Raiha

[font=times][color=darkorchid]Consider yourself accepted, post in the Underground, then begin posting when I start Act Two.[/font][/color]

[COLOR=SeaGreen][font=times]Just a few more people should express their opinions before I decide. I love playing arbiter. Anyway: GO POST Kenneth. ....or mommy will get mad. Also, it is essentially confirmed that there will be another person joining us for Act Two. Possibly more than one person, but don't hold your breath.[/font][/COLOR]

[quote name='Flash']I could go either way, but if we're using this thread to organize our ideas/storylines, it seems kinda redundant to have a specific posting order as well..[/quote] [color=darkorchid][font=times]God my ego! It hurts! WAAAH! Okay...anyone else? In other news, open casting call for dirty cops, and drug gangsters. Tell your friends.[/font][/color]

[font=times][color=darkorchid]Now that, is a secret! And it' d be telling, and to be honest...I only like to brag after you've already seen the cameos... [b]Anyway[/b] ....two things that need to be addressed as soon as you are able. 1: POLL: I'll admit it wasn't the brightest idea to go into sudden ordered posting for the end of this act, so I'll ask you all. How many of you want me to abolish ordered posting from the RPG entirely and just have people use this thread for sorting out details instead? 2: Start submitting your orders of business that'll take place during Act Two, which will obviously have to be related or semi-related to the war at hand. Okay, get to work![/font][/color]

[color=darkorchid][font=times]Lots of things make me ecstatically happy. Bondage. Mixed drinks with coconut rum and ice. Folding nice fresh laundry after squeezing it close to my chest while it's fresh out of the dryer. Eating kiwis or fresh Oroblanco fruits. Feeding kads on Neopets one after the other until my eyes glaze over. Levelling up in video games. Singing in the shower while massaging tea trea shampoo into my scalp. Discovering the uneaten pumpkin pie left over in the fridge. Punching annoying girls. All of these things put me in good moods. [/font][/color]

[font=times][color=darkorchid][i]"So.... ...this is the little feral you accidentally let loose into the world." Behind iron and silver bars, crouched Linett as a young girl, her eyes wild and white, the gold obscured by her madness. The leader of the clan, her own flesh and blood stared down at her with a look of near pity. However, she was old enough to know disdain when she saw it. Half of Linett was terrified of the tall, distant vampire glaring at her small form, and the other half wanted to rip that smugness from his very face, to rend his body apart until his blood washed over her in a pure sweet river of death and destruction. "So... ...this is the little feral that won't feed like the rest of us." A different time, a different memory, but the same voice, the same way they called her the 'little feral.' In time, Linett had learned what it truly meant to be a feral. She was the nightmare of any civilized clan, forced into hiding whenever respectable company was about, both hated and feared. Some people respected her for her strength. These were the people that didn't look down on her for the madness she'd always lived with, but the people who would be content to sit with her silently for hours on end. There were also the people who knew what a valuable resource her frenzied killing sprees could be when properly channeled. Linett turned in her sleep and dreamed of death and fire and cages. A sort of enforcer, unleashed at times, and sequestered in her room at others. Granted, it was a very nice room. Spacious, airy, with a long drop from the window to the open grounds below. It hadn't taken Linett long to learn that she could fling herself from the window and almost float down to land unharmed. Once safely on the ground, she learned she was free to run for hours until the sun came up again. They had always told her to fear the sun, and without any other reason but because they said so, she did. But it was clever of her to obey them at least in that respect. Another side effect of her feral body was the elevated vampiric qualities in her. The ones that were afraid of sunlight, the longer fangs, her desire to always rest for hours while the hot sun burned in the sky. "Do you think of me? Do you dream of me? I always dream about you." Her brother knew her quirks, and knew better than to try and force her to talk to him when it was obvious she was upset. In time he'd even managed to instill within her a reverence for politeness. Kai called her the little feral too, but he did so in jest, and he did it because after a century of it, she no longer felt repulsed by the title. He would swing her around the hallways and watch her move gracefully between the pillars, dashing back and forth with that wild, instinctive skill. And Virgil? Linett knew he would probably use her, but her mind didn't quite fathom how he would use her, or even if it would even matter. In the secret quiet of Linett's mind, she liked Virgil's kindness the same way she liked how Kai was kind to her. She liked the way Virgil talked to her as if she was normal. And he was as polite as her brother had always been. Helena? Helena was not polite enough...but she wasn't rude either. She fit into the category of all the younger or ignorant vampires that lived in absolute fear of her. The dream changed again and a figure of black and red burst into Linett's vision, blinding her eyes until they burst wide open and she leapt out of bed. The hangings parted for her, and she stood alone in the middle of her bedroom, dressed in white, with the last rays of the sunset trickling across the hardwood floors. She sat down and began to rebraid her mussed hair, tying each with little red ribbons... ...humming to herself again.[/i] "I wonder how long I dreamed?" [i]Linett, fully awake for the first time in what felt like ages, finished cleaning herself, and dressed once more. Another singlet, long pants, a long sleeved tunic with a hood, but always the bare feet. She opened her door very slowly and looked out the door to discover an abandoned hall, much to her delight. With a happiness very near glee, she whipped herself through the door and bounded down the hall, nearly skipping, the only sound bare feet slapping and pattering across marble.[/i][/font][/color]

