Setting
Wing City's business sector located in Eastern Wing City, despite suffering a terrorist attack the area is still business as usual.
Traffic is still a problem during business hours, but the paving of new lanes of traffic and the progress of construction on damaged buildings has made it much easier to travel through the area.
The area is still home to many businesses, banks, and various cafes and coffeehouses to serve the businessman on the go.
Past business hours the makeup of the business district becomes more shady, biker gangs of all kinds using the quiet area to ride around and sometimes harass people enjoying the late-night scene.
Traffic is still a problem during business hours, but the paving of new lanes of traffic and the progress of construction on damaged buildings has made it much easier to travel through the area.
The area is still home to many businesses, banks, and various cafes and coffeehouses to serve the businessman on the go.
Past business hours the makeup of the business district becomes more shady, biker gangs of all kinds using the quiet area to ride around and sometimes harass people enjoying the late-night scene.
Wing City Business District
The business sector of Wing City, currently being repaired after a series of terrorist attacks.
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Minke [74] Ink with a splash of magic.
The Nemesis Project [67]
Carlton "Ralph" Denner Jr. [59] Punk Rock-styled, anti-establishment, loud and wild Emetomancer and Avatar of the Masterless Man
Arien Valentine [57] ...
Detective Justice [35] The WCPD detective is on the hunt to stop human trafficking while balancing her awkward relationship with Randin Kaye.
Varia Vulpes [32] Sired by Viktor. Varia is both wild and independent.
Lady Talyria Rei Katsumi [32] What I am shouldn't be your question. Why I am here should be more of the importance.
Christian Belock [32] A prodigal necromancer. Sired by and apprentice to Sanina Lessard.
Valentina Rosetti [29] Little Death
Clair Wilder [27] Reporter for TerraCast Specializing in Supernatural Occurrences and Events
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She took the box away from him, hanging onto it as she nodded to him once. "Consider it done." she said, not even hesitating as she climbed out of the car, and headed immediately for the store.
When the other woman emerged, Nikita looked to her, then continued on inside.
When the other woman emerged, Nikita looked to her, then continued on inside.
"Peace." The second woman said, slipping out of the vehicle to follow Nikita into the store. "What are you looking at?" She asked a man that was walking down the street, "Yeah, keep it movin', bro."
Lochlyn's limo drove off, the man glancing back at the store for a moment. "Jacob is an arrogant fool with a love for women. It should be very easy for them to kill him." Lochlyn said to his bodyguards.
"If they fail?" One of them asked, "If they fail I hope Jacob gives them a quick death. Painless. Not very messy."
"If they fail?" One of them asked, "If they fail I hope Jacob gives them a quick death. Painless. Not very messy."
Nikita hesitated before slipping over to the women's clothing, grabbing the first long-sleeved blouse she saw and a pair of jeans. She pulled them on, ripped off the tags, and held them in her hand while she waited for her partner to find something for herself.
"Lochlyn has some high expectations." she said, somewhat under her breath, but loudly enough that Charlie might hear. "There's a small problem though."
"Lochlyn has some high expectations." she said, somewhat under her breath, but loudly enough that Charlie might hear. "There's a small problem though."
"What might that be?" Charlie asked as she grabbed a pair of denim jeans and a short-sleeved black shirt. "Don't tell me you're scared." Charlie said as she headed for a dressing room.
"I don't want you to chicken out now."
"I don't want you to chicken out now."
"No, no. I know the Russians." she said, looking at Charlie with a furrow to her brow. "Know them, meaning, Nikita had bad history with them." So it was either go as Nikita, or go as Bethany, neither of which seemed like an appetizing prospect.
"Guess we can just hope that they don't remember me."
"Guess we can just hope that they don't remember me."
"What kind of bad history?" Charlie asked, stepping out of the changing room moments later. "Was there some stealing involved?" Charlie asked, "Bad blood between another? Debt?" She asked, "We can come up with a way to approach this."
"I didn't kill someone for them." She told her. "Disappeared when my handler and a few of my associates raided one of their hideouts. They think I'm either dead, or arrested. If I show up there...they'll know something's up." She looked at Charlie.
"Might do some typical mafia shit to my hands."
"Might do some typical mafia shit to my hands."
"There's always the chance you were extradited or deported, right?" Charlie asked, "They used to do it all the time to the Latino gangsters back home. Send them back to Mexico or South America, they never stand trial."
The woman tugged on her shirt, not quite sure she liked it. "Maybe they couldn't pin too much on you, just got out of prison?"
The woman tugged on her shirt, not quite sure she liked it. "Maybe they couldn't pin too much on you, just got out of prison?"
"Might work." Casey said with a nod, running her hand over her face before waving Charlie along.
"Come on. We can take the public transport." she murmured, still deep in thought.
"Come on. We can take the public transport." she murmured, still deep in thought.
