RPG The Doomsday Redemption

[Engel]

[color=darkslategray][size=1]Ezekiel hid a smile in his jaded eyes, hidden beneath the deep, dark orange sunglasses as he took a cigarette gingerly from the pack, placing it in between his lips. He chewed on the filter for a moment, almost methodically, before taking the lighter. He allowed himself a chuckle as it took light.

[b]"Even the same brand I smoke. Well, I'll be damned."[/b] He inhailed slowly, then exhailed. Ezekiel tipped his glasses down slightly, looking at Charles. He gave the pack and the lighter back, yawning slightly and taking his seat again, trading off between the cigarette and the soda. He looked at Charles over the sunset-tinted rims expectantly.

[b]"Put your ass in a seat or stand, guess it don't make a difference."[/b]

[b]"I'd prefer to stand."[/b]

[b]"Ehh, your choice,"[/b] Ezekiel paused, inhailing carefully and for a long time, before expelling the noxious fumes outward. [b]"Anywho, I'm Ezekiel and I'm the one that'd like to know. I was sent here to meet 'cha. Now, care to explain why I'm takin' this time that I could be spending doing better things -like sleeping, or enjoying music, or, well...sleeping - talkin' to you?"[/b]

[b]"Actually, I was hoping you could tell me."[/b]

[b]"...Well, damn. Alright, um, I guess, we're here to talk about...you. I think. I don't know. Why were you told to meet me here, and who in the hell are you, exactly?"[/b] Ezekiel shook his head after speaking, sighing to himself and groaning. As he waited for Charles' response, he muttered to himself,

[b]"Why in th' hell don't they ever tell me why I'm supposed to speak to humans like this? I think they have fun doing this to me..."[/b][/color][/size]

[Aberinkula]

[COLOR=DarkRed]Chester told Vlad about his latest endeavors. Vlad was surprised that Chester was still alive going into Buckingham palace alone. He told Vlad about Mentor, and Dean's death. Vlad was surprised that Chester was a lucky kid.

Vlad turned towards the window, looking out from his domain was London's tall buildings. "I hear a train will be coming into town soon. It's only a rumor, yet, I would look into it if I were you." Vlad turned back around, he stood firmly. Chester took another look around the room. The bodies of Augustine hanging from the ceiling. "Why do you have so many of these corpses still lying around?" Chester asked. Vlad looked up. "They are mementos from my hunts."

Chester nodded in answer. "And why do you have an Augustine assistant?"

Vlad shrugged. "I keep them around mostly as servants. If they refuse I kill them. They'd rather live a slave than die I guess."

"So, father, why did you call me here in the first place?" Chester asked. Vlad sat down on his chair and yawned. "Well I was told by your grandmother that you were still alive, and I decided to meet my son again.? Chester rolled his eyes. "Well then if that's all, I must be going." Chester started to walk away. Vlad looked at him, he frowned. "Ever hear of S.O.L.F.?" Vlad asked.

"Yes, but I don't thin much of them. They're all just a bunch of power hungry rodents." Vlad laughed. "O come on kid! Everybody thinks of S.O.L.F., they just don't realize that it is an important subject. The future of the earth looks grim, but you don't care... give me a break. You have the attitude of a stubborn 12 year old. But you?re over 100 years old!"

Chester, in a fit of rage, tuned around and gave Vlad the finger. "Shove it up your fucking ass! Yes, I do care abut the earth. I live here and I always will!"

Vlad laughed. "Get out; you have a train to catch..." Chester walked out of the building.

"Who the fuck does he think he is, some fucking father I've got!" Chester walked around London for a little while. He reached the S.O.L.F. headquarters. He kicked the building. "Damn bastards, stealing earth from us!" Chester, despite being Nicodemus, knew now that he definitely needed to meddle in the affairs of humans. But what would he do?

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Chester went back to Hightgate for a rest. He thought about S.O.L.F. for a while. He thought deeply about his real father, Vlad. Cursing him even more.

As Chester was inside he heard his grandmother cry out his name. He turned around, startled. He thought it was someone else. Then out of the darkness he saw his grandmother, covered in blood. "Grandmother, what happened?" Chester asked. He ran towards her, she fell in his arms. "They came? and...Mentor-"
Chester put is finger on his lips. "Don't say any more. Stay here for a bit, I'll check out the others."

Chester ran towards the others; fear struck him, a fear he hasn't had for a while. He sensed something familiar, a feeling that someone was dead. It felt like that nigh. The night when Chester awoke, when he felt Dean's soul slip into an abyss of eternal sleep.

As he peered into his small village of 5 houses, he saw fire. Burning down the homes. There he saw, leering on the ground. It was Mentor. And looking at everything else, he knew that everyone there... was dead.

"What the hell happened Mentor?" Chester asked holding Mentor's body. Mentor?s eyes opened a little, but Chester could sense that his death would be coming. "Ches... Chester. You have to be the one to avenge us."

"Whatever do you mean?" Chester asked, tears falling from his eyes.

"They came in. Members of the Augustine clan and members of S.O.L.F." Mentor coughed up some blood. Chester shook him a round a bit.

"S.O.L.F? What the hell would they ever want here? And the Augustine as well..." Chester put mentor down. Mentor put his hand on Chester?s face.

"You must go to a train. It is coming to Buckingham Palace to deliver something toxic to S.O.L.F. When the others at the palace found out that you were there, they attacked me. Throwing out they hollered something I couldn?t make out. I came here, and the Augustine followed me. The tipped us of to S.O.L.F. as well"

Chester nodded. "Okay, but when?"

Mentor shook his head. "That I don't know. But something else... I heard was that a 'Black Box' of some sot is on that train. At the Palace I overheard some of the others talking about the train. They said something about a rendezvous as well. You should check it out; maybe try to stop it even. Others will be their too. And something a bout a vampire named deacon if I can recall."

Chester smiled.? I will, they must be stopped. Both of them are our enemies, and I want them both gone. Mentor and the village... I will not fail you.

Mentor smiled back. "I hope we can meet in the next life. You and so many others are our only hope. Save the world, and the clans. Preserve the future for all generations. And perhaps, both of our races can live together, once more." Mentor smiled again he closed his eyes.

As the fire raged on, Mentor?s soul faded into the darkness. Chester stood up clenching his fist.

"You hear that? All of you are screwed! S.O.L.F and the Augustine will pay for this! Fuckers!" Chester screamed emotions that were sleeping inside of him released.[/COLOR]

[2010DigitalBoy]

[COLOR=DarkOrange]It was almost seven o?clock when Josephine had decided it was time for her to go. [url=http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a215/heartas_sweet_asCandie/Anime/animeblack.jpg][COLOR=DarkOrange]The young girl, who she had found out to be named Jessica[/COLOR][/url], had become good friends with her in the past hours. Jessica lived with her mother in a house near the Big Ben clock tower. She and her mother had been hanging out with some friends when Josephine had stumbled in a bloody mess. Jessica?s mother, a human doctor, immediately took her over to her house.

Once Josephine had been cleaned up and bathed, Jessica gave her some of her clothes. They were just about the right size and far less cumbersome than Josephine?s old dress. Josephine?s hair was a mess or tangles and bloody clumps so it was cut short as well, giving her an all-around lighter feeling. Jessica had also given her a hat that she had been eye-balling and curiously playing with.