[COLOR=DarkOrchid][font=times]You're right Alan, rehab IS for quitters! As for alcohol... If I ever want to drink alcohol, I usually tend to do it right in my 19 year old room mates' faces, just to see them turn green with envy. It's so sweet to be legal in college you see. That and since I can do it, and I know what my limits are, I have yet to do anything remarkably stupid yet while drunk. As for that lap dance Charles got from me... And that morning after... Oh never mind that. Bottom line? Drugs are funny. People on drugs are funny. If you're threatened by them, just remember it's your own damn fault for sticking around after the injecting, swallowing, smoking.[/font][/COLOR]

[font=times][COLOR=MediumTurquoise]Actually I was thinking that Vicky would post, but if you two want to talk about it and hash out the details, don't mind me. [b]Unfortunately at this time, Vicky is totally swamped, so go ahead and POST Sandy and yell at Flash to get cracking for his while you're at it please.[/b] You'd also be upset by the way people on the drug mess up the females that are under you. Additionally, one of the two of you should have Luyii and Sai re enter the meeting nice and quiet like nothing happened.[/COLOR][/font]

[COLOR=DarkOrchid][font=times][i]The entire time Virgil spoke to her with the Voice, Linett's arms flailed, her eyes still wild, her screams horrible. As it began to take effect, her voice lowered, and she began to pant at odd intervals, breathless and high. He caught her up in his arms and noticed that not only had she already healed, but she had entered the true state of the feral after feeding. The odds were good that she would sleep for at least a full day and night before finally waking up. As Linett slumbered in the car, Helena looked at her, this time not flinching away. While she was sleeping, she looked almost peaceful, harmless even. Her eyes were closed, long lashes draped gracefully across the lids, and her hair fell over her forehead in graceful lines. She didn't look like a killer at all. She looked more like a sweet girl who was tired from a long day of pleasant and utterly normal pursuits. As Virgil pulled into the round driveway leading up to the entrance, he saw the still figure of Kai at the door. He wasn't surprised. Kai Meron Dynn was one of the more politically powerful figures within the clan, and as Linett's brother, the only other man who could understand her, loved her, cherished her as he would if she was normal. Virgil parked and stepped out as Kai walked up, an imposing figure in a perfectly pressed suit. His demeanor was always polite, even to people he disliked, but Virgil he could honestly say he did like.[/i] "Is she hurt? I heard her screaming." "She got wounded, but she took her revenge. I had to put her into the deep sleep early though, before she ate one of my men's hands." "Sounds like Linett alright. Thanks for making sure she didn't do anything the higher ups would punish her for." "It's more their fault than hers. She can't help what she is." [i]Kai's wry smile wasn't lost on Virgil as he opened the side door and pulled Linett out, giving Helena a polite smile. Holding her like a child, her brother carried her across the threshold into the palace, and up the stairs to her bedroom. Once inside, he closed the door behind him to discourage prying eyes and took off her bloodied and torn clothes, wiping away the dried blood, and dressing her in a clean white nightgown. He tucked her in the four poster bed she spent a lot of time in. As he did, he noticed her eyes moving under the eyelids, and her lips moving silently. Probably dreaming blood dreams. After she fed, she was always tired. And Virgil had sent her to sleep faster than it would've normally set on. Kai was satisfied. He closed the drapes around her bed and shut the door behind her. Meanwhile, entered into the wild dreams induced by her frenzied feeding, Linett wandered through dark hallways, searching for a room within thousands of rooms, looking for an book she couldn't read. In a language long forgotten, taken from the heart of the past. Time meant nothing to her, past or present, she couldn't know... ... She turned her head in her sleep, drawing the covers closer to her body, curling up in a fetal position. A picture of innocence.[/i][/font][/COLOR]