"I think Michael's crew is on good terms with the Russians, maybe we can talk to him soon." Charlie told Casey as she followed her out of the store.
Here he was going through the motions, appearing normal to those in his employ who had no idea of the darker secret he held within. Lochlyn stepped onto an elevator from his office floor, two bodyguards in tow.
A quick tap of a button and the elevator began it's descent down to the lobby. Lochlyn watching the numbers carefully, waiting for the moment he could climb into his mobile office and conduct his other business.
As the elevator neared the lobby Lochlyn's white limousine pulled up in front of the Jupiter Corporation building and waited for the man himself.
The elevators doors finally opened and out stepped the unusually quiet businessman and his bodyguards. "Mr. Haley, a detective showed up for you." The security guard at the lobby's main security desk told Lochlyn. He grabbed a business card and was soon stepping out from behind his desk, "Charlotte Munroe." The security guard said as he approached the man, holding the card out.
"My ride is waiting." Lochlyn said, gesturing outside.
A quick tap of a button and the elevator began it's descent down to the lobby. Lochlyn watching the numbers carefully, waiting for the moment he could climb into his mobile office and conduct his other business.
As the elevator neared the lobby Lochlyn's white limousine pulled up in front of the Jupiter Corporation building and waited for the man himself.
The elevators doors finally opened and out stepped the unusually quiet businessman and his bodyguards. "Mr. Haley, a detective showed up for you." The security guard at the lobby's main security desk told Lochlyn. He grabbed a business card and was soon stepping out from behind his desk, "Charlotte Munroe." The security guard said as he approached the man, holding the card out.
"My ride is waiting." Lochlyn said, gesturing outside.
Perched on the rock gargoyle that decorated one of the older buildings of Wing City was a woman dressed all in black. All the clothing clung to her body tightly, for the exception of her hood, hung low over her head. The white of her hair was only just visible hanging over her eyes, but it barely did anything to obscure her vision.
"Target in sight. Is everyone in position?" said the woman fluidly into her mic, which pressed against the corner of her lips.
"Aave, present, in position." came the first reply, the steady voice of another woman, the banshee, who stood in an alley with her pistol and swords.
"Dog, present. Ready," came the third, a rough man's voice. He walked down the sidewalk, no weapons but his claws and teeth.
"Monique. Ready." The elf. On a separate gargoyle, with a bow and a chainsaw.
"Alright. We're not letting this bad boy out of our sight." Jaeda readied her sniper rifle, which held one of the vials, which loaded the ammo with the Immortal Killing serum.
"Dog. You first." said the lead, Jaeda.
It was immediate, the change. He had become to accustomed to it over the years that the pain barely registered. He grew three times his height and bulk, sprouted fur, a snout, deadly claws, sharp teeth.
And he raced straight for Lochlyn.
"Target in sight. Is everyone in position?" said the woman fluidly into her mic, which pressed against the corner of her lips.
"Aave, present, in position." came the first reply, the steady voice of another woman, the banshee, who stood in an alley with her pistol and swords.
"Dog, present. Ready," came the third, a rough man's voice. He walked down the sidewalk, no weapons but his claws and teeth.
"Monique. Ready." The elf. On a separate gargoyle, with a bow and a chainsaw.
"Alright. We're not letting this bad boy out of our sight." Jaeda readied her sniper rifle, which held one of the vials, which loaded the ammo with the Immortal Killing serum.
"Dog. You first." said the lead, Jaeda.
It was immediate, the change. He had become to accustomed to it over the years that the pain barely registered. He grew three times his height and bulk, sprouted fur, a snout, deadly claws, sharp teeth.
And he raced straight for Lochlyn.
The limo driver caught sight of Dog with the help of one of the vehicle's mirror. "Holy shit." He said, reaching for his walkie-talkie. "We've got a big ass wolf-dog out here." The driver said, climbing out of the vehicle quickly and reaching for his pistol.
"What's that?" One of Lochlyn's bodyguard's asked, "We've got to go. Back upstairs." The other said, pushing Lochlyn back towrds the elevator's.
Lochlyn would have rather stayed and fought, but he had an appearance to keep up. His men could surely handle a beast until the police force showed up, right?
They were going to try, security guards drawing their pistols and taking up positions in the lobby between Dog and Lochlyn. They hoped they were enough.
"What's that?" One of Lochlyn's bodyguard's asked, "We've got to go. Back upstairs." The other said, pushing Lochlyn back towrds the elevator's.
Lochlyn would have rather stayed and fought, but he had an appearance to keep up. His men could surely handle a beast until the police force showed up, right?
They were going to try, security guards drawing their pistols and taking up positions in the lobby between Dog and Lochlyn. They hoped they were enough.
A few human men would be nothing to Dog. The bullets? Oh, they would injure him. Even badly. But it took more than a few shots to down something that was a bit over a thousand pounds of hulking muscle and death.