Jessica told her about how she had been born a vampire as her late father was one. Her father?s last words were how he was glad to have died before his wife and daughter as he could never live beyond them. Jessica was technically a half-breed, though the vampire blood in her was far naturally far more prevalent than the human blood. Her mother had done everything to protect her and keep her identity secret.

Josephine needed to leave if she wanted to catch the train. She didn?t know if or how many were planning to attack, but she was going to find out nonetheless. After thanking Jessica and her mother for taking care of her and promising to return at her young friend?s wish, she headed out under the gray light of the sun just barely making itself known through the massive gray storm clouds still billowing overhead. She reminded herself the time and place where the attack would take place, deciding it would be best to head there directly. [/COLOR]

[Imp]

OOC: Yay, after two weeks of no internet I am finally able to post in this RPG!!! I did say in the Underground that I was sort of confused as to what was going on here, but now I at least get the bit about the poison-carrying train heading to Buckingham Palace.

And I will say it again: Sondra is in the [b]Nicodemus[/b] clan, not the Augustine. Read my signup for proof.

IC:
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[color=darkslateblue][size=1]"...Here I float, a silent being
People like you are all around
You see me
An apparition in the darkness..."

Sondra stood amongst the graves of Highgate, as she often did during the night. Even if she had to be someplace during the daytime, she still often came here to rest under a willow tree along the way. Such is what she would have been doing at this point as to avoid the sun's brightness, but today that brightness was most pleasantly obscured by an array of oncoming storm clouds. As a result, Sondra was instead walking around the place, feeling long grass brush against her skirt (which happened to be coloured a poppy red) and the usual old brown shoes she wore. The long-sleeved blouse she wore that day was a bright green in colour, so a passerby might have thought she looked like a christmas elf. Not that Sondra would know, as she was unable to distinguish between colours.

It is true that Sondra would not normally be out and about in the daytime, but she had just heard from a messenger near the cemetery about a train called Drigg heading to Buckingham Palace, carrying a bunch of toxic materials and, supposedly, a foursome of Augustine vampires. Ever since she had heard about this, she kept thinking about the damage that could be caused to the city from this incident. She knew that the Augustine were set on settling a score with humanity, so she4 figured this sort of act was rather typical. Still, it was rather unsettling to know about an attack of such a measure. What was more unsettling was Sondra's thoughts about what she could do to stop this train. She'd have Drigg itself and four Augustine members against her--not a good reason to take a shot at it. But then, what [i]could[/i] she do about this problem?

In the moments afterward, Sondra sat against a willow tree, contemplating this issue.[/color][/size]
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OOC: I know that post might have seemed flat and that I may be getting ahead of things...

[Ozymandius Jones]

[SIZE=1]Charles stared for a second longer, trying to see through the opaque tangerine glasses. Did Ezekiel even have normal eyes? [i]I don?t want to know,[/i] he decided. He tosses his latest cigarette stub to the floor, ground it out with his boot, but not lighting another.[B] ?I was hoping you?d be able to tell me why I?m here, too, but seems that?s not gonna happen?As for who I am?? [/B]He paused, trying to think of a way to explain the chain of contacts?nothing simple came to mind. Their methods of communication ? if diagramed ? closely resembled an octopus attempting to strangle a daddy-long-legs: all twisty knots and loops and simply put? It was a mess, and was best described when both parties involved had been drinking for several hours.

All these thoughts darted through his brain before he managed to fake a weak smile. [B]?That?s complicated. I?m really just a courier.? [/B]He began rifling through his pockets, finally finding the envelope he was searching for in an inner pocket, under his iPod, his gum, his back-up lighter and half-a-dozen candy bar wrappers.

He slid the envelope out, self-consciously trying to rub off the chocolate smeared on one corner before he gave up, holding it out.

[B]?Dunno who, ?xactly, it?s from,? he offered, eyes on the envelope, ?But I was told to give it to ?my contact,? who ? I suppose ? would be you.? [/B]The envelope was parchment-thin and very light, with an old fashioned wax seal over the flap. He?d spent a considerable amount of time last night, trying to work out a way to get it open without tearing the delicate paper. His attempts hadn?t proven successful. It was downright [i]annoying[/i].

His headset buzzed in his pocket, vibrating for a second before launching into [i]Flight of the Bumblebee[/i] in high, electronic tones. He fumbled for it, returning Ezekiel?s look of [i]extreme[/i] skepticism with a defiant sneer. [B]?I bet yours plays effin? [i]Mozart[/i] or some shiat like that, eh??[/B] He shoved the envelope into the Vampire?s hand and managed to hook the headset on before it began the song again.
[B]
?Did you give it to him?? [/B]The high, clear voice of his main contact ? she only knew him as Gabrielle, he only knew her as Ardilla ? spoke quickly, over the static. She sounded worried. He sighed into the mouthpiece.

?[B]Not even an ?ello, love??

?Cut the crap, Gabe. Did you give it to him??

?Yes, yer majesty,? [/B]Charles sniped back. [B]?Any other royal decrees??[/B]

Silence. Ardilla had hung up. Charles yanked the headset back out, sighing dramatically. [B]?Women, ?ey??[/B] He nodded at the envelope. [B]?So what?s it say??[/B]
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[Vicky]

[SIZE=1][i]OOC: Apologies for the lateness. I didn?t have time to involve Faust in my post, so it?s not as detailed as it should be. I?ll give you the basics here; you?ve got two days to have your character find out about Drigg, start making their way there .ect. Nothing to do with ambushing the actual train should happen yet. Props to Ozy the banner =) [but that?s still Jesus in your Avatar Ozy][/i]

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The constant beeping through Sellafield was an indication to all the Vampires. Although they did not fear the radiation, they knew better to ignore the alarms. When the mono=tone beeping stopped or changed pitch, they knew something was wrong. Whether they acted to stop it or not was another story. But, so far in fifty years, there has been no change in the constant beeping of Sellafield.

Metal clicked against metal as the two Vampires, dressed in white coats and high boots though still retaining their Ancient Vampire charm, marched up the corridors carrying a large steel crate between them. Behind trailed a large, broad man with long hair flying past his shoulders, a trench coat that did not belong in Sellafield and a clipboard carried under his arm. When the beep sounded every five seconds or so, he blinked. Never failing.

He stopped at the doorway and watched intently as the two stepped onto the train, carrying the case as carefully as they could. The neon lit loading room was full of S.O.L.F. Vampires, walking on and off the Drigg with various items and various intentions.

[B]?We?re scheduled to set off in two hours and stop at the mid-point for escorts.?[/B] The trench coat Vampire stated to the two as they got back. The beeping sounded and he blinked each time it did between his words. [B]?Do we have the driver??[/B]

The two nodded and indicated to the train, wherein an odd looking man stood, directing people where to place things. The trench coat Vampire nodded slightly.

[B]?Instruct him to leave the lights on. A Drigg driving by night is a Drigg driving to doom.?[/B]

For the next two hours, Drigg was loaded and unloaded, although the only necessary item was that carried by the two white-coated Vampires; the plutonium present in the steel box. The rest was just a small contribution, and a means of hiding the only precious cargo that would be carried back to London.

The neon lights that ran down the tunnel containing the long, heavy train and its exit began to change to a dark orange colour after the two hours were up. Only three Vampires, including the infamous eccentric driver, had boarded by this time. The others moved away from the train, further back against the wall and the lights.

