RPG Hunter: The Reckoning (16+ for swearing, violence, and adult situations)

[Talon]

[color=crimson][i]Ryu stood outside the club, adjusting his trenchcoat over his sawn-off. He walked inside, the rave music and lights making a feeble attempt to dull his senses. He quickly flowed into the motion of the dance. He quickly saw a young man, approximately 20 years old, at least at first glance, off to the side, necking a fifteen-year-old girl. Without skipping a beat, he signalled the "bouncer", who lit up the kerosene puddle in the far end of the club. Kit tore off her hat and yelled over the music.[/i]

[b]Kit:[/b]FIRE!!! EVERYBODY, OUT!!!!

[i]Kit's voice, amplified by a megaphone, rang out over the music. The crowd, getting the message, began flowing out the door. The young man, however, slipped away with the young woman out the side door. Kit and Ryu followed.

They confronted him just as he was about to bite the giggling young woman.[/i]

[b]Ryu:[/b]Listen, girl, you want to go home, NOW.

[b]Man:[/b]Aw, come on, we're just having some fun.

[b]Kit:[/b]Girl, you want your mother to know you're neckin' a twenty-year-old?

[i]At this threat, the young woman kissed the man apologetically and ran off, leaving the three in an alley.[/i]

[b]Man:[/b]Great. You have NO idea what you've just done!

[b]Ryu:[/b]Actually, I do. Kept you from feeding on and turning her, [u]Ravenn[/u].

[i]Upon hearing his Gifted name, the vampire quaked. He launched himself at Kit, taking her down and slashing her arm.[/i]

[b]Ravenn:[/b]WHO ARE YOU?!?! HOW DO YOU KNOW ME?!?

[i]Ryu simply bashed him in the side of the face with his bare fist, making the vampire flinch and change targets.[/i]

[b]Ravenn:[/b]You face a vampire with no weapon?! How foo-

[i]The word was halted as Ryu drew out his shotgun, taking aim and blowing Ravenn's left arm to mangled shreds.[/i]

[b]Ryu:[/b]Unarmed? I've been a Hunter for two years. I killed eleven of you, LORD RAVENN, on my Imbuing. I killed the last of Carpenter's descendants. And I WILL wipe out the last of your kind!

[b]Ravenn:[/b]Foolish boy! You cannot! We are-

[b]Ryu:[/b]Shut up.

[i]He grabbed the wooden chair that he'd planted in the alley two days before, holding it over Ravenn. As Ravenn smirked, presumably at the thought of Ryu bludgeoning him to "death", Ryu bashed the chair against the wall, shattering it to sharp pieces. An especially long piece was in Ryu's hand. The grin was gone from the vampire's face as the makeshift stake plunged through his heart, spilling what little blood he'd drained in the last three days to the ground. The body turned to dust......[/i]

[b]???:[/b]I would have taken him! It is merely a fleshwound.

[i]Ryu turned to the now-Crinos Kitiara-of-the-Fang, or Kit, for short. He grinned as she shifted to human form.[/i]

[b]Ryu:[/b]Whatever. My debt is repaid.

[b]Kit:[/b]What about our child?

[b]Ryu:[/b]We agreed I would not raise it. Maybe we'll talk later, but I tell you this. If it is a son, he will be the savior of the Lycans against the Wyrm. If it is a girl, she shall be the last Silver Fang born to fight the Wyrm, for it shall die before her children are born. The Balancer shall die, and the Weaver shall no longer be tainted. Your "Gaia" will be again safe, except from THEM.

[i]Ryu kissed Kit's cheek and left. He hated the smell of Chicago. He barely listened to the sobs of the young werewolf. He knew she would die in three days. Her child would kill her from within, then grow to be the deciding force in the war of the Werewolf Apocalypse. He barely blinked. He'd almost gone insane when he heard his friend was a werewolf, he had nearly gone berserk when the Visionary fortune-teller told him that his child would kill her, and HAD gone berserk on the rots under that bridge trying to come to grips with the reality that his child would SAVE the Lycans from destruction.

All in all, Ryu decided he was having a shitty day and headed towards the nearest bar, which happened to be named [b]The Night's Last Stop[/b]. He needed some time to clear his head from the onslaught of the Visionary's fortunes. To his dismay, the Visionary was IN the bar.[/i]

[b]Ryu:[/b]Since WHEN can Hunters see the future?

[b]Visionary:[/b]Only I can. I am a stargazer, and I learned from a Wendigo and a Philodox.

[b]Ryu:[/b]What the hell?!? Why are Lycans coming to us so much.