"He's going inside!" said Jaeda. "Don't lose sight of him. Aave! You can get in easy ahead of us. If you can get him outside, do so!"
The Banshee nodded and quickly made her way across the street as Dog caused a very large commotion, picking up the limousine to chuck at the security guards.
The woman's whole being became ethereal as she slipped through the wall at the side. Very calmly and casually, she slipped on a mask and made her way down the halls toward Lochlyn.
"He's going inside!" said Jaeda. "Don't lose sight of him. Aave! You can get in easy ahead of us. If you can get him outside, do so!"
The Banshee nodded and quickly made her way across the street as Dog caused a very large commotion, picking up the limousine to chuck at the security guards.
The woman's whole being became ethereal as she slipped through the wall at the side. Very calmly and casually, she slipped on a mask and made her way down the halls toward Lochlyn.
The security guards had their handful with Dog, taking shots when they could and calling in more security. Their whole security detail was going to need to demand a raise after this.
While the security was preoccupied with Dog, and with attempting not to die, Lochlyn kept on towards the elevators with his bodyguards.
But there was Aave, she was coming straight towards him. "We'll handle this." One of Lochlyn's bodyguards said, both men drawing their batons and pistols simultaneously.
"Come on!" One of the men shouted as they raised their weapons and opened fire.
While the security was preoccupied with Dog, and with attempting not to die, Lochlyn kept on towards the elevators with his bodyguards.
But there was Aave, she was coming straight towards him. "We'll handle this." One of Lochlyn's bodyguards said, both men drawing their batons and pistols simultaneously.
"Come on!" One of the men shouted as they raised their weapons and opened fire.
Jaeda and Monique, by this time, had already made their way to the same building that Lochlyn was in. They were sitting atop the roof, but had already popped open a window to allow themselves inside.
Aave had quickly slid behind a wall as the men drew their guns. She slipped her own pistol from her hip, waiting for her ability to recharge. She did not have to get to Lochlyn fast, so she was willing to wait. No hurry, but no mistakes. She could not kill these human men, being a Supernatural, but she could maim them as she pleased.
Aave had quickly slid behind a wall as the men drew their guns. She slipped her own pistol from her hip, waiting for her ability to recharge. She did not have to get to Lochlyn fast, so she was willing to wait. No hurry, but no mistakes. She could not kill these human men, being a Supernatural, but she could maim them as she pleased.
Expertly the men let their clips fall and moved to reload their weapons to continue their attack on Aave. As they advanced so did Lochlyn. To one it would appear they were trying to get as close to the elevators as they could to get Lochlyn on one and back up to his office.
"After all this gunfire the cops should be on their way. You're going to prison if we don't kill you first, girl." One of the bodyguards said loudly.
"Give up." Lochlyn said, his words echoing down the hall and eventually down Aave's ear canals. "You can't win." He said to her. His words attempting to act as the virus they were.
Planting the seeds of doubt in Aave's head and hoping she would allow them to sprout up. "You and those who you came with will only die if you continue. Surrender." Lochlyn said.
"After all this gunfire the cops should be on their way. You're going to prison if we don't kill you first, girl." One of the bodyguards said loudly.
"Give up." Lochlyn said, his words echoing down the hall and eventually down Aave's ear canals. "You can't win." He said to her. His words attempting to act as the virus they were.
Planting the seeds of doubt in Aave's head and hoping she would allow them to sprout up. "You and those who you came with will only die if you continue. Surrender." Lochlyn said.
Pretarupa, upon hearing these words, sank to the ground. It was as though he had sucked the energy right out of her. For a moment, it caused panic, and she began to fret, but she had to remember something-
"-Aave, are you there? Report. We have a mission to do." said Jaeda. "Ondonae and myself are on the top floor. Aave? Reply!"
The Banshee stared straight ahead, her head against the wall. It may have been helpless, but when did that stop her? It wasn't as if she could do anything else. It was more helpless to defy Hatyara, at this point. Like Dog, she was a slave.
And slaves didn't have a choice.
So Aave stood up, rounded the wall, and aimed for the kneecaps of the men shooting at her.
"-Aave, are you there? Report. We have a mission to do." said Jaeda. "Ondonae and myself are on the top floor. Aave? Reply!"
The Banshee stared straight ahead, her head against the wall. It may have been helpless, but when did that stop her? It wasn't as if she could do anything else. It was more helpless to defy Hatyara, at this point. Like Dog, she was a slave.
And slaves didn't have a choice.
So Aave stood up, rounded the wall, and aimed for the kneecaps of the men shooting at her.
"You're a strong one." Lochlyn said to Aave as his men were shot, both dropping and grabbing their shattered knees. Yelling out in pain, but Lochlyn ignored them. Instead he stepped over their bodies.
