Frost Yuro's Story

It was now time to leave the comforts of his west London home and to exchange it for a mildew stained one room flat above the Wounded Pig; some months ago Xeno had worked out a deal with the owner which would allow the inventor to stay in the cold and damp single room above his place of businessman.

The owner having promised to keep Xeno's true identity a secret and to ask no questions of him, this was the perfect arrangement to keep ones true purpose hidden from the inquisitive eyes of the law and public.

His quest was simple, to find the ones responsible for the death of his girlfriend, an America woman by the name of Marion Fuller.

After donning the last few articles of clothing Xeno took the last few steps which would take him from the world he knew and ultimately into the very heart of the disease ridden streets of Whitechapel.

There were still a few items that Xeno needed to pick up before making his way to the east side of London, stepping into the four-wheel carriage Gilder commanded his personal coachmen to take him to the 'Gallery of Armors' shop located between Moorfield St Langburn Court.

Upon arriving at the shop Xeno was greeted by the owner and his friend J.D. Kroth, taking him into the backroom Kroth handed Xeno the items he had ordered. Some weeks ago he had order two Gauntlets of Plate steel, which ran him about £12/20s and Full Plate Armor, which at £80/5s was a fairly costly item, Xeno would take these new items with him to the Wounded Pig, making certain to walk up the back stairs as to avoid suspicion.

Several minutes after arriving at the Wounded Pig Xeno would hear the strangest sound he had ever heard around these parts-Silence.

Then after a few brief moments he began to hear the faint sounds of a single individual talking, something about this person's tone of voice screamed 'Authority and Command'-Perhaps a constable.

Gilder's naturally inquisitive mind wondered at the possibility of who was speaking and for what purpose had they demanded silence from the rabble of drunken patrons. Stepping out of his dingy room Xeno made his way down several staircase steps before halting his movements.

"I am interested in joining this effort." Came a call from the slightly shadowed stranger upon the staircase.

Tiaan - Wounded Pig Inn

it as a came a surprise to see more people step forward. Many people she would never have imagined even volunteering. This could perhaps be quite interesting, taking initative she decided introduction were necessary, "Me name is Tiaan and yours 're?" while she waited for replies she turned to the copper and grinned, "Rob Roy needs sum 'elp eh?"

The police man turned to her, "Yes as a matter of fact, Ms. I'm quite surprised by how much we got here. We of course must be careful though, so as a precaution I shall send you on an errand, a local serial killer by the name of Slasher Vahn is rumoured to be in this area, he's been a big problem for the men at Scotland Yard for a while now, since he's quite aristocratic, break into his house and kill him." as if waiting he continued, "I warn you now, this assignment though it has nothing to do with my main request, is a good way for me to see if I made the right decision."

A little confused by this request, Tiaan asked, "Wot abaht spring-heeled jack grasshopper?" her harsh accent seeming almost pantomime.

"For now, I need to see I can trust you. The reward for Slasher Vahn Dead or Alive is 500 pounds." seeming to pause he added, "Do you accept?"

"Fine, I daan't kna abaht me china plates 'ere, but i'll do it."

Nodding he looked to the others, "Tiaan accepted, how do the rest of you feel and can I please get your names?"

"Names?" Came the loud questioning exclamation of the shaded fellow at the tip top of the rickety staircase.

"Xeno Gilder, that is my name. And my good sir, you will find no Zed at the tip of that signature, but only a grand ol' X."

He then fell into silence in order to give others the chance at introductories.

The Dhampir was very surprised at the group that had formed, none of the humans looked like they could handle themselves in a fight but then again humans had always surprised him on situations like this. Four females, two looked rugged and scrappy the other two looked like they had never had to struggle to survive their entire lives but the youngest looking of them all made him uneasy, she smelt of death but she was no vampire or zombie and this lack of knowledge of this little creature was unsettling to him. The males on the other hand held no surprises not even the man in the gas mask worried him despite his lack of face for which Anvar could see. The policeman had spoken up about wanting the group to prove themselves as trust worthy, the fact was if the small man actually knew what he was then no task in the world would gain his trust, for who would trust a creature that fed on humans as if they were cattle? No one that's who but back to the matter at hand, Slasher Vahn that was a name he was familiar with, he had even thought of taking up the chance of taking him down but the opertunity had never arrisen. The small woman who had offered his help had accepted all conditions.