[COLOR=DarkOrchid][font=times][center]Act One: Set The Stage Scene: Aside ~~~~~~~~~[/center] [i]Luyii slipped through the side door and shut it slowly behind her, looking up to see Sai furiously pacing down the hallway. She walked down the hall after him, not moving quickly. One of the side rooms held Lai and several other servants watching the meeting on closed satellite transmission, intent on the huge screen. She shook her head and followed after Sai, catching his arm as he spun around in mid pace. He nearly swung at her before he realized it was in fact Luyii and not one of the White Prince's lackeys. He lowered his had apologetically and she smiled forgivingly. He removed his glasses and held them loosely in one hand, giving her a gentle look.[/i] "I'm sorry about that." "What are you sorry for?" [i]She placed her hand on his cheek, her brows knitted together in some confusion. Sai sighed to himself once and looked away. His mouth worked silently, and the hand holding his sunglasses became a fist, which accidentally crushed them. He dropped the pieces and looked up again, sheepish.[/i] "For nearly ruining the meeting. I just couldn't stand what he said-" "Don't be sorry. One of the six basic things women love the most is when their men stand up for them in front of everyone." "Do I even want to know the other five?" "Good sex, chocolate, shopping, romantic candlelight dinners, and bubble baths." [i]She rattled them off like a laundry list, hardly skipping a beat. The War Dragon finally managed a half smile. Luyii showed perfectly white teeth in her own returning smile, and slipped her hand from her face to his suit lapels. She raised her left hand to hold the other and drew him closer to her body, putting her lips close to his ear.[/i] "We'll see if we can't skip from the bath straight to the sex later on tonight." [i]Her smile seemed to light up the room, and Sai felt his anger slowly departing. It vanished almost completely when she jerked him against her, pressing her lips against his, arms thrown around his neck. His hands found their way to her silk covered hips and the two staggered back into the far wall, tongues dueling for dominance. With a gasp, he managed to pull away, with Luyii persistently dragging her teeth against his lower lip.[/i] "Not right now, they'll be missing us in the meeting." [i]She smirked at him once and wiped a smear of her lipstick from his cheek. Then she untangled herself from his arms and walked back down the hall, with him close behind. As they passed the room where Lai and the others were still watching the movie, Lai caught Luyii's eye and the two exchanged one of those wordless, three second conversations. "Player, using him like that." "Oh get bent you bitch, you'd have done it too." "Guilty."[/i][/font][/COLOR]

[COLOR=DarkOrchid][font=times][i]I crouched next to the man that had always treated me well, and called 911 at the same time. He was fading, I could tell, but even if that crazy bitch got him, she didn't get him that good. I leaned over his still form, all but slamming my hand against his wound. Not pulling it out, that'd just be stupid; but applying steady pressure, all the while cursing myself for not killing Laura outright.[/i] "Come on Charles. Keep it together." [i]An eye opened, focused on me, or rather tried to focus.[/i] "Sonders? What are you doing?" "I called you again and again. Promise me we'll get you a better cell phone after this is finished." [i]I doubt he heard me. I rode with him to the hospital. I even gave him some of my blood. Helps to know that your partner and you are compatible in at least one way. I sat by his side for what felt like hours, but after the good warm numbing shock set in, I just drifted from room to room, cursing the staff for placing Laura's room across from his. They told me she'd never wake up, that she'd be a total vegetable for the rest of her unnatural life. I wasn't satisfied, but then again, I could never let well enough alone. That's why I was here. That's why Charles wasn't bleeding to death in his house like Rico did. I should've shot her in the throat.[/i] "I should've shot her in the throat." [i]To my surprise, I'd spoken those words aloud, as I stood in her room, over her bed, my hands motionless at my sides. At that point, I realized that I wasn't the only person standing in Room 134, staring at the hospital's newest coma patient. The One-Winged Angel was there too.[/i] "She was already dead, long before she got to Charles. Before she sent you that doll." [i]He turned his focus from Laura's still form to my face. I'll imagine I was probably a horrific mess. My hair was most likely sticking up in several directions. Dirt still on my hands and cheeks. But I didn't care like I would have normally. Rico was gone. Charles was nearly dead by her, and my fingers were itching to rip out the ventilator, the IV lines, the peaceful smile on her face. My eyes must have been burning, because Sephiroth placed a hand on my shoulder. His eyes were the same placid pools of silence they'd always been. My fingers stopped itching, and the anger left me. I turned away so he wouldn't see the way my mouth quivers when I'm about to cry. It'd been years. I don't think I shed a single tear at Rico's funeral. I just stood there like I was at anyone's funeral. Probably...the last time I had cried was when he and I parted ways. I put a hand to my eyes, and hoped he wasn't staring. Instead I stumbled out of the room and back to Charles's, throwing myself in the chair someone had put next to his bed.[/i] "What happened to Laura?" [i]I raised my head from my hands and looked over. Charles had turned his head towards me and I realized that it'd probably been 15 hours since he'd been admitted. I hastily grabbed a tissue and wiped my face clean.[/i] "She's in a coma. I missed." "It's my fault she became what she became. My fault she killed Rico." "If it has to be someone's fault, at least blame Catholicism." [i]He didn't notice my vain attempt at humor and I let it drop. I could think of dozens of reasons why she'd flipped her lid and punched out of reality, but they were all going to fall on deaf ears. Far be it from me to tell him otherwise. Instead I leaned back and rested a hand on my hip, the other, the bandaged one patting his hand once. Just once.[/i][/font][/COLOR]

[COLOR=DarkOrchid]Yes, BK and I are collaborating. Generally, it's best not to interfere before a consult. Linett's a bit of an oddball, communitates in a more obtuse way than you'd probably portray.[/COLOR]