[b]Visionary:[/b]Because they realize we are their last hope! The vampires are nearly upon them all. Their troubles with the Wyrm are not nearly over. They scarcely need a new threat, but they are desperate for a new ally.

[b]Ryu:[/b]How the hell do you know this?

[b]Visionary:[/b]I am a Visionary!

[b]Ryu:[/b]What the HELL is that?!?

[b]Visionary:[/b]I am a type of Hunter that can see all kinds of things. I pick up trails and threads of fate, and weave them into the grand pattern. As I am a Visionary, so you are an Avenger!

[b]Ryu:[/b]I barely get that Visionary bullshit, now you expect me to think I'm an "Avenger"!?! I have never heard these terms on Hunter-Net!

[b]Visionary:[/b]They do not exist to Hunter-Net. They are the terms I have named them by. Other Visionaries agree with me in our classification system. An Avenger is the fighter, the one who carries the brunt of the anger. The one who carries the fight to the monsters' proverbial doorstep. You demontrated this by chasing the vampire down, not waiting for him to threaten you or your home.

[b]Ryu:[/b]I don't have a home.

[i]This continued on, the bartender barely noticing that Ryu Saotome, a faithful customer since he came to Chicago, was underage as a seventeen-year-old. Of course, the wad of bills underneath Ryu's glass may have had something to do with it....[/i][/color]
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Alright, this is it. Somebody, pick up. We are all in the same city, for some reason or other. I'll make it clear in a little while.

[Cyriel]

Sare walked into her home, locking the door behind her, "Mom? Are you home?"

"I'm in here," came her mother's voice from the kitchen. Sare went in to give her mom a hug, and then climbed the stairs to her room.
Carefully, she deposited her backpack on her bed, and then went to the center table. Various household items, lengths of pipe and plastic, wires, strings, and other various objects littered the surface. Sare stared at the mess, wondering why she didn't want to work on any bombs this afternoon. Usually she went right to work, experimenting on her designs, but today...

She checked her arms and neck, seeing that all the bruises were gone from last night. Last night...was the reason she had lost interest. She had to find out more. Time to return to Hunter-net. She flipped on her computer and selected the site from the 'Favorites' list, tapping her fingers on the keys in nervous anticipation.

Log in: Shrapnel616
Password: ********

*Welcome back, Shrapnel 616*

Sare checked to see who else was logged on.

[skedy]

[COLOR=teal][size=1] Annie ran a hand through her hair, looking out of the window of the baggage collection area of Chicago?s main airport she sighed and looked back to her friends, Tea and Melanie were busy arguing the best way to get their excessive amount of luggage off of the belts as they slithered past. They were used to the sounds and smells of big cities like this one, Annie had spent all her life in low density suburban homes and was having some trouble adjusting to her new environment, despite being there less than an hour.

?Annie come on, we can?t carry all these bags you know.? Tea?s voice interrupted her musings, she was standing a little way from the conveyor belt now, hands on her hips as she glared playfully at Annie.

?Where?s everyone else?? Hurrying over to collect her baggage Annie noticed for the first time that the other four members of their little group had disappeared.

?Mel went to get the others, they?re off getting something to eat.? Tea heaved a bag onto her shoulder and gathered another up into her hand. ?I think they?re getting you a hotdog, that?s ok isn?t it?? Tea start moving towards one of the archways spaced around the room as she spoke.

?Yeah, that?s ok.? Annie quickly heaved grabbed what little luggage she had and hurried after her friend, offering to take some of the extra bags Tea had pick up as she drew level. ?Tanya?s sorted the hotel and everything out right, I mean I don?t want to be stuck in some lobby for another hour.?

?I think so, yeah she called and booked all that before we left.? Tea said as she lowered the bags from her shoulders onto the horizontal escalator running along one of the corridors, she followed the bag onto the unusual machine.

?Shouldn?t we wait for the others?? Annie looked back over her shoulder at the crowd of people still in the baggage room. ?What if they can?t find us?? Concern flittered across Annie?s face.

?Nah, Mel said she?d meet us outside, near the taxi rank.? Tea smiled over her back at Annie as the pair neared the end of the escalator.

?Oh, ok. That?s good then.? The concern lifted from Annie?s face, allowing it to soften back to its normal texture.

?You worry too much, you know that?? Tea teased Annie as the she heaved the heavy bags back onto her shoulders. ?You?ll wrinkle that pretty face of your?s if your not careful.? Smiling she continued along the wide corridor and down another set of escalators, these ones leading down the to the cavernous lobby, the far wall lined with dozens of glass doors, people bustling in and out, oblivious to the world around them for the most part. Tea was a year older than Annie and was typical of the role she filled in their little group, she was stubborn and fiery, on the rare occasions that she happened upon a topic she held an interest with, and cared little for her appearance.