"Tiaan accepted, how do the rest of you feel and can I please get your names?" The officer asked and withing a moment he heard a bellowing voice. "Xeno Gilder, that is my name. And my good sir, you will find no Zed at the tip of that signature, but only a grand ol' X." The halfling turned around to see the figuire on the staires, a rather finely dressed gentleman who's attire put even his countly garbs to shame, he tip his wide brimmed hat to the man who called himself Xeno. He turned around to the policeman looking down on him as the Dhampire stood a couple of heads taller than him. "I accept the terms too but I must ask that I'm paid in something rather different." His low voice echoed in the inn, holding a rather mesmorizing tone to it but he whispered his prise, several phials of human blood. "And as for my name you should have been listening the first time." His voice was emotionless and held a matter of fact tone to it and he sat back into the nearest chair to allow the others to have their say.

Constable Ryhart Winters - Wounded Pig

"Well it appears you all in agreement of the mission." he smiled as if he made a joke, "I warn you now and only now don't underestimate Slasher Vahn, he's no dandy or foppish fool, he's wild, calculating and extremely cold, to be honest I doubt any of you will survive this, but if you do then I know you can take Jack." turning away he smiled at a nearby brown haired woman before looking at them again, "Well what you waiting for, I expect results if you think you can't handle this, go now, otherwise leave and get me Slasher Vahn." With that he walked away from the stage, gingerly removing his helmet and placing his arm round the woman, "I'm off duty luv, care for a little a rogering." she grinned and led him up the stairs.

Tiaan - Wounded Pig

Tiaan simply stared and scowled, "Lucky for some eh!" sighing she looked at the party, her accent slipping, "So, who's actually useful here, I'm dab hand at throwing daggers and making sure people understand, no means no." she winked and turned to a gent, grabbing his shoulder, she grinned and said, "This is best part!" electrical energy suddenly shot from her gloves and caused the guy to collapse.

Someone gasped but the others just shrugged and carried on drinking, turning to the party she awaited their reactions before announcing smugly, "Stun gloves luv, save a girl a bit of bother, just be glad it wasn't his chest, otherwise he be more than outcold" she laughed a little.

"Hm...Well at least there's a few beauties.." Frost muttered to himself as he sussed everyone out. He was ignoring all the introductions but not on purpose surprisingly. He was too busy looking everyone up and down, curiously. The male found a lot of them interesting. Very interesting. Especially the young girl and the masked male. Curious as to what the young girl was capable of as well as the masked man and what was under that mask of his. Frost got too carried away with his thinking of others that he even forgot about introducing himself and before he knew it the Officer had left. The Criminal raised a brow with a puzzled expression on his face after missing quite a lot.

But then, there was Tiaan, whom he saw use her rather interesting gloves on an innocent man. Frost's face lit up and his smile widened to as wide as it could go, whilst clapping. "Oh my that was precious!" He laughed, wiping away a tear of joy. Her gloves looked fun to use, but they weren't stylish or pretty enough for him to be too interested. Frost found Tiaan's display rather cute, showing off in front of everyone, how adorable! He thought.

"Skills huh? Wouldn't it be more fun to let others find out about your skills on their own? It would be a lovely surprise!" Frost wasn't really sure who he was speaking to, he assumed everyone would find it aimed at themselves and hoped they'd agree with him. The male did love surprises after all, it made things much more exciting.

"So...What was it we had to do again? I'm sorry I wasn't paying attention." Frost laughed softly, finding it quite amusing.

Janier stood beside the crowd; absently watching the people join the effort. What was she here for? Had Randall decided that she was to help these people? Janier tilted her head and blinked. These people all looked dangerous but that didn’t excite fear in her ticking chest. She thoughtful mind played around with several ideas but she gave them up upon the officer finally speaking, responding to the woman near him.