The sound of hydrroliucs and nuclear engines was even enough to drown out the bleeping. As it did so, the Vampire covered in his thick trench coat stopped his blinking. Even though he could not hear the alarm, he had no idea something would go very wrong.



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Midday. The sun was blazing in the sky ? like it always seemed to do whenever Deacon was out. He bit his piercing, a sign of annoyance from the heat, and adjusted his goggles to make sure they were covering his delicate eyes. After the information he received, the scorching heat of the outskirts would not make him turn back. Besides, it had taken him a good three hours to sneak past the heavily guarded boarders to London.

Now he was walking on steep grass, a hillside that caved downwards to accommodate a railway. He tried to keep himself upright most of the time, but the bag he carried was making it difficult. Really, he should consider making friends? to carry these kind of things for him.

Though he?d rather work alone. He was sure of that.

He was not, however, sure how many Vampires would be involved in this so-called ambush. Deacon only knew that the train would not arrive in this area until after midnight, and that he was the first one here. There would probably be very little left of Drigg after Deacon had finished with his little trick.

He let go of a tree branch he had been dearly hanging onto and let his feet sleep down the slope. Gravely stones and mud flew up onto his coat, which he frowned at and did nothing to avoid. He managed to settle himself at the bottle of small hill, touching the thick rail tracks with the edge of his boot.

He sighed and wiped his forehead. Why couldn?t the planet be in another ice age? It would make his job so much easier.

Down the tracks were nothing but emptiness on both sides. No train ever ran through, except the Drigg and other transports from Sellafield. It was kind of saddening to see the decline around the area. Deacon remembered it was once filled with industries? now? what was left of it? A track and a few trees. That?s all.

He sighed again and knelt down at the tracks. Drigg would reach its midpoint at 0:00 o?clock, and it would reach Deacon?s position half an hour later. He grinned at this information. He doubted anyone else would know the exact times of Drigg, he had been to the tracks enough times to understand Drigg?s speed and bizarre schedules, even when Sebastian suddenly decides to have it move.

The black bag he was carrying was set down on the stones and he pushed a palm onto the thick steel track. With another grin on his face, Deacon reached into the bag, pulling out a strange object that looked nothing more than a thick red old age digital alarm clock, with a few wires hanging out, too.

With a slim hand Deacon managed to fit it under the track, placing the odd contraption beneath the steel. He pulled the wires up and twisted them, laying them ontop of the steel. The trigger was pressure, the pressure of a steel train flying over it.

Not really high-tech, but the bomb was enough to send the front of Drigg hurling into the air like a blazing bone-ship, damaging the middle and obscuring any passengers guarding the cargo. The thought made him smirk slightly.

Just a few more hours?[/SIZE]

[Allamorph]

[indent][align=justify][SIZE=1]Her master did not return until almost morning.

Madeline was waiting for him this morning, as she did every so often, attempting to test the progression of her faculties against his skill, to catch him should he slip one day on his return. It had become a sort of unspoken game between them, a game they played only at her discretion and without his foreknowledge, a game she could never win. He was far too practiced for silence to be anything but natural to him by now, and she was still young compared to him, still learning. She knew this, and yet she tried anyway; striving so for the impossible made tracking others of her kind that much easier.

Seated at one end of Faust?s long, hand-carved mahogany dining table, in the chair left of the head seat, facing the full windows, Madeline waited, working patiently on the laptop that sat cockeye on the table in front of her, her chair turned left as well so she could scribble easily on the legal pad beside the computer, which she did at intervals. Madeline was dressed in smart business attire: a navy blue blazer worn over a plain white blouse with quiet lace ruffles at the neck and cuffs, a navy blue skirt that fell down past her knees, and a plain set of matching heels, closed-toe and simple. Her slender legs crossed demurely at the knee, and she sat straight, her left arm resting on the chair?s back, the other skillfully typing one-handed. She held her head with the same natural discipline that the rest of her body displayed, and the image was completed by her cold, vampirically attractive features. Her long blond hair was tied up and back in a tight ponytail before cascading down to rest between her shoulder blades.

It had been raining since the previous afternoon?not a terribly heavy rain, but a steady, persistent, even rain that refused to abate. The sound of it on the oak patio was pleasant, though, and Madeline listened to its soothing thrumming through the open terrace door. William, the butler and only other of the manse?s residents, had twice offered to close it for her, but she had politely refused and he had eventually abandoned the subject. In truth, she wasn?t so much concerned with not hearing the rain as she was with making the game that much harder; it was quite easy to mark one?s approach by the sound of a door opening, and ease was not her intent. Madeline wanted to work for her prize.

It would not come tonight. The first evidence of her master?s presence came as the diminishing sound of the rain, and she looked up to see Aleister Faust casually closing the patio door, water still flowing off his hat. Even his overcoat, made of a coarse wool fibre, had already dripped a few small puddles beneath him, so thoroughly was it soaked.

[B]? ?Tis a bit moist,?[/B] Faust pronounced.

[B]?So it appears,?[/B] she replied evenly, looking him over. She added simply, [B]?You?re late.?[/B]

[B]?Am I??[/B] Faust checked his pocketwatch, a sterling silver contraption, devoid of any engravings, with gold hands inside and a small diamond at the twelve o?clock position. [B]?I suppose I am; I hadn?t noticed. Have I missed dinner??[/B] he asked.

William?s voice answered as its owner faithfully entered the room.

[B]?No, master, I took the liberty of ? good heavens!, sir, you?re soaking wet.?[/B] He pronounced it ?säh?.

Faust looked down at himself as if only just noticing his damp state. [B]?Yes I am,?[/B] he answered as William relieved him of his overcoat. [B]?It is, after all, what happens when one travels in rain.?[/B] The rain had penetrated even his thick coat, so that his charcoal suit was saturated as well; Faust possessed the genuine appearance of a wet dog, if a highly refined one. [B]?About dinner: is it by any chance soup??[/B]

[B]?It is, sir.?[/B]

[B]?Oh good. I shall have it in the kitchen. First I must get out of this mess.?[/B]

William nodded and exited. [B]?Of course, sir.?[/B]

Faust returned his attention to his assistant.

[B]?I picked up an interesting bit of news this evening, concerning Drigg.?[/B] He began removing his sodden gloves, cradling his cane in the crook of his right arm.

Madeline entered a few quick keystrokes on her laptop. [B]?It runs from Sellafield tomorrow, yes??[/B]

[B]?Yes. Apparently Drigg is to carry some sensitive cargo as well, and to Buckingham no less. I should like to know what it is.?[/B]

Madeline?s eyebrows rose briefly. [B]?You want me to intercept the train and find out,?[/B] she offered, anticipating his instruction.

[B]?No, actually. Drigg will be heavily guarded on this run; I?ll find out what I wish to know. Besides,?[/B] he added, half to himself, [B]?I?ll be in the area.?[/B] His voice returned to normal. [B]?What I would like you to do is monitor Buckingham when Drigg arrives and see if anyone special receives the package.?[/B]

Madeline nodded.

[B]?Now, if you?ll excuse me,?[/B] Faust said graciously, [B]?I have some desirably hot soup waiting for me, and I have somewhere I wish to be tomorrow afternoon. I bid you good morning.?[/B] And he was gone.

Madeline returned calmly to her work.

