wholatha govrment n' just what?'" Ulrich didn't say much, but when he did, he had good questions.

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Character Portrait: Jaeda Character Portrait: Kaine Character Portrait: Anamaria Van Helsing Character Portrait: Dakida Character Portrait: Kaleb Wuthers Character Portrait: Alohi Kalua Character Portrait: Dots Character Portrait: Driselda Lacopt Character Portrait: The Harlequin Character Portrait: Daemala Tauvyr Character Portrait: Casren Bistreo Character Portrait: Kaiser Zaun Character Portrait: Louis Vernon Character Portrait: Remilia Scarlet Character Portrait: Merek Dracul Character Portrait: Reisel Dracul Character Portrait: Lazarus Bloodwheel Character Portrait: Zosimos Character Portrait: Ulrich Paternosta Character Portrait: Benjamin Dullahan Character Portrait: Alek Constantine Character Portrait: Terun Veillon Character Portrait: Michael 'Mac' Cardson Character Portrait: Yamada michigana Character Portrait: Akio Revela Character Portrait: Dermot Whiting

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#, as written by Marcus
"I do not claim to know the answers."

Louis offered as he seemed to grow bored with this prattle. The vampiric lawyer simply stood his ground and crossed his arms only to look upon this foolish comity knowing that they had damned themselves the moment they all agreed to be public about their cursed lives.

"I just am simply pointing out that a Masquerade is in order. You allow our mortal kin to know about our locale and even weaknesses! You appoint yourselves as prideful gods who know little but claim so much. I simply believe we should step away from all of this. Return to our shadowy ways and step out from the spotlight before we risk our necks from the fanatical who have clearly been watching us prattle on like defenseless children."

He simply stood from his position and made his way out from this fop of a meeting. His words had been said and there was nothing else to add. He did however glance back to Daemala only to shake his head before taking his leave.

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Characters Present

Character Portrait: Jaeda Character Portrait: Kaine Character Portrait: Anamaria Van Helsing Character Portrait: Dakida Character Portrait: Kaleb Wuthers Character Portrait: Brett Vaelentine Character Portrait: Alohi Kalua Character Portrait: Dots Character Portrait: Catira Edrene Character Portrait: Timo Character Portrait: Driselda Lacopt Character Portrait: The Harlequin Character Portrait: Daemala Tauvyr Character Portrait: Kaiser Zaun Character Portrait: Daciana Johannesque Character Portrait: V Luhan Character Portrait: Ix Blacklight Character Portrait: Louis Vernon Character Portrait: Dren Character Portrait: Casper Harpert Character Portrait: Maxime Trubois Character Portrait: Manik Chakor Character Portrait: Merek Dracul Character Portrait: Reisel Dracul Character Portrait: Lazarus Bloodwheel Character Portrait: Benjamin Dullahan Character Portrait: Frédéric Bistreo Character Portrait: Omega Delta Character Portrait: Alek Constantine Character Portrait: Feron Fatemist Character Portrait: Vendetta Vine Character Portrait: Ren B. Takeda :) Character Portrait: Deviljhoe Character Portrait: Michael 'Mac' Cardson Character Portrait: Thoroark Eldren Character Portrait: Yamada michigana Character Portrait: Horatio Sinclair Character Portrait: Dermot Whiting Character Portrait: Venlak Character Portrait: Avinus Character Portrait: Prince Lacroix Character Portrait: Hazel Lessard

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Manik Chakor set a large golden envelope down on the table. Inside were a selection of smaller golden envelopes. He withdrew about a third of these and whisked away

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Characters Present

Character Portrait: Jaeda Character Portrait: Kaine Character Portrait: Anamaria Van Helsing Character Portrait: Dakida Character Portrait: Kaleb Wuthers Character Portrait: Brett Vaelentine Character Portrait: Alohi Kalua Character Portrait: Dots Character Portrait: Catira Edrene Character Portrait: Timo Character Portrait: Driselda Lacopt Character Portrait: The Harlequin Character Portrait: Daemala Tauvyr Character Portrait: Kaiser Zaun Character Portrait: Daciana Johannesque Character Portrait: V Luhan Character Portrait: Ix Blacklight Character Portrait: Louis Vernon Character Portrait: Dren Character Portrait: Casper Harpert Character Portrait: Maxime Trubois Character Portrait: Merek Dracul Character Portrait: Reisel Dracul Character Portrait: Lazarus Bloodwheel Character Portrait: Benjamin Dullahan Character Portrait: Frédéric Bistreo Character Portrait: Omega Delta Character Portrait: Alek Constantine Character Portrait: Feron Fatemist Character Portrait: Vendetta Vine Character Portrait: Ren B. Takeda :) Character Portrait: Deviljhoe Character Portrait: Michael 'Mac' Cardson Character Portrait: Thoroark Eldren Character Portrait: Yamada michigana Character Portrait: Horatio Sinclair Character Portrait: Dermot Whiting Character Portrait: Venlak Character Portrait: Avinus Character Portrait: Prince Lacroix Character Portrait: Hazel Lessard

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Daemala Tauvyr arrived and had a seat before the golden envelope. It was a delight they had arrived on time! She didn't trust her messenger, despite being a fellow member of the Detente. He was a slimeball. Smaller than she had expected. When she picked it up it was the right weight. Pretty heavy- but lighter than the full order. Manik had followed his instructions, for once, all except one detail.

The envelopes were supposed to be silver.

She took in a deep breath and leaned back, one hand slowly migrating to the other. She absentmindedly twist the ring. Zosimos was in custody, and she was the Queen of the Vampires. A laugh escaped her lips. Casren was gone. She didn't get sad.
The castle was hers to rule!
...duh.

Daemala sliced open one of the envelopes with a stiletto nail colored blood and let it fall to the table. Out she fished a gold piece of starched fabric, which served as the invitation. It was impeccably embroidered with flowery lettering. She held it delicately aloft and grinned. Oh, this was going to be lovely.