"Yes as a matter of fact, Ms. I'm quite surprised by how much we got here. We of course must be careful though, so as a precaution I shall send you on an errand, a local serial killer by the name of Slasher Vahn is rumored to be in this area, he's been a big problem for the men at Scotland Yard for a while now, since he's quite aristocratic, break into his house and kill him." Janier nodded as she began to understand what she was supposed to do, "I warn you now, and this assignment though it has nothing to do with my main request, is a good way for me to see if I made the right decision." Janier nodded again and straightened stiffly. Killing things happened to be easy.

The woman spoke up again and Janier stared at her. "Wot abaht spring-heeled jack grasshopper?" The thick accent was unusual and it took Janier a bit longer to process the words. Who was Spring-heeled Jack? Was that her original goal? She shifted on the balls of her feet, becoming restless. After all was said and done, the woman decided to take on the job and Janier helplessly stood there. What would Randall have wanted her to do? He had said to be good and help the officers. Janier brightened cheerfully but didn’t smile. Yes, he wanted her to help the officers so that meant she would do exactly that.

She waited patiently as the Officer wandered off with a woman in tow and then turned to her comrades. She supposed that’s what they were, since Randall had something or another about the matter. She put their faces, features and names to memory before deciding to speak up about herself and follow the bouncing ball. “I am Janier Rulpe. It is pleasant to meet all of you.” She paused confusedly then went all remembering the rest of what she was supposed to say. “I hope we can work well in the near future.” This time she remembered to hold out her hand but didn’t necessarily point it at any person in particular, just to the first to take it.

Anvar simply watched the girl, Tiaan, discharge a jolt of electricity from her gloves into some poor unsuspecting man, knocking him out cold. That was unnessesary, he thought rather displeased at the young woman's action and the fact that she was pleased with herself didn't help either but as usual none of this showed on his face as he sat there observing her. He then turned his attention to the blonde haired girl who called herself Vera, a foreign, introduced herself rather modestly, something that Tiaan seemed to lack but she was drowned by the clapping of the gentlman over the little scene a moment ago. "So.. What was it we had to do again? I'm sorry I wasn't paying attention." He queried.

The Dhampir looked up at the man before standing up in the blink of an eye and was now looking down, his goggles reflecting the poor lighting so the red gleam hid his equally red eyes. "We been ordered to assassinate a murderer who's proven to be untouchable by the authorities due to his social status." He now took a full look of Frost, he dressed like a gentleman but the way he held himself and spoke said otherwise. "Now you know." He was about to sit down agaim but another voice broke the usual chatter of the inn. "I am Janier Rulpe. It is pleasant to meet all of you. I hope we can work well in the near future." The voice came from the girl who reaked of death but not decay as if she was a slab of meet on a block of ice, she held out her hand to the group to which Anvar looked at each of the members before deciding to be the first. He gripped her small hand in his. He was shocked as to how cold her flesh was, very similar to the half-breed's own.

"You might not think it's so pleasant after some of us show our true colours." His deep voice still devoid of any human emotion. As they were shaking he could have sworn he heard a ticking noise, like that of a pocket watch but she probably held one in her garments somewhere. He turned to face Tiaan one more time. "As for skills well let's just say....." And in less then a heart beat he was behind her, his bastard sword, held in one hand, millimetres from her throat. "I'm quite the swordsman." As quickly as the blade was threatening her throat it was resting on his back, he wasn't intending to threaten hermerely show what she was dealing with. He was now infront of her looking down on the small girl, head cocked slightly to the left, the rare bit of emotion, amusement, on his face as he removed his goggles so his eyes were clear to everyone.

"Well girl, do you think you could stop my heart with your gloves?" He asked as those crimson orbs of his pierced hers with their gaze.

Tiaan - Wounded Pig Inn

Shaking her head she paled a little, touching her neck, "That really wasn't needed..." her accent had slipped again, but perhaps no one notice. "As for what you are, I'd ask the Undertaker he no doubt is used to dealing with your kind.". Trying her best to regain the accent, she continued, "Nah matter though, but if ya try that again, ya will learn these aint me only weapons."