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Faust arrived at his somewhere at exactly three minutes past noon: a hill outside London that Drigg?s tracks happened to run past. He mounted the top in a single leap, his black leather dress shoes making no sound as they touched the earth. He was dressed today in a bright lime green suit, his shoes and black gloves, hat, and cane contrasting sharply. At his throat was a prominent royal purple cravat, and the skin of his exposed face and neck was covered thickly in white makeup against the sun.

He looked through his sunglasses down the hill to the vampire he had marked the previous night as he had passed through the city. It was the von Lorentzen boy, and he was at the moment rather engaged with the train tracks. Faust stood motionless at the top of the hill. There was no need to move; the boy would come to him, if not from curiosity then because he might feel threatened. No one particularly likes to be snuck up on.[/SIZE][/align][/indent]

[Andrew]

[SIZE=1]John quickly left her to her musings, seeking the relative comfort of his bedroom. He began rummaging through drawers for a fresh pair of jeans, idly rubbing the two pin-prick scars on the left side of his neck. He suddenly realised his hand and wondered what Theron may be doing. It always seemed his neck acted up when he left her for brief periods. His “Master” no doubt thinking of him.

He didn’t begrudge her the control she had over him, he was grateful for the gift Theron had given him but sometimes he often felt a little smothered by her.

Dropping the train of thought altogether he pulled a small belt through the hoops of the jeans and began walking back into the living room.

[B]“What’re you mumbling about now, Theron?”[/B]

The question lingered a little in the air as the thoughtful, faraway look on her face returned to one she’d wore when jumping out on him earlier. When she didn’t answer after a few seconds he moved past where she sat and began fumbling about with glasses and drinks in the kitchen area.

[B]“Get ya somethin’?”[/B] he asked over his shoulder, already preparing her a drink anyway.

Pulling a freshly cooled can from the fridge he popped it open and took a long gulp. With a refreshed sigh he moved to sit next to her on the settee.

[B]“So, what are our old friends Augustine up to these days?”[/B] He asked, handing her the small glass.

She took a quick sip of her own as he gulped another large mouthful.

[B]“Oh, you know. This and that. I heard from a little birdie they’ve got a big plan coming up soon. Something so big it involves the Drigg, would ya believe?”[/B] The mock enthusiasm in her tone made him smile a little.

[B]“You’re serious? Doesn’t sound like much to worry about though. You know as well as I do that if brains were chocolate, the Augustine wouldn’t have enough to fill a Smartie.”[/B] Her eyebrows drew together as she eyed him for his crappy/retro joke, before he continued, [B]“And I’m guessing that if you know, then surely some little Nicodemus are sure to know too?”[/B]

[B]“More than likely. Any thoughts?”[/B] She asked, her attention failing, she began stroking Bill, the little black and white cat on her lap again.

[B]“Well, I’d at least like to be there to see what goes on. I haven’t had a good fight in quite a while, I’m getting out of practice…”[/B][/SIZE]

[Engel]

[color=darkslategray][size=1][b]"Women? I wouldn't know, never really found time for that between being shot at in wars and getting drunk in bars. Anyway."[/b] Ezekiel read over the letter carefully, chewing on the end of his cigarette. He thought to himself in slight amusement that if he got himself a chew toy, he could stop his cigarette addiction. Looking down at the letter, he sighed and folded it up.

[b]"Oh, the usual. Deacon wants to rig some railroads for a project or sommat. And this says us - that is, you and I - should go help him. I'd rather chew a cigarette and go to sleep, but I guess work is work. Besides, sounds pretty important."[/b] Ezekiel stopped for a moment and looked at Charles.

[b]"Lemme see your lighter."[/b]

[b]"For what?"[/b] Charles replied, even as he reached into his pocket to fish out the ligher and hand it to him. Taking it in between his dark fingertips, he reached into his own pockets and fished out a cigarette. Placing the tobacco stick in his lips, Ezekiel gazed at the letter for a short second before using the lighter to set the letter on fire. It was dry, and it burned quick. Leaning his head down, Ezekiel lit his cigarette off of the burning print.

[b]"See, can't leave any evidence. And in this neighborhood, who knows who might try and pickpocket us, and reach into my jacket, 'n then we're, well, fucked."[/b] Charles rose an eyebrow, but said nothing more as Ezekiel handed him back the lighter, and offered one of his own cigarettes to the young man.

[b]"I suppose we should be going, right about now. I don't feel like pissing off Deacon, eh?"[/b] Charles nodded and jammed his hands into his pockets as Ezekiel did the same.

[b]"Oh, just so you know, my phone plays a clip of the song [i]Sonne[/i], by Rammstein. Not Mozart. I couldn't ever get into that classical crap."[/b][/color][/size]

[TheResplendent]

[FONT=Tahoma][b]"Yes sir, but I request to choose my own team for this."[/b] Virgil responded to Sebastian's order for him to lead the escort for the Drigg. The palace was still lacking an ample amount of active vampires in the service of the SOLF, but Virgil still found it neccesary to choose carefully. He figured that if it was just him, it probably would have been enough, but Sebastian always preferred the idea of the Augustine working in groups, so Virgil wished to choose based on who would keep themselves at of the most trouble.

[b]"Of course, but you don't have a lot of time. I ask that you depart within the next half an hour."[/b] Sebastian ordered. Virgil bowed his head and turned to leave the room. As the doors opened he quickly began walking toward Helana's room to tell her that he would have to leave. He pulled his cell phone out as he walked and dialed a number. THe other end rang only one time before there was an answer.

[b]"Sir?"[/b]

[b]"Sakon, meet me by the yard in ten minutes, we have a mission."[/b] Virgil spoke. The response on the other side was emphatic [i]"yes sir"[/i] as Virgil hung up. It was the expected response from any SOLF member working under Virgil, no questions asked and stalwart dedication. He knocked on the door to Helena's room before entering seconds later. Helena leaped up from her bed and fixed her hair as she ran over and shut the radio off.

[b]"Is everything ok?"[/b] she asked, standing there innocently.

[b]"I have to go, Sebastian's orders. We are to escort a drigg from Sellafield and make sure of it's safe arrival."[/b] Virgil explained. Helena's eyes grew pouty, clearly upset that Virgil would be leaving for a long time.

[b]"But...that's not something someone of your status should be doing, is it?"[/b] she asked in a whiney tone. Virgil placed his hand on her shoulder gently, as she placed her hand on top of his.

[b]"You underestimate the importance of the neccesity for this train to reach it's destination. In any case, with me there everything will be fine. There is no need to be concerned."[/b] Virgil said, retracting his hand from her shoulder. He turned around and began walking away. Helena chased after him though and grabbed his right arm with both of her hands and kept up with his walking pace.

[b]"Wait! Let me go too...the usual group is four vampires, you have room don't you!?"[/b] Helena asked in a pleading tone, wanting at the same time to be with Virgil and to be useful as well. She knew how their last outing made her look wth her getting wounded and her still pre-mature vampire abilities not being able to heal the wound as quickly as most others. She wanted to prove to Virgil that she could be an active Augustine as well.

[b]"There's no way."[/b] was all Virgil simply said as he kept walking. Not only was Helena not ready for something like this, but she would more than likely be in danger of getting hurt again.

[b]"Please! I know you probably don't think it's best that I go, but I want to show you that I can handle it. Your usual team members are still out, so I know you have room! I promise I won't hold anyone back."[/b] Helena insistently pleaded. Half way to the meeting place designated for Virgil and his first choice of a team member to arrive, another voice interuppted Helena and hisself.