[font=times][COLOR=DarkOrchid]Note: The silver/gray text you're using is so pale it strains my eyes.... [center]~~~~~~~~~~~~~~[/center] [i]Arine purred once and stepped forward, her tail twitching once and she bowed her head slightly, fixing Lefty with one of her inscrutable stares. The first thing he noticed was that her eyes were a deep rose colored, and slit vertically just like any cat's. They looked intensely odd set into a beautiful woman's face, but he didn't question it. That would've been quite impolite. She smiled, showing almost normal teeth, except for monstrously large incisors. Her deep voice seemed to fill the room, and underneath it everyone present detected a low purring sound.[/i] "My name is Arine Eiladeriel Kliclarien, but for simplicity's sake, you can call me Ari." [i]She leapt down from her perch on one of the wide shelves and tilted her head to one side, cat-like, showing her completely feline ears. Slender tufts extended from the tips, like any mountain lynx's.[/i] "I'm a sphynx. The old kind. You know, the sort that likes riddles, humans on fire, and war. I can slice through most armor with these-" [i]Here she held up a paw and extended her claws in a half a second, huge curved things... Sharp and thick, and perfectly deadly looking, perfectly convincing to Lefty anyway. At this point, she retracted them once more and snaked her tongue out to lick her lips.[/i] "And if I stare at you long enough, chances are you'll catch flame. That is if I really really wanted you to." [i]The involuntary blinking reflex that followed her statement, sent Arine into peals of low rumbling...what must have been giggles. And she sat down, placing her forepaws delicately on one of the many boxes.[/i][/COLOR][/font]

[font=times][color=darkorchid][i]Linett's eyes flickered once and she tilted her head over her shoulder to look at him with a near playful smile. Bloodred lips parted on her white teeth and she shook her drying hair out from her eyes happily.[/i] "Can I start a fight when we come back then?" "Absolutely not, now let's please get underway." [i]Linett slipped across the roof like a wraith, with just a resigned sigh, Virgil behind. Virgil sighed to himself just once, and swept along without further comment. Linett shot a vengeful glance backwards at the doorway and hurrled herself into the air, flipping backwards almost in slow motion and landed at the front gate on one foot. Jacob and Florian noticed the clan's black sheep and exchanged wearisome glances; the girl was so unstable, the only people in the clan who could understand her were Virgil and possibly one of her brothers. Florian dug Jacob in the ribs once they thought she was out of earshot and said something that was most decidedly unpolite. Both jerked back to attention not only as Virgil passed them both but as Linett's head whipped around like a lash and she fixed them both with a wild glare. A sound halfway between a shriek and a hiss grated both their ears and they noticed for what might've been the third time just how elongated her fangs were. More than the average 200 year old's and shaped more like a snake's than a vampires, they were enough of an incentive to shut the pair of them up without the added sound that ripped itself from her vocal chords. Without another sound, she jerked her head back to look forward and stormed towards the car. The two underlings gave Virgil guilty looks and slunk to the car under his watchful eye.[/i] "Don't provoke her again." "Sorry boss. "Won't happen again sir." [i]Once they arrived, Helena was already sitting behind the driver's seat, with Linett riding shotgun. Virgil suspected that Helena had purposely set herself as far away as possible from Linett's glare and reach. He resisted the urge to say something reconcilatory and instead sat down in the driver's seat, with Florian sitting next to Helena and Jacob in the back. Both had armed themselves, while Virgil drove them out the main entrance and down the road. As he drove, he noticed Linett inhaling slowly, every now and then. Her brows had furrowed together and he leaned to one side, speaking only loud enough for her to pick up with her uncanny hearing.[/i] "Do you smell something out of place?" "It smells bad tonight. Like sneaks and bandits..." [i]Virgil didn't doubt her word. Her ability to feel pain hadn't harmed her supernaturally heightened hearing and smell. She was better than a bloodhound. Bloodhounds don't have a nearly as much of a fighting instinct as a feral vampire. Actually, she was more of a mix between a bloodhound and a 200 pound rottweiler. And it was a good thing too. More than halfway to their destination, the SUV was suddenly rocked by what what felt like something slamming into the side. Linett's eyes snapped wide open and Virgil slammed on the breaks, swerving off the road to a halt. Jacob and Florian had already leapt out the car with Linett only a fraction of a step behind them. Seven or eight unaligned vampires, at least from what Virgil could see, were standing on the other side of the abandoned road, holding a variety of weapons, smirking at the paltry offering before them. One, the head of SOLF. The second, a waif of a girl. Third, two croonys with guns. Of course they hadn't counted on the fourth. Linett surged past everyone with her claws bared and fangs as well, slamming into the first vampire in her path. He barely managed to get off two wild shots in the air as she sunk her fangs into his chest to get at his heart's blood. Jacob and Florian flung themselves out of the line of fire, the automatic weapon's fire raining down like very hot and painful hail. One of the more clever unaligned had snuck around the back where Virgil and Helena were crouched, only to be thrown out of the way with a simple flick of Virgil's wrist. The battle was all but won, Jacob and Virgil had taken some fire, but not enough to kill or even seriously wound them, and Linett had beheaded two of the vampires without breaking a sweat. She was finishing off the last of them when one of the survivors, one that apparently knew how to play dead effectively, raised his hand just enough to get her in his sights. The bullet ripped through her side, drawing enough blood for it to splash out onto Linett's robe and hands.[/i] "And things were going so well..." [i]Helena looked up at Virgil curiously, only to open her mouth in a silent scream and slam both her hands on her ears. The hiss that Linett had made earlier was a far cry from the anguished sound she made now. Blinded by both blood frenzy and the pain, Linett threw herself at the unfortunate vampire and summarily removed his weapon, his hand, his arm, and his head. Then she turned, golden eyes turned a wild crimson, and fixed her gaze on both Jacob and Florian. The two took unconscious steps backwards, and she began to stalk them. She made a false swipe at Jacob and whipped her head forward to get a bite out of his upraised hand, when Virgil descended on her just in time.[/i][/font][/color]