Sighing she turned and looked around and wondered once again was this smart? Not to mention the fact she knew exactly what family Slasher Vahn was from and they wouldn't appreciate this. She couldn't warn them though, which was a problem as this family weren't above killing people in their sleep. Tiaan sighed and turned away as in deep in thought, she could make this easier, but it would be so risky for her. Besides it's not like she was invested in any of these people, sure she could make friends, but who could she trust. Her Uncle had spies everywhere, no doubt if they did off Slasher Vahn there would be repercussions. It pissed her off because the police had once again ignored the upheaval something like this would cause.

As for how much she knew about Slasher Vahn, maybe she could risk a bit more, coughing she tried to get groups attention, her eyes darting around and her accent shaky, "Slasher vahn likes ter 'ave people for Jim Skinner..."

It was vague, but how could she say more without risking them figuring out more.

"Ooooh I see, thank you! How exciting! A supposed challenge." Frost said happily, giggling softly to himself; he liked the attention, that was one of the main reasons why he acted the way he did. He watched as Anvar moved so quickly, it took him a while to realise he was over to Tiaan. He covered his mouth with the tips of his finger tips of his left hand, and grinned wickedly.

Frost found that to be simply amazing! "Whooooa that was damn cool! Nice sword," he said to the Dhampire, once again applauded. So far he already like Tiaan and Anvar, they were the most amusing so far.
He then looked back over at the young female, Janier, "oh pleasure to meet you Miss Janier!" Frost exclaimed happily before shaking her hand after Anvar. He hadn't touched another human or human looking person for many years now, so it was a bit of a shock and pleasure to know what another's flesh felt like, without being creepy for once.

The Criminals attention moved back to Tiaan, "Jim Skinner aye?" Frost knew quite a lot about White chapel, but there were a few things he didn't know completely about. Hopefully that would change today. "So, Tiaan you seemed t'be rather close with the Officer, so surely he already trusts you yes?" The male grew curious. If the Officer already trusted her, (he'd just assume for now,) why was she being put to this 'test'. Was it so he looked fair? Or was she some sort of baby sitter? The guide perhaps? Many thoughts wandered though his mind, although many of them were probably not important.

Tiaan - Wounded Pig

Watching the going ons she only just managed to hear the individual with the crazy glint, shrugging she replied, "I'm a busker, notice the bloomin' guitar golden dove.". Although it wasn't much of an answer, it did explain some things. Seeing how people were looking ready, she figured it be time to address the important issue, she doubt any had considered, "Since we're garn ter be workin' together, 'oo Pots And Dishes ter be the leader 'ere?". Sitting down on a table nearby, she listened for everyone reply, almost considering to leave, but despite her skill, she couldn't handle this on her own. Although if she did it, it would be a little easier for her to hide, a whole group going to his house was practically suicide. Not to mention downright insane.

Sighing she lifted the guitar over her shoulder and began to strum boredly while waiting for the group decide. One thing for sure, she didn't want to be the leader and it be downright mad for her to be. Half-listening she looked around and noticed at this point the gent had got back up. Lowering her head, she focused as much on the instrument as she could. Carved so exquisitely with a nice polish finish. It was memento of another time, a time where things were more in control.

It seemed that Tiaan had ignored his question, he shrugged it off anyway, and began glancing from person to person, smirking as he did so as one of the group members had returned back up the stairs; he didn't know who it was because he wasn't focusing on that one person.
Frost watched as, naturally, others were sussing out their group members too. The Criminal cupped his chin with his left hand's index finger and thumb, resting his elbow on his right arm as he thought. Everyone was so interesting and had a lot about them for him to discover.

Then, the question of who would be the leader arose and his smile widened. "I'd say it best to not choose a leader so quickly. Especially when we know hardly anything about each other; whoever wishes to be the leader, I think they should earn it. And earn the groups trust." For once Frost was being surprisingly mature for the moment. Usually in that sort of situation, he'd just point the first person his hand drifted to, and suggest him.
Frost knew for a fact that if he were the leader, he'd get everyone killed. He was confident in his skills but also very unconscious about consequences. The male would have no clue about what the others were capable. He'd only seen two of the group members reveal their skills, what was everyone else capable of? "Ooo I know this is going to be SO much fun!" He said excitedly to himself.