[b]"A mission...you weren't going to take me, were you?"[/b] Linett asked, leaning against the doorway. Virgil rolled his eyes and sighed inside his head, now realizing that he was going to get it from both of them about being taken along.

[b]"Look, this mission is very important. Potentially dangerous as well, but most of all it's an assignment for the SOLF. You two have no business being there."[/b] Virgil tried to explain, noticing that the time was growing closer and closer for him to leave.

[b]"Dangerous? Hardly a threat. I happen to be in a good mood, Virgil...so I guess if it will make you feel better...I promise to behave for the most part."[/b] Linett spoke, clearly indicating that it was probably rather difficult if not conclusively impossible for her to completely "behave".

[b]"That's not the point..."[/b] Virgil started to say, he looked at his watch again and realized that dealing with Helena and now Linett didn't leave him much time to put together anyone else other than Sakon Kurama, first class adjutant of the SOLF and Virgil's personal favorite to have on important missions. He sighed to himself and walked out the door passed Linett. Helena followed slowly behind, she avoided Linett as best she could by sliding her body through the door sideways and prancing along a little quicker once she got passed her. Linett just watched on as a black Subaru Tribeca drove into the palace's garage. Sakon stepped out of the driver's side and greeted Virgil.

[b]"Are they the other team members, sir?"[/b] he asked, referring to Helena and Linett.

[b]"What? No...they are just here to see me off."[/b] Virgil explained.

[b]"Joseph and Fedor are on other orders from Sebastian, they won't be able to join us. We [i]are[/i] going to need two more people."[/b] Sakon mentioned, giving Virgil a look as if to say "might as well bring them along". Virgil sighed to himself and placed his forehead into the peripheral pincers of his thumb and pointer fingers. They had to leave immedietley and it seemed Virgil had little choice.

[b]"You two, get in the car. But be careful and don't incite anything. We're only going to be there to guard and not search out trouble."[/b] Virgil said, as he opened the door to the passenger side and got in. A wide and satisfied smile broke out across Helena's face as she pranced over to the right side back seat. Her elation was only cut short by the realization that she would have to ride next to Linett. Linett opened the opposite side and just grinned at her.

[b]"I won't bite, darling. Don't worry."[/b] she assured Helena. The two of them closed their doors and they were on their way in a matter of seconds. That was another thing Virgil liked about Sakon, he was what you would call a "professional" fast and reckless driver. Always seemed to get where they needed to go in the fastest time, even in the type of car they were in.[/FONT]

[Aberinkula]

[COLOR=DarkRed]Chester went out of the village that had burned. He went over to his grandmother he tried to wake her from sleep. But she wouldn?t awake. He tried and tried to get her to wake up, but she wouldn?t move. ?Grandmother get up. ? Chester said softly, but it was no use. ?I said get up!? he yelled. She wouldn?t wake up. He put his head on her lap. He started to cry

?Damn those Augustine, damn them to hell!? Chester wiped tears from his eyes. ?I will kill them!? Chester screamed. He got up, slouching over he gave his dead grandmother a kiss. Chester had to leave Highgate to catch the Drigg. He walked out of the cemetery he headed towards Big Ben. He had to retrieve information fast, before he missed the train. It was crucial to him, his lust for revenge grew tighter.

[][]

Chester went inside Big Ben, everyone had returned. He walked up the stairs when Derry came charging down. He had a small robot following him. ?Hey Chester!? Derry yelled. Chester jumped down the stairs. The robot was chasing Derry; Chester put his foot out, the robot went into the air and landed on its head. ?Thanks there Chester, my mows exterminator was on the fritz again.? Chester patted Derry?s back. ?Okay then. Hey do you happen to know about a train that?s supposed to be stopping at the palace?

Derry nodded.? up, it?s called the Drigg. If you want to catch it I?d hurry up, it?s going to be there soon, I heard a big ambush is going to take place!? Chester ran away fast. ?Thanks Derry!? Chester hollered. Derry waved goodbye, as Chester headed out the door.

Chester ran towards the palace. He was going to be a target of the Augustine now that they know who he is. It wouldn?t be easy that?s for sure.

After about half an hour, he stopped at the palace. ?Okay, get ready S.O.L.F. the rebellion is here!?[/COLOR]

[Raiha]

[font=times][COLOR=DarkOrchid][i]Linett giggled to herself and smiled slightly at Helena's innocent looking face. She was thinking quietly that Helena was perhaps being more polite than usual. On the other hand, she wasn't being quite as polite as Virgil or Kai...but she couldn't expect that. After all, she was a baby by comparison. It was almost cute. Virgil turned his head slightly to get Linett in his periphrial vision. Linett was looking ahead, completely ignoring everyone around her as a matter of fact, probably because she'd seen everything she wanted to see and was done being curious. Her hood was pulled up over her face, and all he could see actually was one eye, and the usual braid tied with a red ribbon falling down to her shoulder.[/i]

"Did you rest enough?

[i]One of about six surviving vampires that had in fact been born by next to conventional means gave him a glare that would've iced over the thousand hells. Her eyes narrowed slightly and the pupils became vertical slits, but only for about half a second. They reverted back into their original shape. It was a testament to her thinly stretched willpower. Such a question was innocent in its meaning, but Linett's personality took it as an affront, until she reminded herself that Virgil meant well. She covered over smoothly with a polite response.[/i]

"Of course I did. Don't worry about me. You should be more worried about her."

[i]Helena shifted slightly, as Linett's eyes flickered over to caress over her body, perhaps not that sensually, but not exactly cooly either.. She smiled a tiny bit, but then frowned as the realization that Linett had just called her an infant. In an instant, Helena's face had morphed from an uncertain smile to a frown that nearly obscued her beauty. Her voice was harsh and cruel, and her fingers clenched into fists.[/i]

"You shouldn't be worried about me. I can take care of myself."

"Because you did so well the last time."

[i]Her sarcasm was all the more funny because it appeared so rarely. Virgil was in fact surprised at how quickly it came from her.[/i]

"And you did much better. Psycho."

"Helena! Linett! Stop."

[i]Both stared straight ahead and stopped speaking all together. A faint smile played about Linett's lips, as if she had been planning to needle Helena all together. In all honesty, she probably had. Helena pouted naturally, her perfect lips puckered and annoyed at the same time. The feral licked her lips, running the tip of her tongue along one of her fangs.[/i][/color][/font]

[Vicky]

[SIZE=1]Deacon had risen to his feet slowly when he finished with the rails. He hoped that no one would come near the area, since it was obvious they would be blown to pieces by the blast. Deacon, however, wasn?t willing to put up a sign to warn anyone. What was to happen would happen, his only part in this would be the bombing.

God, he felt like a terrorist again.

As he was about to move away he thought he saw something in the corner of his eye. Two wars had taught Deacon to always trust your instincts, especially if it doesn?t hurt for them to be wrong. He froze, trying not to look at the figure he [i]thought[/i] was there. Slowly he knelt down once again and placed his hands under the rail, as if he were fixing something. In reality he had pulled off a sharp piece of the device, slipping it under his sleeve.

He then turned around and folded his arms. He was right.

