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Offline [archive] Skinweaver

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Re: Covering Tracks
« Reply #15 on: January 25, 2007, 05:06:00 AM »
                "It's not impossible to trace. Just give me a minute."
 
 A pale man in a plaid shirt and short, blonde hair hammered furiously at his keyboard. Operating screens and measurements flickered back and forth on his monitor at an incredible speed. He knew what he was doing and this was just routine at this point. Soon the already familiar video clip of the burning vampire showed up once again on the screen accompanied by various statistics and timetables.
 
 "Got it! I've traced the original upload of the video to the system of a certain Matthew Robertson, 36 Valhalla avenue of Hawkport. Less than nine hours from our current position." He gave his fellow teammates a reassuring grin.
 
 One of them cleared his throat and stood up, his deep bellowing voice that had earned him the nickname "Big Cat" echoed in the mostly empty locale.
 "Yeah, but how can we tell that this thing is genuine? You know they stage these things once in a while to throw us off track. Remember what the Cardinal told us about that thing in the 18th century and how the Ancients supposedly sparked the whole Dracula thing to make people think of them as fairytales. They did a pretty damn good job from what I can tell, Blondie."
 
 Another of the hunters mumbled something under his breath and Big Cat nudged him with an elbow to encourage him to speak up. "I *said* that I've seen enough of these unholy shitsuckers burn to recognise it when I see one." He said.
 The others knew that it was true. They couldn't deny what they had seen. Blondie picked up a black cellphone and dialed.
 
 "Cardinal Vivaldi? We've found another nest. The freaks really screwed up this time so finding them won't be a problem... yeah we're sure... so we'll go with the usual fifty cheese per head and the standard bonus for any Elders we ash in the process? Alright. I'll get back to you, Cardinal. Arrividerci."
 
 He turned toward the rest of the team who were already reaching for their weapons.
 "Alright, gentlemen. You know the drill. Get your stuff and we'll meet at the van in 15 minutes from now. No exeptions, no bullshit. I won't let this turn into another Salt Lake City incident..."
                       

 

                                                  

Offline [archive] ChaoticDrahauk

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Re: Covering Tracks
« Reply #16 on: January 25, 2007, 03:36:00 PM »
                Tuloskiv's car screeched to a halt outside of the block where the apartment in which the newest execution had been performed. He stepped out of the car and took out a packet of cigarettes. Slowly, he removed one, and took out a lighter, lit up, and inhaled deeply. Despite the fact that it had no effect upon him since he was dead, it still felt somehow, relaxing.
 "They shall be out soon...I hope."
 From his pocket he removed an old, moth-eaten pamphlet, with an eye within a triangle gracing the front, and slowly read through it.
 "Hopefully this should prove of interest to the council if my soldiers do not."
 Any minute now the council representatives would emerge from the block of apartments. He inhaled deeply...
 Suddenly Tuloskiv realised something
 "Shit! Quickly ghoul, contact the brothers. Command them to congregate near the council chambers. We cannot let the hunters near to the elders!"
 "As you wish, master."
 The ghoul took out his mobile and made several quick calls.
 "If I can stop the hunters from getting to the elders maybe...maybe my people can be saved."                        

 

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« Reply #17 on: February 04, 2007, 09:28:00 PM »
                ((a thoroughly annoyed Azrael resolutly punches C-L in the nose and grabs the proverbial tiller of the story.))
 
 There was blood on my suit. I wiped at it passively, to no avail. I'm used to getting some blood on me every once and again, but I liked this suit.
 
 I looked dispassionatly down at the pile of ashes that was once a scared confused girl named kate johnson. I felt nothing. All of my feeling went with her golden hair, plummeting off the balcony and bursting into flames, illuminating the night.
 
 I flicked the safety back on on my 9mm, and holstered it back into my shoulder rig. The poker was waiting just beyone the door. I didn't say anything. I didn't have to. He knodded to me, and i knodded back. The job was done. Time to go report. We walked back down the percarious staircase and through the dank foyer, out the shattered door. On the street, beside my own car, another was waiting. sitting on the hood was a man.
 
 No, not a man. A thing. A thing like me. Blood of my blood. Standing next to him, chattering away on a mobile telephone, was another man, this one more human, but not completely. I reflexivly reached into my jacket, feeling one of my 9mms in its holster. The poker sensed my tension and spotted the two. He took a step back and to the side from me, towards my car. The thing sitting on the hood, smoking a cigarette in a thin parody of moral habit, noticed us at last and, dropping hte carconogen and rubbing it out with his heel, walked brisquly towards us. I grew more tense, and studied his body language, his face, to see what his intentions were. He had unremarkable features, save for a thin scar running across his face on one side, and the way he moved, i could see he was carrying. I steeled myself for a fight, and spoke.

 
 "I am an offical of the high council. This site is off limits to all kind, mortal or otherwise. State your buisness, or prepare yourself."                        