??Bout time you guys got here, what took you so long?? Mars was in the pair?s faces as soon as they the stepped through the doors, into the harsh sun. The rest of the girls were standing over by a tax, waiting by the boot to cram their luggage in. Annie hurried over and returned the luggage she had collected to its rightful owners, what little she had brought seemed pitiful compared to what the others were carrying.

?Don?t we need two taxi?s?? Annie placed a rested a finger on her lip as she thought about the logistics of the car, counting the seats in her head. ?There?s only four seats and there?s six of us?? Annie turned to her friends, her usual look of concern flooding her face.

?We?ll fit, its not like we take up much space or anything.? Angie leaned forward slightly as she spoke before leaning back a quickly finishing her sentence, cutting off Annie?s protest. ?Besides the driver doesn?t mind, I already asked.?
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The bright yellow taxi weaved its way through the busy streets of Chicago, heading gradually towards the Grandview Motel, a large skyscraper visible from most of the city. It was almost four when as the driver pulled to the curb, hoping that the girls could actually pay the decent sized fare they had wracked up.

?Its awful big, are you sure we can afford to stay here?? Annie worried absently over her shoulder as she stared out at the massive building, looming above them in all its splendour.

?Yes, Annie I called and double checked prices and everything before we left.? Tanya looked back into the taxi as she clambered out, amazed at how much Annie could stress and worry, yet keep her skin so perfectly smooth. Sighing she hurried into the motel, leaving their baggage to the establishment?s staff the others followed?
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[b]Is that ok?[/b]
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[Talon]

[color=crimson][b]Just fine, guys.[/b]
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[b]???:[/b]Rocky!?! [i]Amaterasu-kami[/i], what the hell are you doing in Chicago?!?!

[i]Ryu turned towards the familiar voice and his native area's deity. Before him stood Kitsune Seiryu, a fellow trainee in Ryu's first dojo. Ryu smiled briefly at the warm memory, then banished it. Emotion was not something that was welcome to him in his line of work.[/i]

[b]Kitsune:[/b]How are you, Rocky? Been, what, ten years?

[b]Ryu:[/b]Eleven. How have you been, old friend?

[b]Kitsune:[/b]Well, been here and there. Ya know, I've gotten a LOT stronger since my defeat. I doubt there's any human being on this planet that can beat me, including you!

[i]Ryu's eyes narrowed briefly at the human being remark. He began to focus on his drink, something that Kitsune took to mean Ryu was remembering their past. He was wrong.

Instantly, Ryu Discerned that Kitsune had not touched his drink and that he was not breathing. The telltale sign, though, was that his hand left no heat print on the counter. He decided to take action.[/i]

[b]Ryu:[/b]Would you like to back that up?

[b]Kitsune:[/b]After a conversation. I know what you are, Mr. National-Champion-of-Martial-Arts. I ain't THAT desperate to fight the youngest-ever Japanese Martial Arts Master.

[i]They settled to a light conversation, not noticing the group of younger people entering, one of them talking about how expensive their hotel was.[/i]

[b]Far-off Girl:[/b]Seriously, Annie, you gotta chill out. We booked it, alright? Now, I took us out here to relax, not nag about prices....

[i]Ryu ceased his Edge's effect, tiring of hearing the tires rotating in the chop shop down the street. He looked at Kitsune and stood up, removing his shirt and upper-gi to reveal a bare, unscarred chest.[/i]

[b]Ryu:[/b]Let us fight now. We have both had enough alcohol for the drunken style, but I shall hold back and use Jeet Kune Do!

[b]Kitsune:[/b]Alright. But afterwards, can you help me with something? Seriously, it's an urgent matter for me.

[i]Barely noticing the girls in the group muttering about the bare chests of the incredibly handsome boys (it was not known to them, he suspected, that it was due to unnatural transformations on both parts that they had such intense charisma and appearance), the fighters made their way to the center of the bar's floor, where the owner had conveniently removed the tables to one side and set up a ring of sorts out of overturned stools at the flash of a green piece of paper from Ryu's pocket.[/i]

[b]Ryu:[/b]Three falls or five hits to the chest determine a win. [i]Hai[/i]?

[b]Kitsune:[/b][i]Hai[/i]. The judge shall be....you, girl!