The odd lime green suit and elegant appearance made Deacon roll his eyes. Not that he knew Faust incredibly well, he just knew of Faust, as everyone somehow did. To be honest, Deacon had no patience for the man. Especially his tendency to just appear all over the place.

[B]?Are you having fun up there, you old bastard??[/B] Deacon spat, a bit too harshly than intended. The distance and Deacon?s shaded goggles prevented him from seeing Faust?s reaction to the comment, if there was one. So he moved forward.

Deacon pushed his way up the hillside in a few strides, fully aware Faust would have done it in one. When he reached the top, he stood directly in front of Faust and folded his arms again, although Faust?s attention seemed to be directed to the sky.

[B]?I guess half of the Vampire community is involved in this now. I don?t understand why my clan seems to enjoy telling everyone possible.?[/B]

Faust?s head turned to Deacon, although he still seemed somewhat elsewhere.

[B]?What, did you say, are we all involved in??[/B]

[B]?Fuck you, don?t pretend you don?t know.?[/B]

Really, you would think a man such as Faust would be taken aback by this kind of reaction and harshness in Deacon?s voice, but he wasn?t. He simply shifted most of his weight onto his cane and titled his head at Deacon, which only made the boy irritated; he did not condole seeming like a specimen for amusement.

[B]?We don?t seem to be very happy today, do we??[/B] Faust asked, without waiting for an answer. [B]?Now, about Drigg -?[/B]

[B]?Which you, of course, know everything about already.?[/B] Deacon muttered loud enough to cut Faust off. His irritability today was taking its toile and he increased his grip on the metal object he had placed under his sleeve.

[B]?For Heaven?s sake, boy, will you drop that? You?re an old enough Vampire to know it will do no harm and you most certainly don?t need it.?[/B] Faust shook his head slightly and whipped his cane off the floor, beginning to pace around Deacon. Deacon threw down the metal and folded his arms again.

[B]?I don?t have time for this.?[/B] He told Faust.

[B]?Of course, you?re meeting someone,?[/B]

Deacon?s brow furrowed. [B]?No. I?m not.?[/B]

[B]?Oh, I thought you were??[/B]

Deacon sighed and rolled his eyes again. He knew now that Faust had stated it; it was indeed immensely possible he would be meeting someone today.

[B]?I take it Drigg is carrying something important, for you to be planting such a device, and to therefore take so many lives.?[/B] Faust had stopped to look over the tracks, not speaking to Deacon?s face. Deacon just talked to the back of him instead.

[B]?The lives of a few Augustine don?t matter for the amount we?ll be saving.?[/B]

[B]?That?s not very? Nicodemus of you? is it??[/B] Faust looked over his shoulder slightly. [B]?And you used to be such a lovely young boy.?[/B]

[B]?Look, you may be respected throughout the entire world for whatever god damn reason, but I don?t have the patience for people like you. There?s nothing I can tell you that you don?t already know, there?s nothing you can tell me that I [i]want[/i] to hear.?[/B]

[B]?That,?[/B] Faust almost cut Deacon off, turning around sharply, [B]?[i]that[/i] is a common misconception nowadays. We [i]assume[/i] too much.?[/B]

Yes, Deacon agreed there ? he also felt that Faust made him the most paranoid Vampire more than anyone else. Deacon knew full well that Faust was a very intelligent man; therefore he was always curious about his motives. He felt Faust?s intelligence made him more prone to toy with people, and Deacon did not like to be toyed with. He did, admittedly, feel slightly bad for being so snappy to the ancient Vampire, though Deacon really didn?t care now.

Deacon stood in silence for some time, and so did Faust, for whatever reason. The entire time Deacon was looking down at the ground, from side to side and the finally up to the sky. He sighed and looked over at Faust, stood almost directly in front of the sun, his back turned to Deacon. Like a child giving up being stubborn, Deacon walked over to Faust and stood beside him, leaning slightly to try and get the man?s attention.

[B]?Look, Drigg has Plutonium on it. The kind that?s going to create more nuclear weapons, more nuclear disaster and more trouble for the entire world. I?m waiting for it to blow up then I?m taking the Plutonium and I?m keeping it away from the entire world. Humans and Vampires a like.?[/B]

Faust, perhaps, half-smiled at Deacon?s good intentions.

[B]?But you?re a Vampire,?[/B] he stated.

[B]?I have nothing to do with Plutonium, I won?t abuse it at all. Besides, I doubt anyone from the human side or the good-intentioned Vampire side of the world will have half enough brains to think of a good way to stop Drigg.?[/B]

[B]?Yes, Deacon,?[/B] Faust seemed to be shaking his head slightly again, [B]?blowing it up is [i]really[/i] a good idea.?[/B]

Deacon narrowed his eyes. He really did not have time for this.

Without so much as a good bye Deacon gave Faust the one-fingered salute, turning his back to the old Vampire and walking off at the otherside of the hill. Whether Faust would have uttered a word about the nature of Deacon, he didn?t know. Deacon had stopped listening.





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[I]OOC: Give me a shout if you think I portrayed Faust wrong in anyway. I know it seems as if I?m trying to avoid Faust, but you can bring him back into Deacon?s area at any time ? I just wanted to do something to show the rather pissed off side of my character =)[/i][/size]

[Aberinkula]

[COLOR=DarkRed]Chester's anticipation was paying Finally he could do something rather than sitting on his ass all day doing jack-shit. He walked towards the tracks. He was trying do this fast enough so that he didn't miss the action. As he entered the station where the Drigg would stop, he noticed someone from the corner of his eye. It was Vlad.

"Well, I see your interested in the train after all..." Vlad smirked. He was very sarcastic, and darn good at it too.

"What the hell do you want?" Chester growled. He was getting suspicious. "I wouldn't think you'd be in this place. Don't you have someone to see?"

Vlad laughed. "No, no, no. On the contrary, I don't. But I see your here. Changed your mind about S.O.L.F?"

Chester nodded. "Why does it matter, they're a group of power hungry bastards. I will fight them all if I have to!" Chester stood his round. He boomed his voice over the train yard. Vlad gave him a look, a look of superiority.

"Well than, I guess I'd have to step in..." Vlad said, holding a large knife. Chester's eyes flared. his angry face turned to weird shape. He was confused. "Whatever do you mean?"

Vlad shook his head. "I guess should have told you sooner. But when S.O.L.F. first stated I was a member. I'm still a member today, even tough I'm just their lackey. I'm at the lowest chink of the rank chain. But killing a nicodemus should make me popular with some of the Augustine members. Especially the ones who were trying to hunt you down at Highgate."

Chester knew what was going to happen. ?why now? Just let me ambush that train!?

Vlad chuckled maliciously. ?Ha-ha! Yeah, I?ll just let get to that train and sabotage it, that?s what I?ll do! Don?t make me laugh son! I?m going to kill you, so S.O.L.F. will know what I am!?

Chester shook his head. ?How? They don?t even think I?m that much of a threat. What makes you think that I?m on the top of their most wanted list?? Chester laughed. ?How can you be so naive??

Vlsd was angry. ?You son of a bitch!?

Vlad started towards Chester. Chester took out a sword which he found in Vlad?s building. Unbeknownst to him, Chester stole it. ?Fine than father, it?s a battle you want, it?s a beating you?ll get.?

A battle between family wasn?t what Chester needed. But his life was on the line.