[COLOR=DarkOrchid][font=times][i]Linett Jhaena Dynn, feral vampire of the Agustine clan, slipped through the hallways, most of the vampires totally ignoring her. Half were afraid of what they would see if they even glanced into wild honey gold eyes, and the other half were afraid of what she would do if they gave her a wrong look. Shrouded as usual in a long gray hood, very little remained visible to the casual eye. Probably the way things were was best, Linett was so damned shy and self conscious about her mutilated body, it was embarrassing. By moving quickly, and generally managing to slip through the windows and upwards across the sheer surface of the walls, she made her way to the roof without making a sound. Her claws dug into the stone and she slithered across the roof to her favorite spot. The rain made everything slippery, but she didn't mind in the least. "Do you think they're afraid of me?" Once there, she flipped back her heavy hood, revealing a long mane of thick graphite colored hair. Six or seven slender braids slithered down around her face and she tilted it upwards, letting moonlight wash over it in a brilliant opaque warmth. At least it felt like warmth to her. The senses she might have had were slightly scrambled by her absolute obliviousness to pain. But as far as hot and cold went, she nearly had it down. It was a beautiful night, clear, even as the rain poured down from the starry sky. Linett scrambled up onto one of the stone ledges and sat down almost delicately in a flare of fabric. Folding her legs underneath her, she leaned back slightly and hummed a nonsensical tune to herself. "Some of them are... ...I couldn't understand why. Still don't understand why." Linett sighed and idly picked at her fingernails. They weren't terribly long, but long enough to do serious superficial damage, and with enough strength behind a slash, she could open up someone's chest in a bloody mess. ...And she'd done it many times too. Slowly, she unclasped her cloak and let it slither down to the ground in a puddle of pale silk. Under the robes, a simple black singlet that revealed a multitude of old scars barely covered with tattoo ink. She wrapped her arms around herself, fingertips just reaching the middle of her visible spine. The pads of her fingers could still remember the agony of gripping chains while her back was laid wide open by her father. With a low moan, she felt them and closed her eyes slowly, the long lashes whisking across her lids. "The sound of a whiplash." "This will teach you-" "A repeated sound once more, this time with the additional sound of a cry that sounded like it came through gritted teeth." "-to feed the way you do. And to savage your own." Back in the present day, Linett moved her fingers away from her back and reached upwards with her hands. She moved her fingers slowly, feeling the blood slowly rush down her arms. With a sigh she laid down on the cold stone, pressing her cheek against the smooth surface. The temperature outside would've raised goosebumps on a normal human's body, but on Linett's, it did nothing. Instead, she grew colder and calmer, with the blood in her veins slowing down. If she had spoken out loud, she would have had a lower voice than normal. If she had stood, it would've looked as if she was moving at half of her normal speed. And if she was being watched, the way she was being watched now, she would've yelped aloud and covered her back immediately. Unfortunately for her, Virgil moved even more silently than her. He was leaning against the doorjamb, watching her, almost even enjoying how she moved. The rain was catching light, it was almost as if Linett was bathing in starlight... ...but such beauty was nearly lost on her. Her thick hair was plastered to her face, the braids still holding their shape, and her eyes were still closed. Lying still in the rain, was the only peace she could find these days.[/i][/font][/COLOR]

[COLOR=MediumTurquoise]1. There was once a fad for families, I think I have a concubine too...A son, a son in law, a husband, and several sisters. 2. I'm famous? At least I think I am. People always called me Raiha and all that, even when I changed my name, and I've been around since OB was a pathetic little bulletin board with virgin sacrifices and everything. This couldn't surprise anyone could it? I'm known for my rpging...and troublemaking. 3. I used myO, but then I decided not to.[/COLOR]

[quote name='DeadSeraphim][size=1][color=indigo][font=arial]did you want me to make the third post, seeing as my chars had a run in with them just the day before?[/font][/color'][/size][/quote] [COLOR=MediumTurquoise]That's perfectly acceptable, collaberation perhaps, or have Yugo fill in blanks.[/COLOR]