[i]The girl named Annie came forward, barely noticing the red glow flickering at the tall one's fingertips. Ryu was at least five inches taller than Kitsune.[/i]

[b]Ryu:[/b]Annie, is it? I heard your friend talking to you. You will judge our fight. Five hits to the chest determines a win, but three falls to the floor may also determine a winner. You understand?

[b]Annie:[/b]I...I guess.

[i]Annie began the match, watching as Kitsune and Ryu charged each other. Eventually, after an hour and a half, Kitsune called a forfeit, realizing that after an hour and a half of no points on either side combined with Ryu's stubborness meant he would be battling until he died.[/i]

[b]Kitsune:[/b]Enough. I tire, and you seem to have no end to stamina. You are as skilled as ever, Rocky-chan.

[b]Ryu:[/b]And you as strong as ever, Kitsu-chan. Never have I been so badly bruised....except during the Im...incident at school two years ago.

[b]Kitsune:[/b]You mean when you were hospitalized? Jeez, how'd all those people kill each other?

[i]Annie, picking up Ryu's status from the now-visible glowing daggers in his hands emminent in only Hunters with the skill called "Cleave" on Hunter-Net and his near-miss with the word "Imbuing", sat next to him. Ryu looked slightly miffed at the girl next to him, especially more so as she scribbled a simple note on a napkin and handed it to him.[/i]

[b]Note:[/b]Nice knives. Ditsy_Chic605 on Hunter-Net. You?

[i]He hastily scribbled back, tearing the napkin in half under the pretext of returning a "phone number".[/i]

[b]Note:[/b]Fighter626. Cleave Edge. Kitsune is a vampire. Will kill.

[b]Kitsune:[/b]No, you won't. See, that's the favor I was going to ask. Can you kill my creator?

[i]Ryu's mouth dropped open, apparently faced by a benevolent vampire with no clan.[/i]

[b]Ryu:[/b]Why?

[b]Kitsune:[/b]I want to be free. I don't want to kill. See, I'm only half-vampire. A cursed one. Have been since you left. I'm called a "dhampire" a Kindred of the East or whatever. I don't need blood. Just body heat. But my master wants me to kill for pleasure....and I have to. He's got me under a mind spell or something.

[i]Annie put her hands on Ryu's as he raised his Cleave-daggers. Her friends called out to her and she yelled she'd meet tham at the hotel later. She faced Ryu again when the three had some privacy.[/i]

[b]Annie:[/b]Don't kill him. He's a good guy.

[b]Ryu:[/b]What the hell d you mean "don't kill him"?!? His kind have plagued mankind for centuries! We're here to STOP that!

[b]Annie:[/b]WE DON'T HAVE TO NEEDLESSLY KILL!!!!

[i]Ryu began to see her reason and put the daggers away, looking at Kitsune.[/i]

[b]Ryu:[/b]Alright. I'll help you. But you have to SWEAR not to turn anybody! EVER!

[b]Kitsune:[/b]I can't anyway. But I can help in the hunt back in Japan when this is done.

[b]Ryu:[/b]Fine. Annie, you get on Hunter-Net and alert the site that two temporarily, at least, Chicago-based Hunters have found a large vampire horde and need assistance. It's a nest, right, Kitsu-chan?

[b]Kitsune:[/b]Yeah.

[b]Ryu:[/b]Alright. Get on the site and tell them Fighter626 NEEDS assistance. We need every Hunter in Chicago at The Night's Last Stop bar in two days. If possible, Hunters on the city's outskirts are welcome. Also, put it on the site that we have a dhampire in the Hunter ranks, even if he wasn't Imbued.

[b]Annie:[/b]Is that even allowed?

[b]Ryu:[/b]It is. I was made administrator of the site after Witness509 died. Can't believe a hundred people have logged on since him.

[i]Ryu and Kitsune sat down to trade battle stories and information about the monsters' weaknesses as Annie set to work looking for Chicago-based Hunters......[/i][/color]
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Chapter one - Fall of the Lord Vampires - Begin

*Have fun, friends*

[Outlaw]

*Jeremy sat at in his small home in the once peaceful Leadville Colorado. But the recent vampire attacks had brough unwanted media and government attention to Leadville. While it was good for most businesses, Jeremy hadn't had any clients for over two weeks. No one wanted to hike the mountains around Leadville after his last group was slaughtered. Besides, the event had left Jeremey feeling changed. He felt as if his life had purpose now, and had been searching endlessly for a way to fullfil that purpose.