[I]OoC: I hope you don't mind a father son chat? [/I] [/COLOR]

[Revelation]

[size=1][color=#4B5B5B]Theron snickered at John?s comment and sighed as she kept petting Bill. There was a still silence for a few seconds until John has broken it.

[B]?Okay, obviously you?re not going to tell me why you snickered on your own.?[/B] John stood up with the glasses in his hand and walked to the kitchen. When he returned he said with crossed arms, [B]?Alright, come out with it. What was so funny about what I said??[/B]

Theron looked up at John and erupted in laughter. She meant to snicker again but when it came to mockery, she could never hold a straight face. This mocking laughter had scared Bill away and he hid behind John?s leg, who wasn?t amused by the least. He raised a brow and looked at Theron, who was nearly going to topple over, clenching her stomach. He tapped his foot a few times and waited for Theron to answer his question.

It took her a few minutes to gather her composure and sit back up in the couch with her hands gently laid in her lap. [B]?You?re full of funny lines, aren?t you, Johnny??[/B] She looked at him amusingly. John, on the other hand, was still bewildered. [B]?What was that fight in the German bar, then? That wasn?t a ?good fight???[/B] Theron smiled largely to keep from erupting in another laughing fit. She cleared her throat and said, [B]?If you think you?re out of practice, then I must be out of shape in terms of a ?good fight?.?[/B]

She smirked at John and walked towards him, placing a hand on his sternum. [B]?If you want a fight, why don?t we go visit our good neighbors, the Nicodemus? I?m sure they?d be happy to let up some information.?[/B] Her eyes glistened a moment as John looked down at her. Something behind her eyes was creating a wild fire within Theron and it was aching to escape from the internal prison it was confined to.

John sighed and walked towards the table and grabbed his jacket and key and stepped out the door. How could he say no to Theron when he knew the hold she had on him? Even so, it wasn?t like him to decline from ?visiting? friends he hadn?t seen in quite some time. When John looked up from locking his door, Theron was already out in the rain with a black parasol.

[B]?I suppose you?ll be greeted with a big homecoming then??

?I suppose you?re right.?[/B][/color]

[B]OOC:[/B] Sorry for not posting sooner, guys. It?s just been a bit hectic around here, what with graduation around the corner and finals before that. But not to worry, at the end of this month, I?ll be free to post as much as I can. And better posts, for that matter.[/size]

[Andrew]

[SIZE=1][B]“Have you, like gotta bottom-less pocket I don’t know about?”[/B] John asked with a raised brow at her parasol. Satisfied with the locked door he turned to follow her down the stairs.

[B]“Wouldn’t you like to know?”[/B] Theron answered without turning, though John knew she was smirking.

[B]“Yeah, that’s why I asked! More like a bottom-less ass!”[/B] He retorted.

Theron stopped dead, turned on her heel and stared at him. It was [I]The[/I] look. The one she often used before beating the shit out of people. John immediately stopped infront of her, put both his hands in mock surrender and grin weakly at her.

She quickly pushed out her breath, turned and continued walking again.

[B]“So, how long has it been?”[/B] She asked, the offensive comment apparently forgotten.

[B]“Well, after being turned by a former-Augustine and then briefly joining them, the Nici’s were a bit reluctant to accept me. I think the last time I did any real talking with anyone as an official Nici was back when I was 20 or so.”[/B] He shrugged, although she still had her back turned. [B]“You know, there’s times when ya see someone ya know. You’re climbing rooftops minding your own business, naturally you bump into a few old Vampire buddies, know what I mean?”[/B] He grinned goofily at her as she turned to eye him.

Walking down the street together in silence, the pair were a sight. Theron, looking very much like some gothic singer-chick with her little black parasol, John behind her looking like her burly bodyguard as he pulled on his black sunglasses. He smirked at the idea. Many things amused him lately, [I]Must be getting to that age[/I] he thought to himself.

As if knowing what he was thinking Theron stopped, allowed him to pass her a few steps and spoke. [B]“You’re not going to make too much trouble tonight are you?”[/B] Her lower lip pouted slightly. He turned to face her, first smirking then becoming completely stoic. He straightened his back, put up his right hand.

[B]“I swear I will not kill anyone.”[/B]

She groaned and started walking again.

[B]“Oh God, not the Terminator [I]again[/I]!?”[/B]

Knowing exactly how to annoy her he quickly caught up to her and marched next to her, devoid of emotion and mannerisms. It just so happened that one of John’s favourite past-times, acting the part of the Terminator, was also one of Theron’s most hated.

[B]“Who are we gonna rough up for info?”[/B] She said, evidence of pouting still on her face and in her voice.

[B]“Hell I don’t know. Like I said, I was 20. I haven’t really had any contact with the Nici’s for like 44 years love, sorry. I’m sure, like ya said, they’ll be happy to see me though.”[/B] He did seem genuinely apologetic, then as an after thought, [B]“Who’d you get info about Drigg from anywho?”[/B][/SIZE]

[Revelation]

[size=1][color=#8B008B]As the two vampires walked, Theron stayed silent even when John asked her a question. She was entranced by the sound of the rain against her parasol. Somehow it soothed and calmed her; it was a nostalgic feeling altogether. Theron looked forward as she and John came to a crosswalk. She hadn?t looked at him since a few ways back, it was how she was. However, John was beginning to get a bit impatient and antsy; he wanted to know where she had gotten the information but knew not to question her too much. He began to open his mouth when Theron answered.

[B]?You weren?t about to grab my shoulder, turn me around, and ask me again where I got my information...were you??[/B]

John closed his mouth and cleared his throat. He knew Theron was smirking; in fact, she wore that smirk since she left his apartment. When he looked up, she was already halfway across the street. He caught up with her and looked down at her, waiting for her to say something.

Theron looked up at the sky and found that it was letting up. She seemed content with the idea of the rain stopping but she knew that it?d return. It always did. As she looked up at the sky, her lips began to move, [B]?You and I both know that the Augustine vampires are known for their flagrant disdain towards the Nicodemus. But did you know that they?re also reputable for their disgusting loyalty towards each other??[/B] Theron gazed over at John from the corner of her eye before settling her face fully on him. [B]?If there?s anything the Augustine pride themselves over- other than being the supreme race- is their undying devotion towards each other and the Augustine name. I may not have an undying devotion but I am loyal to the laws I was raised by. For me to divulge that sort of information would be like asking you to kill a fellow Nicodemus.?[/B]

After a moment?s silence, John asked, [B]?Why are you telling me this? I thought you severed all of your ties with the Augustine Clan. So why do you feel like you can?t tell me who you got the information from??

?It?s one of the many mysteries that you and I will never know, John. I may not be an Augustine anymore, but somehow I feel that I can?t betray them in this way. No matter how ridiculous that sounds, I just can?t.?[/B]

The rain finally let up and Theron closed her parasol. The two vampires walked in silence and it stayed that way. As they walked, Theron couldn?t help but think of what she said. It wasn?t that she couldn?t betray the Augustine; if she wanted, she would have betrayed the Augustine ages ago. It was more the man who taught her the ways of Augustine that she couldn?t betray. Yet, that was something she would never let escape from her lips for to her, it showed weakness. Longing, nostalgia, and any emotion of the like was weakness and Theron couldn?t allow herself to seem weak.[/color][/size]

[Ozymandius Jones]

[SIZE=1]
[B]"Well...your taste in music is better'n your taste in shades, I'll give y'that much." [/B] Charlies replied easily, repocketing the lighter. The two began walking towards the tracks. Neither went ahead, neither went behind...it was like the unspoken law of the streets. Don't trust anyone enough to walk in front of them - don't act like they trust you enough to try and walk behind. He sucked on the fresh cigarette, glaring through the returning drizzle.