[COLOR=royalblue][font=times]Oh the places I've gone.. "Name?" "D'Ann." "That's D-A-n-n-e?" "No. D, Apostrophe, Capital A, N, N." "So it's pronounced Dawn?" "Dee-ANN!" Chinese people get my name easier I swear. They inflect the D heavily and the rest is just snapped out. I've even received packages that were meant apparently to go to Dawn, Danae, and Denice. "Last name?" "Hirsch!" If you bark it, they usually get it faster. Roll the R for proper German pronunciation.[/font][/COLOR]

[COLOR=MediumTurquoise][font=times][i]Attention: The ordered posting now begins. [center]New Agenda ~~~~~~~~~~ Establish the beginning of the meeting: Dead Seraphim Discuss the First Order Of Business: Dragon's Tongue: DeathKnight Trouble with the Brotherhood of Infinite Longevity: Possible Cameo [or me]. The Possibility of War: BKstyles a: tensions between Boss Kai Fen and everyone else: Sandy b: delegate from San Francisco Police Department: Flash Enter The Defector: DeathKnight Positive Diplomatic Relations Established: Dead/Me/And/Or Cameo[/i][/font][/COLOR][/center]

[COLOR=darkorchid][font=times][i]The business concluded, Snowcat left the War Dragon's Fight Club, to courteous bows from Luyii and Sai and the staff. Once he had departed, the staff returned to their duties, and Luyii and Sai concluded the remaining business and paperwork leftover. While Sai rifled through the papers, signing here and there and checking various tabs, Luyii chatted with one of the serving women, mostly exchanging the latest gossip. Apparently there was a new kid on the block that was scheduled for initiation in a few days, after the meeting probably. Word was that he was a ruthless killer, and the girls were all in a lather over how good he looked. Luyii giggled behind an upraised hand, and Sai raised an eyebrow in her direction. Somehow, the sight of one of the most powerful women in the city giggling with a common servant was strange. Finally, Sai was finished, somewhere around 9:30 p.m. and sidled up to Luyii and whispered into her ear, hands slipping around her waist.[/i] "Let's go back to my place." "Don't we have the meeting tomorrow at twelve? I have to get dressed, Lai has to do my hair and makeup..." "We won't stay up late, promise." [i]The Willow Fairy giggled slightly, and let him take her back to his flat, which could only be described as lush. A wet bar, a king sized bed, gorgeous Chinese paintings, delicately carved woodwork over the fireplace? And Sai never thought it looked better with Luyii's clothes on his floor. Naked, save a simple jade pendant around her neck, she walked over to the bar and poured them both glasses of whiskey, her fingers smooth and soft against the crystal. The two drank and set down the empty glasses almost at the same time. Sai laughed to himself; this girl could keep up with him, regardless of her size. He said as much only to find himself staring at her chest, which had somehow relocated directly in front of him. It was nearly astounding, how quickly he found her ripping off his own clothes while simultaneously pushing him onto the bed. As a matter of interest, the only way Sai, face mashed against her breasts, actually managed to come up for air was to bite down hard on Luyii's left nipple. With a yelp, she released him only to be flipped onto her stomach, ass in the air. One sleeper hold later, Luyii arched up into his body to relieve the pressure on her neck and partially to feel him inside her more effectively. He release and put his hands on her wide hips, the better to grind against her. She reached back with both arms, putting them around the back of his neck, leaning her own back until it rested on his shoulder. An hour later, the two lay exhausted in each other's arms, sheets tossed over them loosely, a low fire glowing on the hearth. Covered in a light sheen of sweat, Luyii propped herself up on one elbow to look into Sai's eyes. Her lips parted slowly, a bead of sweat trickling down the side of her face as she spoke.[/i] "Do you love me?" "Probably." [i]He placed a hand on her cheek and drew her to his chest for another kiss. The next morning, Lai and the bodyguards were ready to pick up Luyii to prepare for the meeting. Sai showered and got out his freshly pressed suit, checking to make sure there were no wrinkles. In her own room, Luyii slithered into the silver dress from her father, Lai fixing her hair in a high French knot.[/i] "Are you ready for this Luyii?" "Oh I think so. You have the gifts laid out, I just have to go meet the White Prince and hope he isn't recruiting." [i]The two smiled at one another in a slightly weary way and went to their duties. Lai headed upstairs to inform the Boss that his daughter was safely here and ready to receive Mr. Lu. Luyii headed downstairs to the lounge to meet the tall, handsome man that owned more prostitutes than any other gang in history. The Willow Fairy, a vision of grace and loveliness, nearly floated into the room, the White Prince rising to greet her. His bodyguards stood back and regarded Luyii's own guards. She glided over to the bar counter and smiled at him delicately.[/i] "Would you care for a drink Mr. Lu?" "Just a brandy." [i]She poured it for him, the frosted bottle setting off the warm colors of her skin. The glass clinked against the ring on her fingers as she held it out to the man, his fingers voluntarily touching her own as he looked down. A simple gold band glimmered on her left ring finger and he looked up again, pretending it wasn't there. [/i][/font][/COLOR]