He had come across Hunter-net, where he found a mysterious thread adress specifically to him. The thread asked him to Chicago, to the Grandview Motel. Tradition and fear had kept him from going for nearly 5 days. But today, after looking at the thread for the 918th time, something snapped.*

Jeremy - Thats it. I cant take it anymore. I going to Chicago!

*Jeremy grabed a few changes of clothes, his hunting knife, and a shotgun, and through them all in the back of his pickup truck. He only left a leter on his door to his family and friends, saying a simple good-bye, and leaving his possetions to them.*

Jeremy - Man, what am I doing, I must be crazy.

*Jeremy began the long and lonely drive from Leadville to Colorado, making stops for gas, food, sleep, and a munitions depot.

When Jeremy arrived he dropped his car off at the valet, signed in with a few odd looks from the staff, and passed out from exaustion.*

OOC - Sorry, I know the writings allittle weak, but Im tired and preoccupied by the 1st new esipode of Chapelle Show.

[Cyriel]

"Mom?" Sare called. "What's a dhampire?"

Her mother poked her head into the room, "A dhampire? Where did you hear that?" Walking over to the computer, she saw the post on the screen. "Oh. Well, a dhampire is a half vampire. Here, let me read." Sare moved so that her mother could sit down at the computer.

"Damn it!" Sare jumped at her mother's outburst, staring.
Her mother got up quickly, turning off the computer, "Sare, come on. We have to leave."

"What?"

"We're going to Chicago. Damn that Kitsune," her mother said, and started to haul out some light suitcases.
An hour later, they were on their private jet, on their way to Chicago. "Sare, I'm going to have to drop you off in Chicago," her mother said.

"Drop me off? You mean, by myself?" Sare asked incredulously.

Her mother nodded, tired and distressed, "Yes, by yourself. I'm very very sorry, but it's the only thing I can do. I have to go and...take care of some business. You know the Vampire Houses...I have to just go and take care of some things there. It'll probably only be for about three weeks at the most. I'll make sure you're safe, and you'll be in one of the best hotels. Don't worry."

"Why didn't I just stay at home?" Sare asked, still shocked at the revelation of her mother's plans.

Her mother rubbed her temples, trying to soothe her growing headache, "Well, I'm just not sure that it's safe. At least in Chicago we know that the administrator of Hunter-Net is there. I'll contact him before we leave, and tell him to watch out for you."

"No, Mom, I'll do it. You're...probably not someone that he wants to hear from..." Sare said quietly, reminded of...the time...the Imbuing...

Suddenly, in no time at all, Sare was checked in for three weeks in the penthouse of the Four Seasons Hotel. Her mother gave her a kiss and hug, three credit cards, and an emergency phone number. Then she was gone, and Sare was alone. Outside it was getting dark, and the lights of Chicago were getting brighter.

Alone, in Chicago.

[The Harlequin]

[font=gothic][color=indigo][i]Qiqirn bounced easily on the balls of his feet, and rolled his neck around. The lights were bright, but at right angles to him, meaning he wasn't disadvantaged. At least, he wasn't alone in the disadvantage. Besides, at this point, and given the roaring around them, a few lights weren't going to significantly add to the pressure.

The world boxing heavyweight championship was a highly contested event, and it was with a lot of annoyed contenders that a recalcitrant Inuit made it to the final. Qiqirn silently debated however annoyed they'd be when he won. Which, of course, he had no doubt, even is the thousands of shouting fans, not to mention the derisive commentators, disagreed. Which didn't bother him. Hell, he'd kill vampyres, werewolves, creatures of the nights, and the far more dangerous foes, other humans, for about thirty years. Some punk kid, even if this punk kid was named Lars, was six foot six, and looked like he had at some point used planking to pick his teeth.

No doubt his teeth would look at lot worse later.

Qiqirn stretched his arms a final time, and nodded to the "referee". Never eager to get involved in fights, an official was hardly going to come between these two. Qiqirn lacked the bulk of his opponent, weighing in at only 198, but his qualifying fights had all ended the same way. The other man on the ground, barely breathing.

The referee blew his whistle, and shouting erupted around the room, amplified over the loud speaker. Qiqirn didn't move, simply continued bouncing on his feet slightly. Lars smiled his less than attractive grin, and took that as an invitation, stepping forward with a huge haymaker. Qiqirn didn't move, just smiled a little. The blow caught him on the left cheek, and snapped his head sideways. In fact, it bowled him over completely. Mainly because he allowed it too, but it still surprised him slightly.