Tiaans's reaction to his little 'stunt' was satisfactory but it was her comment on calling for asking the Undertaker cause him to chuckle rather darkly. "You're looking at him, the best in all of Whitechapel, lass but not like you humans would ever acknowledge that." He remarked cooly after the chuckle had died and sat back down the chair he had been previously occupying, making himself comfortable as he listened to the rest of the group, pocketing his goggles as the cat was out of the bag now. He picked up the odd bit of conversations mostly the masked man who had seemed to withdraw from the group a bit, he seemed to be rather chatty to be shy, so why did he keep his distance from the main group? It didn't matter but it was just something Anvar would like to know but this was soon pushed out of his head as his mind soon returned to the task at hand, assassinating this Slasher fellow, it didn't take long for a plan to come to spring into place.

The girl he had threatened a moment ago had also seated, bringing out a rather finely carved instrument but not before mentioning about someone becoming the leader of these missfits. He was about to volunteer himself before the gentleman called Frost spoke up about them showing off their abilities before a leader being chosen so everyone knew how to use each other efficiently, it really wasn't a bad idea but Anvar was still confident with his years of experience to at least appoint himself as the leader. He looked up at the standing man, still trying to weigh him up in his mind whether he was an actual aristocrat "Well despite you having a good idea, I would still like to nominate myself to be the leader of this little group." His deep voice raised so that the two behind him would hear over their conversation. "You two behind me, Vera and the masked fellow come join us." He turned his head a fraction so he could look at Sculley, noticing the mans rather impressive prosthetic arm. "I want to ask you some questions, sir."

He waited a few moments for them, still sitting he put his hands together resting his stretched index fingers as he thought for a moment, staring through the mans eye holes, unblinking. "You're a doctor, right or work in some sort of medical field right?" He questioned but didn't give the lanky man a chance to answer. "By the reak of old blood on you I'd say you were, that or a murderer but you don't come across as a man who could take someone's life even if it depended on it." He was being rather blunt but he didn't care all he wanted was information from him. "What I wanted to ask is, are you familiar with hemlock or nightshade extract? Do you possibly have such items or would you be able to aquire such items or even better some arsenic?" If the man said yes then his plan would soon fall into place if not well then maybe they would simply have to rely on breaking in and slitting the man's throat as he slept.

Anvar reached out and took the vial, holding it between his index finger and thumb so he could look at the dark liquid in the dim light. It still amazes me how resilient yet fragile humans are, he thought with some amusement and looked up at the lanky man while giving him a nod of approval. "Thank you, this will help greatly and don't be so tense, I'm not going to bite." He could practical hear the man's ligaments creak and groan with how stiff the man was standing. "And one more thing, for the time being I am your leader not your master, no one owns you but you." He emphasised that last part greatly, he needed a man who could think for himself not a tool to be used. He was about to say something else when the foreigner spoke up. "What can I do for you, sir?" She asked, that question raised more qestions than answers.

His crimson eyes turned towards her body, noticing it's frail slender shape and stared deep within her's. "Well what can you do, miss? Everyone here seems to possess some sort of skill, from murder all the way to medical, a much more rare skill than the previous one." He asked, tossing the phial up and down a few times before placing it into an outer pocket of his duster. He listened intently to her before nodding at her reply, looking around at the small group. "Well if this is everyone let's get a move on." Standing up in one fluid motion and leading them out of the whore house.

Tiaan

Shrugging she followed the Dhampire out the Inn with the rest in tow. It appears this was the moment for action. Although poison was unlikely to work, she couldn't tell them why. Every family had secrets and it wasn't so much the police couldn't do anything, it's more they were afraid too. Sighing through her gasmask she wondered if she should mention anything, but it was far too risky and result would likely be worse. What could she do but play the role and hope people knew exactly what they were getting into. This though was a slim hope and she knew this, but this was merely a show and her a performer, the end result would likely be all dying. For now she would keep her mouth shut, for now she wouldn't speak or let true self be seen.

Resuming the façade she grinned and replied to no one in particular, "'eaven and 'ell, looks loike we're Frank Bough on a adventure, I wonder if we will die."