[font=times][COLOR=DarkOrchid]Name: Lynn Weaver Age: 23 Ethnicity: German/Chinese Personality/Style: Lynn's personality is surprisingly bubbly and cheerful. She's happy to the point of blind optomism, and she never thinks any situation is hopeless. Of course, she's also a fierce survivalist, and never puts herself into unecessary danger. She'll avoid any route that might be possibly dangerous, and thinks that taking risks is stupid. Her style? To finish off the day with a smile, no matter how awful it might have been. Weapons: Bear Repellent, the strongest mace on the market, as it isn't intended for use on humans. Lady's Smith and Wesson, the cute girly gun that puts holes in people. Survival knife, with ragged edge and slashing blade. All of these items are stored in a hefty purse that's really more the size of a carry-on item. The purse itself has been a useful bludgeoning tool in its day.[/color][/font]

[COLOR=MediumTurquoise]Actually, we pirates pillage a lot of booty and get a lot of booty. Granted, there's loads of rum involved. Do you have a little Captain in you?[/COLOR]

[COLOR=DarkOrchid][font=times][i]When the next day had reached the halfway point, I had already tracked down the doll master, even if he was no use. Apparently he received the commission and mailed the package once complete to a P.O. Box, so hell with that. I didn't have the authority to track who ordered it or anything else of that nature. I shouldn't even have been thinking about it, but what was I going to do? I dropped Anne and Vicky off at a club and made a beeline through heavy traffic for the Detention Center. Sephiroth would like to know who was making dolls in his image, I was sure. I made it there around 4 in the afternoon, the sun beginning its slow descent into oblivion, me with a badge out and ready to smash into the face of the person nearest to me who stood in my way. But luck as it seems, was with me. At least at that point.[/i] "I need to speak with Sephiroth." "Your timing is impeccable." "...and why is that?" "Since last afternoon, he's been demanding to speak with you and you alone." "Not Agent Charles?" [i]He shrugged and led me to Sephiroth's familiar cell. The guards relaxed at my presence and slunk off to go do paperwork most likely. I pulled up a stool and sat face to face with the man I still didn't trust. He regarded me impartially, and I regarded him with an equivalent stare, or so I hoped.[/i] "I'm glad you've decided to come down. They haven't stopped questioning me since you've been thrown off the case." "It wasn't my idea, believe me. I've had my hands full keeping my own temper under control." "That always was your problem wasn't it?" [i]I shrugged and flicked a photo of the doll out and slapped it up against the plexi-glass shield. Sephiroth narrowed his eyes for a moment, then relaxed them again. A faint smile played around his lips?[/i] "It's almost cute. It appears to have captured the real me. Can I keep this?" [i]I flipped it through the food slot and he picked it up and stared at it intently once more. Slightly perturbed, I pressed on.[/i] "Someone managed to break into my apartment and put it on my fruit bowl. Kiff wasn't disturbed, and there was nothing at the scene implicating anyone." "I take it you found the doll master." "He was useless as you might expect. This killer is far less careless than I'd like." "The killer isn't who you might've first suspected. For one thing, the killer is a woman. I ran into her at "Put Your Red Shoes On And Dance. " Even got her out of a little trouble once. And for another, she's married to your partner." "Oh god, it was Laura." "Yes, and she'll kill you all. Charles for being a neglectful husband, and you for taking him away from her." [i]I vaguely registered him yelling those final words at me as I jerked my cell phone out of my purse and race down the hall, barreling through the reception area and using the crash bar at the entrance like God had intended. Frantically, I dialed his number, praying that geriatric cinder block of a phone wasn't broken again. One ring. Two. Five later I was ready to heave my phone into the nearest dumpster, but instead I decided to leave a message and scream at the same time.[/i] "Charles! I know I'm off the case but we have to talk. Your wife is the killer, and I'm not the only one she's going to murder. Call me back or I'll kill you myself!"[/font][/COLOR]

[font=times][color=darkorchid]So sorry about the total plethora of plot boys. Just so you all know, the general posting for every person I'd ideally like to be at least once every two days. Any longer and my trigger finger might get itchy. Just kidding. Anyway, once we go into Act One's final scene, which would be the meeting itself, things should be easier to follow. Plot posting order always helps.[/font][/color]