Rather than lie there though, Qiqirn rolled backwards onto his feet. Lars, predictably, had followed him, with another hook. This one, Qiqirn ducked, stepping outside Lar's arm, and burying his own right in Lar's diaphragm. Given the musculature there, it only distracted him for a moment, but that was all Qiqirn wanted. He wanted to get in close.

Qiqirn would concede that size and strength didn't matter. Reach did, and he stood by that. And this guy had the arms of a gorilla.

Now the fight changed direction. Qiqirn drew his right arm back, and uppercutted Lars. Most people do that by striking under the chin. Qiqirn knew better, and struck the point of the chin directly, which sent reverbrations through Lars' thick skull, staggering him. Qiqirn continued with a blindingly fast left hook, two right crosses, one to the nose, one to a cheekbone, a left jab, a right hook, and then launched into a left punch from the hip, that struck on a forty five degree angle. This meant it pushed Lars back, while allowed Qiqirn to spin off it. He did so, spinning clockwise until his right shoulder faced Lars. From there, he brought his right up in a leading edge uppercut. It was a move few could truly perform was any power...But this had Qiqirn's full momentum behind it, and he was far from a weakling. The rising punch again struck Lars on the jaw, which served basically to shake his brain around like a ship in a storm.

Qiqirn immediately quickstepped out of range, and stood waiting...

...Sure enough, Lars fell, like a tree topped by the woodcutter he probably was. Qiqirn lowered his hands and waited. There wasn't a lot of blood, so no one really believed he'd been seriously injured.

Qiqirn found out a week later that Lars had permanent brain damage. Not that that was really much of a regression, or something that burdened Qiqirn. After all, he'd only been in it for the money. And he'd received a lot of that, despite the fact he turned down numerous sponsorship offers. He could have made his fortune simply off adding his face to products, but couldn't be bothered. He was set up for a while now, and he'd be more than capable of completely disappearing from the limelight. The major promoters certainly wouldn't object if the upset winner disappeared. Nor would too many other people, given his ethnicity. Which didn't bother him in the slightest.

Besides, the reason he'd come to Chicago was to beat up things probably a bit more dangerous than Lars, simply because they actually had minds...Most of them anyway. And that was the kind of thing he didn't want to have a high profile in.

Qiqirn looked around his rented hotel room, and shook his head. He was technically moving up in the world, but he still somehow preferred an ice hut in the middle of the Arctic. And gods knows he was glad to get out of that pathetic, flashing boxing gear.[/font][/color][/I]

[Swordsaint]

OOC: sorry I'm late, comp. was down at home.

Jacob's eyes scanned through the words on the new post. His eyes widened slightly at the words.
"A hunter's been turned and they're trying to assist him!?" He was logged on as Thrasher601 on Hunter.net.
"Where the hell are these fools at?" he scrolled down searching as quick as he could. He found it quickly.
" Chicago? where in the same city then, but I need a specific adress." He typed quickly on the computer He looked up at the libraran, seeing she still sat at her desk he quickly typed his reply:

Thrasher601 in the area. Will respond and support Immeadiately upon confirmation of your specific location. Contact me with this number.

1-403-878-5454

Jacob read the message. Satisfied he sent it to the hunter that had posted. He logged off, and left his computer, he picked up a few books on his way to the front desk, the title set in big golden letters: Vampire legends and folklore. Gently, he set them in front of the librarian.
"Checking these books back in ma'am." the librarian looked a little stunned, but she smiled weakly.
"My it's so nice to see a young man like yourself trying to change your way of life. I thought for a minute that you were one of those dreadful hooligans surfing the net for porn sights." Smiling he stepped away from the desk, and out the door.
She jumped into his car and drove off into the steadily flowing stream of traffic. He checked over his guns, and his sword, he was probably going to need them real soon...

[skedy]

[COLOR=teal][size=1] A soft click issued from her laptop as she closed it. It had been close to two hours since she had met Ryu in the bar, since then she had returned their room in the Grandview and posted as the man had asked her to on Hunter-Net.

?So where are we meeting them again?? Tea questioned Annie from the small kitchenette crammed into a corner of the room.

?The Night?s Last Stop, yeah I think that is what he said, well at least I hope so.? Annie replaced the sleek bulk of her laptop in its carry bag as she spoke.

?And it?s a Hunters only thing?? Tanya looked up from her book; it was the first time she had spoken since Annie informed her friends of what was happening.

?Yeah, I guess the others better not come,? Annie placed the bag beside her bed and looked back at the others, her usual concerned face present once again. ?It might be dangerous, I wouldn?t want anyone to get hurt.?

?Three it is then.? Tanya smiled and pulled herself off of the bed, crossing to the kitchenette and examining the array of food that Tea has littered the bench with she asked: ?What?s for dinner??