"You won't win against me." Lochlyn told Aave, "As we speak my people are sending security footage to the police force." That was only half true, the cameras were recording and the footage would go to the police. But it wasn't being sent to them as things happened.
The wail of sirens caught Lochlyn's ear, prompting him to gesture back towards the lobby. "You hear that? It's them. If you surrender, agree to turn over those who conspire with you I'll give you work. I'll kep you out of prison." Lochlyn told Aave.
"Join the side that'll win this battle."
"You won't win against me." Lochlyn told Aave, "As we speak my people are sending security footage to the police force." That was only half true, the cameras were recording and the footage would go to the police. But it wasn't being sent to them as things happened.
The wail of sirens caught Lochlyn's ear, prompting him to gesture back towards the lobby. "You hear that? It's them. If you surrender, agree to turn over those who conspire with you I'll give you work. I'll kep you out of prison." Lochlyn told Aave.
"Join the side that'll win this battle."
"I don't call the shots." said Aave in a deadpan. "Sorry."
She shot at Lochlyn, despite knowing they would not do a thing. Meanwhile, Jaeda and Monique were rushing down the stairs.
Aave just had to hold out and shoot. "I'm not strong. I have no other purpose. Giving up is not an option. I am not doing this in hope. To hope is to dream. To hope is to be free."
She walked around Lochlyn, keeping her distance as she emptied her gun.
She shot at Lochlyn, despite knowing they would not do a thing. Meanwhile, Jaeda and Monique were rushing down the stairs.
Aave just had to hold out and shoot. "I'm not strong. I have no other purpose. Giving up is not an option. I am not doing this in hope. To hope is to dream. To hope is to be free."
She walked around Lochlyn, keeping her distance as she emptied her gun.
If the cops came in and saw that he was shot, with no wounds, that would mean they would start asking even more questions. He didn't need that. He couldn't have that.
"You call your own shots, sadly..." Lochlyn began, "I have to kill you for your lack of ability to call the right shot." Lochlyn told the woman, charging towards her quickly to try grabbing her throat.
THe police were just arriving, Charlotte, the detective that had visited earlier, arriving on the scene as well. They had probably come across Dog fighting the remnants of the security force, they need a littl extra support if he turned on them.
"You call your own shots, sadly..." Lochlyn began, "I have to kill you for your lack of ability to call the right shot." Lochlyn told the woman, charging towards her quickly to try grabbing her throat.
THe police were just arriving, Charlotte, the detective that had visited earlier, arriving on the scene as well. They had probably come across Dog fighting the remnants of the security force, they need a littl extra support if he turned on them.
He had caught her, he did, though the Banshee did even attempt to dodge or get out of his way. Instead, she phased right through the man, her form turning from a solid to an ethereal form of light. She backed up as two figures appeared on the indoor balcony on the second floor, above.
Jaeda and Monique had flipped on their masks, as well, which resembled fearsome beasts that one would see in Aslund's forests. The white-haired slayer flipped the rifle from her back and took careful aim at Lochlyn.
"...gotcha."
Without any further hesitation, she pulled the trigger.
Jaeda and Monique had flipped on their masks, as well, which resembled fearsome beasts that one would see in Aslund's forests. The white-haired slayer flipped the rifle from her back and took careful aim at Lochlyn.
"...gotcha."
Without any further hesitation, she pulled the trigger.
That was interesting. The woman could phase right through him. It seemed familiar, he wasn't actually sure where he'd seen it. His mind began to turn it's gears and try to figure out why the ability was so familiar. Before he could piece it together He felt something hit him.
A bullet? No, it was stronger than a normal bullet. It felt different.
Lochlyn's hands began to shake, his eyes moving down towards them to watch. "Smart." He said to himself, shaking hands moving to grab his suit and jacket. With one quick motion the man tore the clothing from his body.
Beneath the clothing was a man with an imposing physique. But it was only to be expected from a man so tall, right? It was different, the man's veins began to show through his skin. Each time his heart beat one could almost see it through said veins.
"You've made things harder for me." Lochlyn said loudly, his English accent disappearing for one much closer to Norwegian or Icelandic. Close to the accent one usually heard from Vikings.
"And for you."
A bullet? No, it was stronger than a normal bullet. It felt different.
Lochlyn's hands began to shake, his eyes moving down towards them to watch. "Smart." He said to himself, shaking hands moving to grab his suit and jacket. With one quick motion the man tore the clothing from his body.
Beneath the clothing was a man with an imposing physique. But it was only to be expected from a man so tall, right? It was different, the man's veins began to show through his skin. Each time his heart beat one could almost see it through said veins.
"You've made things harder for me." Lochlyn said loudly, his English accent disappearing for one much closer to Norwegian or Icelandic. Close to the accent one usually heard from Vikings.
"And for you."