 

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Offline [archive] ChaoticDrahauk

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Re: Covering Tracks
« Reply #18 on: February 05, 2007, 02:38:00 PM »
                In Reply To #23
 (Just for future referrence, the scar is on his throat)
 
 Tuloskiv rose his hands slowly, open, as a sign that he meant no harm towards the representative.
 "I know who you work for, kindred. That is the very reason for which I have come here. I believe that we can assist eachother in this little...situation. I have my brothers stationed at specific points in this city, keeping watch for hunters. I will help you in your plight, but you must promise me that I can meet with the council afterwards."
 The ghoul finished chattering on the mobile, and whispered to his master, "It is done"
 "Thankyou" Tuloskiv responded, and promptly lit a second cigarette in anticipation of the answer he would recieve
                       

 

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Re: Covering Tracks
« Reply #19 on: February 06, 2007, 10:08:00 AM »
                ***KRRRRAAAAAAAAAAAAAANNGG!***
 
 The noise rattled through my head, like fingernails down a blackboard. I turned around in my hovel under the subway, looking for the source of the sound.  Maybe dinner has come to me for once ...
 
 No.
 
 The hobos are not stupid any more - seeking an easier resting place under the iron rails no longer appeals to them of late.  
 
 ***KRRRRAAAAAAAAAAAAAANNGG!***
 
 Jesus H. Bloody Christ !!!!
 
 "What are you doing to me !?!?!?", I cry out, to the uncaring cosmos.  There was only silence to return my primeval call of anguish, as there always is for these many years.  Silent noise, a noise only I can hear.  I hear the noise.  Only I can hear the noise.
 
 Maybe the noise is meant for me to hear then ??
 
 "Concentrate !!  Stop thinking of anything else, you stupid fuck !!"
 
 ***KRRRRAAAAAAAAAAAAAANNGG!***
 
 The sound is more distinct as it echoes off into the eternity of night.  It is as if sibilant syllable whispers its shout into my mind.  
 
 Silly bulls !!  
 
 Hahahahaa !!  The hobos are scared !!  My herd is scared.  Their minds are whispering, screaming, whimpering something so important to them that they cannot help but tell me what it is !!  Let us listen to the chorus on Radio HOBO !!!
 
 "KKKKKKKRRRRist ..."
 
 "AAAAAAAre ..."
 
 "baaaANNNGG ..."
 
 Oh, the pure chaos is coursing through my lifeless brain, feeling its way in my blood, tingling with all the sensations that I once knew.  Christ is back and He is packing. Hahahahahaha !!!!  Prince of Peace with a .38 !!
 
 What to do now !?!?
 
 Scared and lonely, I am.  Must hide, I must hide from the Avenging Angels of the Lord !!
 
 ..... Or shall the Bogeyman slide his way along the shadows, seeking the eternal Damnation that only he can provide ??                        

 

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Offline [archive] RakishAzrael

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Re: Covering Tracks
« Reply #20 on: February 06, 2007, 07:12:00 PM »
                ((thinks about that little guy from the wizard of oz "nobody sees the wizard!" rofl))
 
 Who does this stray think he is? I almost laughed. Almost. I dont laugh.
 
 "Nobody sees the Council, unless the Council asks to see them. Period. Now vacate the area."
 
 The stray looked genuingly suprised by my response. I never looked genuinely anything. He opened his mouth to protest.
 
 "If you have intelligence to share, share it with me, and I will report it to the Council. If there are hunters abroad, the council will issue a lockdown, in which case you should barricade yourself in your haven and await further information."
 
 The stray almost looked outraged. His pet shrank back from us, and I felt my power as a tingle in my fingertips, and the soles of my feet.
 
 "Share whatever intel you posesses, or if you possess none, BLOW."                        

 

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Offline [archive] ChaoticDrahauk

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Covering Tracks
« Reply #21 on: February 06, 2007, 08:06:00 PM »
                In Reply To #26
 Desperate to find a way in which he could see the council, but ensuring that this was not visible to this...this hitman, not even a true assassin, Tuloskiv took out the pamphlet and handed it to the representative.
 "Give that to your superiors. Do not read ANY of what is held within, lest you wish to understand that which you truly could not handle. We shall meet again, I can assure you of that. But remember, I and my kindred are not under the council's jurisdiction, so their lockdown shall mean nothing to I or my brothers"
 Tuloskiv sniffed the air suspiciously, extended his index finger, and broke of the nail completely. He subsequently drew a circle around him using the nail.
 "Do not cross through this circle. Contact with my kindred, even verbal, requires protection. This circle is all that does thusly. Pass through it, and you shall become of our cursed blood"
 Tuloskiv sniffed the air again, and went towards his car, followed by the ghoul. He abruptly stopped before going in, holding up his hand.
 "Soon this city will be crawling with hunters. I advise that you gain your allies where you can find them"
 He quickly disappeared into the car, his ghoul closing the door and going into the front, and the pair sped off.                        

 

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