[COLOR=DarkOrchid][font=times][i]In another world, there is an enemy; enemies that will threaten minds, and take away imaginations. These enemies, the Restrictors, take the children with promise for the future into captivity, and force them to work for their foul purposes. Their minds are bent to serve the Restrictors, all free thought and creativity completely repressed. But there are those who have the wills and the minds to take stands and fight against this swelling, seemingly boundless evil. They are what some like to call the Hopeful, others, the Wise, but a select few know that they are simply people with the ideas that can truly change the world. The Resistors, those that will go to any length to save the children taken captive by the Restrictors, are the only ones that will take a stand in this other world. The brave and reckless, known as the Forerunners, will take all of the risks within the ranks of the Resistors, for they too were once what they now seek to rescue. When the times are right, when the moons glow silver, they will seek out the hated prisons where the children are kept, and sink within, infiltrate with their cunning and stealth. Inside the jails, the walls are painted gray, the toys are broken and few, and the children are held in tiny cells, no larger than a closet. The doors are barred and heavily locked, but that will mean nothing to a Forerunner. Once inside, they will find one child, usually the most far-gone, and chose that one to rescue. Very carefully, they will take out the child and imagine the shimmer of the Pale Road. This road will appear at the window they open, and once they exit, they will be free to run down a road of gold, shot with light, and full of its own promises. As long as they keep running down the wide curving road, they will make their wearisome way to the Bookshop, a storehouse of ideas and theories and unknown power. It is well lit within, made of marble and light maple and beautiful light. Within are shelves of books, worlds of knowledge, just waiting to be opened and read. And anyone could walk in and take the learning for himself or herself, if they are able to enter the door of their own will. Once they?ve passed through the door and entered the realm known as the Bookshop, the two will find temporary rest. The owner of the store will give them what they need, then let them refresh their minds. In a secret room they will wait for as long as it takes, before one of the Phenomenon takes them under their wing. A Phenomenon is one of the strongest forces within the Resistors. They have great power, the ability to travel wherever and however they please, to sink down under the land that all mortals walk on, and into their own lairs and perspective sanctuaries. A Phenomenon will take one of the children with them, and possibly the Forerunner that rescued them, if they?re very tired, and walk them out onto the concrete sidewalk. On the sidewalk, the Phenomenon will take the hands of both child and Forerunner, and by sheer force of will, sink down into the concrete, through the wires, until they reach their lair. Inside the chambers that belong solely to the Phenomenon, filled with everything they?ve imagined and cared to dream up. They are usually large, warm, well lit, and very well kept. There is food, wealth, and light, but wealth means very little to the Phenomenon. The two leaders of the Phenomenon are the vastly powerful Lacy and Sven. Lacy, a warm motherly creature, is well versed in all Plays and Poetry, and very fond of small children. She wields her umbrella as a way to transport people through the concrete and also to fight off the foot soldiers of the Restrictors when they appear. They are known as the Fell, and they prey on all things of light. Sven, on the other hand, is a quite man of dark features, knowledgeable in the realm of both Fantasy and History. He knows everything there is to know about the enemy and fights against them with the power in his mind. If one is lucky enough to be brought to either Lacy or Sven, they can rest easy in the knowledge that they two are marked to be leaders within the Resistors. Once the children have absorbed the first set of knowledge the Phenomenon will impart to them, the time will come for the Forerunner to take them to the Station. Using the Forerunner?s skill to pass through the Underground itself, they will transport the child safely to the destination. In the Station, there are tests. Tests of daring, wisdom, and understanding that all rescued children and aiding Forerunners must do. Some involve traveling through dark tunnels alone, others fighting off the Restrictors with the power held inside their imaginations. If the children are of sound mind and intelligence, they will pass and be granted passage to what people refer to as the Underground Café. This is the first time when children use their gained power to travel by themselves. The Forerunners will follow close behind while the Phenomenon watches all. In the cafés, they meet the Waiters. They wear aprons, are excellent cooks, but also wise instructors. Their intelligence comes from years of survival on the other world?s surface and inside the Underground Café and also from so many children, Forerunners, and Phenomenon?s passing through, on their way to gain some small amount of knowledge. Sometimes the Waiters are of another species within or without the human race. More often than not, there are sylphs, sprites, and faeries in humanoid form, willing to serve the Hopeful. The interior of the café is made up of dark marble and wood, but there is light where one cares to look. The counters are low enough for the children to peek over, and the Waiters, clad in their servant attire, will stand at the counters, menus open before them, and smile at the children who are becoming more than just children. They will make excellent coffee and chocolate, succulent cakes, fresh cookies, whatever you wish for, and then, they will give wisdom. As they sit and eat the good food, the Waiters will stand at the counters and speak their knowledge into your mind. While digesting their physical food, they also digest the food for thought. When finished, the Waiters will make a phone call and then open a window into a seemingly dark, endless void. Then, when there is an answer on the line, the window?s view will change and the child will find themselves looking at the Pale Road once more. If they are brave enough, and no longer a young child, the Waiters will smile, bow, and wish them well. Then the non-child will be escorted out the window and onto the Pale Road again. No longer a child, but a Forerunner in the quest for freedom, they will travel down the road to the Bookshop alone, to receive new orders, and prepare themselves to rescue yet another child enslaved by the enemy. Once the new Forerunner has made their way to the Bookshop, they will be given their weapons. A manual, full of the wisdom they?ve learned, and blank pages to add what they learn. A staff, to fend off the Fell that might appear to harass or re-capture. And a simple charm on a cord, that which can open the path to the Pale Road and bring them back home. [/i][/font][/COLOR]