Tanya, Marianne and Annie were the only actual hunters still in group of girls, all of whom had been imbued almost six years ago, spending the first four years of their exclusive membership coming to grips with their powers the girls had only actually begun hunting creatures of the night in the last two years, as had most Hunters they had chanced upon.

?What are we going? a do while you guys are off getting yourselves killed?? Tea looked up from the chopping board, giving Tanya a stern.

?I?m sure you?ll find something, we shouldn?t be too long anyway.? Tanya watched as Tea finally realised that she had failed at whatever it was that she was trying to cook, she picked up soft wooden board and crossed the room to the small wastebasket.

?Well we are in Chicago, I?m sure there?s plenty to do.? Mel spoke up from the folds of a brochure. ?You know they have a pool on the roof.?

?What about room service?? Tea dumped the scraps in the basket and returned the board to the Kitchenette.

?Yeah that too.? Melanie?s words were distorted as she laughed, bemused at how fast Tea had managed to reach the phone by the door.

?Does it ever get dark here?? Annie was by the window now, looking out over the vast expanse of lights that was Chicago. ?You can?t even see the stars.? Tanya watched Annie staring into the broken darkness that had fallen on the city, at eighteen Tanya was the eldest of the little group and had seen a lot more than most of them. Yet she couldn?t figure how it is that Annie had never seen a big city until today. Sighing she crossed the room and joined her friend by the window.

?Yeah, I mean those vampires must have a hell of a time deciding when they?re supposed to get up.? Annie giggled at Tanya?s remark, surprised that she had found it funny she looked across at the clock beside one of the beds, it was nine thirty.

?I?m starved when can we get some food?? Annie turned back to find Tea hanging up the phone.

?Its on its way.? With a smile she jumped onto one of the three beds spaced along the wall, this room was belonged to Annie, Mars and Tanya, the others were booked into another, joined to this one by an elegant white door?[/size][/COLOR]

[Talon]

[color=teal][b]Kitsune:[/b]He isn't human. He's one of you.

[b]Ryu:[/b]Who?

[b]Kitsune:[/b]That boxer on the 'ships. Qiqirn or whatever.

[b]Ryu:[/b]Well, we'll wait for him to see the post. Call that Hunter, Thrasher. I have work to do.

[b]???:[/b]Wait!

[i]Ryu and Kitsune looked up, startled. In front of them was a familiar vision. But it wasn't quite the same.[/i]

[b]Kitsune:[/b]That you, Sare?

[b]Sare:[/b]How do you know my name?!?

[b]Kitsune:[/b]I know your mother. I..uh....*whispering to her* I'm the one that turned her. I was turned about eight years ago, right after Ryu left my dojo. Sorry.* I'm Kitsune, called Kitsu-kun or Kitsu-chan. This is Ryu Saotome, called Rocky or Fox.

[b]Sare:[/b]Konnichiwa, Ryu-san.

[i]Ryu squeezed the young woman's shoulder.[/i]

[b]Ryu:[/b]No need to be formal. I'm only seventeen, after all.

[i]With that, Ryu walked off towards a dark alley, the chop shop he'd heard a few rots inside of. He reached into his car's front seat first, grabbing his incendiary, a firebomb that incinerated everything softer than glass in a forty-yard radius...provided there wasn't an obstacle. Just the weapon for that chop shop....[/i]

[i]Kitsune's enhanced senses picked up the rots screams as well as the large "whumph-KRESH" of the incendiary bomb. He looked at Sare vacantly.[/i]

[b]Kitsune:[/b]Yeah, I'm a good few years older than Ryu. But hey, we're still rivals. I had to whisper earlier because...well...he had a bad experience when we were at school. He was hospitalized by eleven vampires of ENORMOUS power in the Houses, and he kinda tore 'em all up. Hated "evil" since. He always was on the "good" side, even if he was an extremist. But he has a caring nature. Always did. It came from his mother.

[b]???:[/b]Yes, Ryu's mother was very caring. Things would probably be different if I hadn't been turned....

[b]Kitsune:[/b]MASTER?!?!?!

[b]???:[/b]Do not fear, Kitsune. i am only here in the minds of those in the bar. Namely, yourself and the young woman. So my son still lives? Good. He shall soon know just who I am! Hahahaha......

[b]Kitsune:[/b]RYU?!? SON?!?! WHAT THE HELL?!?!

[b]Sare:[/b]We can't tell Ryu! He'll.....he'll go insane![/color]
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Sorry, guys. Tired. Continue on.