Coffin humour was her only way for now.

Hana leaned against a nearby table as she did what she had always done best. Listen and watch. After all, it wasn’t every day you had such a ragtag team in one area for such an outrageous purpose. And if these were the people she would be relying on, she felt it much better to learn more about them than to share information about herself.

The first woman who had stepped forward, Tiaan, definitely had a characteristic personality she could relate to. Especially with the demonstration of her stun gloves, Hana couldn’t help but wish for a pair herself. Though her confidence did come off as a bit out of place along with a busker with weapons; but not completely unusual. The streets are a dangerous place after all.

The second volunteer was a mystery in himself. Anvar, wasn’t it? The gentleman definitely did not lack in self-assurance; or skill for that matter. A gentleman and a quiet a talent with a blade…. He was one story she would have to keep an ear out for; even more so with the removal of his goggles. If anyone was going to be a current leader, she wouldn’t complain for the time being if this man truly could live up to the façade she had just witnessed.

And ah yes, dear old Sculley. He was one surprise she did not expect to find in White Chapel. His story was already known well to her and her family; but all the same he was well worth the entertainment. A doctor assigned to kill a man? Irony truly did seem to follow this group of people. It would be a pleasure working with the jumpy young man and seeing how he handled things.

Who was next? The other girl. Janier. Hana didn’t quite know what to make of her as she watched the other’s movements, as well as her own way of speaking. But once again, this was a strange group in unusual circumstances. Just about anything could be behind that young woman’s life story.

Now there’s also the youngest looking in the group. Vera. Definitely a foreigner from the accent. And the young woman seemed to hit it off quiet well with Sculley; something she would have to tease him with if she ever gets the chance. Though she couldn’t help but worry about the frail looking girl. Sure she may get a kick out of other’s plights from time to time, but seeing this pale young thing in such a place as this? Perhaps she would keep an extra eye on her for now.

Then of course there’s was the stranger from upstairs. There wasn’t really much she could gather about this Xeno person, other than a slight distaste for his demeanor. It wasn’t a feeling she could justify, but something about the man made her wonder how trustworthy he could be to everyone. What was she thinking! Trustworthy? Anyone in this tavern could slit a throat and walk away for all she knew, and even she couldn’t guarantee her own limits she would go to for another.

Speaking of limits, there’s of course the last member to join their little group. A fellow criminal if she remembered correctly. Hana couldn’t help but groan at the rumors she had heard about Frost from her family, and the man’s bargained price with the officer wasn’t helping to prove any of them wrong. But who was she to judge? He had sense about him with his point on waiting for a leader, so at least there was reassurance he wasn’t completely insane.

With one more glance at White Chapel’s standing hope… oh Lord that line just caused a wave of dread at the thought of it… Hana checked her pistol and knives to be secured and at hand before adjusting her scarf to tightly fit around her nose and mouth. A gas mask would have to be at the top of her list if the officer keeps to his word on that reward.

Following after the others Hana caught Tiaan’s question and couldn’t hold in the small laugh that escaped. “Probably, lass. Only question is when and how.” Hands slipping to rest in their usual place in her back pockets, Hana grinned beneath her scarf. “Personally I would prefer it not to be any time soon and a quick death at best.”

Frost smiled, after it seemed the leader was locked in, he place his cloth looking mask and followed the others outside. He'd just have to listen out for their names along the way, a few were already mentioned, so he'd keep those in mind.

As the group left, he was so thrilled about seeing what their abilities might be and that he would get a rose after this little 'trust' task set out for him and the group. No one ever intimidated Frost simply because he had not a care in the world about anything anymore.
His heeled boots clacked against some of the harder surfaces as they walked, his smiled wide as it could go. Then the Criminal noticed his very curled cutlass was dirtied. He frowned at the sight and quickly grabbed a cloth out of his pocket to wipe it. "Argh! Those damn, dirty Ghouls!" He cursed before pulling out the blade and cleaning it until it shined as he walked. "There we go! Now you're much beautiful," Frost began swooning over the blade, he most certainly did like it's beauty.