[Outlaw]

*Jeremy awoke in his hotel room the next morning, feeling grogy and tired. The alarm clock on his bed side counter was flashing 12:29. He had slept over thirteen hours.*

Jeremy - Awww s***.

*Jeremy sat up slowly, shaking the cobwebs out of his head. He slowly made his way to the small bathroom, his eyes to glazed over to see much. After turning on the fosset, he threw some water in his face, looking up at himself in the mirror.*

Jeremy - Damn. I am a mess.

*Jeremy made his way to the shower, the first he had had in over a week. After cleaning himself up for nearly half an hour, he threw on his last set of fresh clothes, a pair of baggy khaki work pants, an old white tanktop, and a fur-lined jacket, and and sat down at the foot of his bed.*

Jeremy - Alright. I'm in Chicago. Now what?

*He looked around the room and realized it didn't have a computer.*

Jeremy - Damnit. I figured these hotels had computers in there rooms. They cost sure cost enough.

*Jeremy stood up and scratched his head.*

Jeremy - Well, guess Im gonna have to go pick one up.

*Jeremy made his way down to the lobby. His old clothes and shaggy hair garnered him a great deal of attention amounst the sea of power-suits and work-dresses. He made his way to the front desk and rang the bell.*

Clerk - Yes, can I help you.

Jeremy - Yeah, I'm looking for a place to get a computer, or atleast get online.

Clerk - Well, there is an Internet Cafe down a few blocks and to the left, or we rent out laptops to guests at the hotel.

Jeremy - How much does that cost.

Clerk - $100 dollars a day, with a $200 down payment.

Jeremy - Uh, I think I'll just go to the cafe. Whats it called again?

Clerk - Cafe.net

Jeremy - Huh, real original.

Clerk - Indeed sir.

*Jeremy made his way out of the hotel lobby and walked towards the cafe. As he left, an ominous figure dressed in black made his way into the lobby. Jeremy sensed something wierd about the man, but shrugged it off, continueing to Cafe.net.

As he entered the Cafe.net, the aroma of coffe beans and smoke filled his lungs. The aroma was strong enough to knock him off his feet. He had never before experianced such an overflow of senses. After taking a moment to setle himself he sat down at one of the computers, logging onto his screen name of Walker619*

Jeremy - Now, lets see if we can't figure out why the hell I'm here.

[Cyriel]

Sare left Kitsune at the bar, and returned to her hotel room. She opened the door and sighed, thinking about all the chaos that night. There had been so many people, and so many secrets...
She had a headache. Time for some aspirin. Then she went to the computer, putting on some Mozart on at the same time. There was an encrypted email from her mother, which she opened immediately.

Dear Sare... The email just held the familiar greetings, her mother telling her that she was safe...for the moment. She continued, reading to the bottom of the short message, and stopped.

...come and get you soon, don't worry. I won't leave you. Be safe, and don't stay out late. Keep with the administrator. Most important: DO NOT TURN AWAY THOSE WHO KNOCK AT YOUR DOOR.

Sare stared at the all-caps sentence. Don't turn anyone away? Her mother must be sending someone, or...maybe someone important was coming... Well, she'd have to wait and see. Meanwhile, she went to Hunter-Net.

Log in: Shrapnel616
Password: ********

*Welcome back, Shrapnel616.*

The site was in chaos, everyone talking about Chicago and the hunters. What was happening? Everyone was so worried. But then, she noticed something odd. There were new smilies. Actually, little bats by some of the member names.

Then she realized that her mother had done something to her account. She had attached the bats to all the members that were vampires. Sare drew in a pained breath, shock going through her body. Almost 1/3 of the members were actually vampires. And they were tracking the hunters.

[Ben]

This RPG showed some promise, and I never actually got around to posting in it. This post is more of a kick in the rear to get it moving again, I'll post something with a little more substance later.

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*Welcome back OddFencer699*

Dinol scanned Hunter-Net, wondering what all of the buzz was about. Some Hunters in Chicago were getting together. He shrugged. Big deal. He read on and his eyes widened. It was a whole vampire nest!

Dinol quickly gathered up his things. The call seemed suddenly to be more urgent than before. A whole nest of vampires against two Hunters and a questionably loyal vampire. His help would be appreciated, if not needed. He logged off.

It was already after 10:00PM, but Chicago was a large city, and there was sure to be a flight on its way there. He had always traveled light on his mission to protect the innocent, and so he was ready to leave within a half hour. He headed off to the airport, rapier in plain view and cesti dangling on a strap from his bag.