[B]"Deacon, 'ey?" [/B] The news had cheered him, slightly. If Deacon was who he was thinking of, he'd had encounters before. Mostly favorable, or as favorable as encounters with vampires went. "Bloody brilliant. Any o' 'is projects generally lead to chaos and other lovely stuff like that." He pulled his iPod - the real one, not the headset - out of his jacket and tried to untangle the cords, fingers itching for something to do.

Two sets of boots echoed off of alley walls. Charles felt more alert than he had in a while - nothing like walking with a vampire, supposedly to [i]meet[/i] another vampire, to get you fully awake. Better than coffee...but not better than other things.

He drew on the cigarette again, irratably.

Better not to think of that. [/SIZE]

[Vicky]

[SIZE=1]It was still awhile to wait. Deacon didn?t understand why the train couldn?t blow up and be done with it, then he could go back to sleep? for a few years. In fact, why couldn?t the entire problem just blow up and disappear? Oh, that?s far fetched wishful thinking indeed; though he?d much rather prefer that to happen. He was tired of everything already.

He moved a strand of green hair out of his line of vision and adjusted the goggles ? didn?t want any sunlight to get in his eyes, now, he was nearing a dangerous age for the Vampires. Old bastard.

Since his encounter with Faust Deacon had walked some distance alone along the barren land, with his hands tucked neatly in his trench coat pockets and his head either looking down at his boots or around to the side out of curious. He was in a much better mood now, he thought. Given he had walked so far, he had time to think about things, and be by himself. That always tended to put him in a good mood.

An odd sound that was misplaced in the area he had been walking caused Deacon to come to a halt. He may have been getting old, but his hearing was certainly Vampire quality. He narrowed his eyes at the direction the sound was coming from.

See, he was half way back to the city now. The dust was merging with concrete of what could be known as ?wastelands?, concrete that previously held buildings and other establishments (demolished in 2010). As well as a variety of left over building foundations, dust and weeds, there were a few trees and bushes surrounding a slight slope. Anyone could come up that slope and scare you senseless, and Deacon reckoned that was happening right now.

Because he wasn?t entirely sure what the sound was ? maybe footsteps, or voices ? he had backed away somewhat. But as he did so two figures emerged, both of which he recognized slightly. That put him at ease enough to stay where he was, folding his arms and waiting for them to approach him.

Deacon found himself grinning when he put a name to face he saw.

[B]?Oh, well look who it is,?[/b] he laughed, unfolding his arms.

[B]?Evenin? Deacon.?[/B] Ezekiel nodded slightly at him and stopped, probably waiting for see if Deacon would offer a handshake (why else would he unfold his arms, anyway?). Deacon, however, didn?t feel it was necessary.

He diverted his attention to the man Ezekiel had brought with him, who he recognised from somewhere. Deacon eyed him for a moment, watching the man as he began to wrap his iPod earphones away. He gathered from him composure and general look that he wasn?t a Vampire ? or maybe Deacon was getting too presumptuous for his own good.

[B]?Ah, right. This is Charles. You?ve met him before, right??[/B]

Deacon smiled, nodding slightly. [B]?Now I remember. Are you still a human??[/B]

Charles looked up, screwed up his nose like he was a little insulted by Deacon?s tone of voice.

[B]?Human as I?ll eva? be.?[/B] Charles replied.

Deacon tilted his head slightly but didn?t bother to try and agitate the human. He knew the species was generally easy to annoy. He decided to change the subject instead.

[B]?I?m sorry I didn?t recognise you at first, Charles. You know, memory is damn bad these days; I end up running into far too many people. And I suppose you?re both here about the Drigg??[/B] he asked, folding his arms once again.

[B]?Well, we got a letter, about you?re little idea to the rig the tracks. Thought we?d come and lend a hand,?[/B] Ezekiel told him. Deacon shook his head, laughing.

[B]?Already done it, and I ran into Faust whilst I was doing that. Half of the bloody Nicodemus is going to be here at this rate. I reckon if we wait around, we?re going to end up with a pretty huge force behind us. And when the bomb blows, it?s just more of us to take out the rest of the Vampires on the Drigg.?[/B]

Deacon couldn?t believe what he was suggesting. Not only would he despise working with a large group, he also despised waiting. Great. Well, at least he wasn?t on his own in the waiting, now.[/SIZE]

[Andrew]

[SIZE=1]John knew enough not to pressure her further. Theron was being nice about her tight lips now but if he continued to interrogate her he’d find himself feeling rather soar in the morning. [I]Many[/I] mornings to come for that matter. Instead he decided upon a more hurt-free method to gaining info.

They continued walking a few steps as John drew out his phone, pushed some buttons to bring up the desired contact and then held the phone to his ear, letting it ring. After the standard four rings a change in tone indicated that the phone had been picked up.

Theron didn’t hear the other side of the conversation, only heard John’s greeting.

[B]“You kicking about anywhere to chat right now?”[/B]

John suddenly seemed surprised and then looked up at the roof of the building next to them. Theron followed his gaze, noting the man-shaped figure on the roof, left hand waving and right hand held close to his ear. John hung up the phone put it back in his jeans pocket and nodded to the figure.

[B]“Be back in a flash.”[/B]

With a slight bend at his knees John leapt to the second story window of the building, then with a further leap landed on the roof of the five-story building. Theron closed her eyes and continued listening to the rain as she waited. After a few moments, John appeared again in front of her, landing without a sound. A slight nod of his head indicated the direction they were going to walk.

[B]“That was Little Nicky, he’s my newest friend. He’s been with the Nici’s for about 5 years or so.”[/B] He explained.

Theron made no indication that she understood or was even listening as they continued walking but John knew she was taking in what he was saying.

[B]“He says Drigg should be heading to pick up some Augustine reinforcements somewhere along the line anywhere after 10 or 11 tonight and then continuing on to the Palace.”[/B]

[B]“Of the Buckingham variety.”[/B] She interrupted. Stating, already knowing which Palace he meant.

[B]“Yeah. He says it was fairly difficult to come by, but he’s a sneaky litl’ rascal. He may not have been one of us for very long, but he knows how to get info, I’ll give him that much. Although, he’s not sure of the exact location so I figure we’ll just walk the line towards the nuclear place and see what we see.”[/B]

She nodded mutely, agreeing with his method in discovering the train. John thought she was getting a little depressed but knew better than to indicate he felt something was bothering her. Thoughts of taking a beating from such a small woman made him smirk.

[B]“I haven’t walked the line in a while so it should be fun too!”[/B] he added. She eyed him for only a millisecond but it was long enough for him to wish he’d just shut up instead.

They carried on towards the start of the train tracks in silence, nothing but the sound of rain between them.[/SIZE]

[Allamorph]

[SIZE=1][indent][align=justify]Faust watched Deacon leave out of the corner of his left eye, one eyebrow raised, a bemused smirk on his face. The boy was becoming more confident and cocksure with every passing decade. His motives remained the same, though, despite his obvious (to Faust) attempts to cover them with the whole nonconformist bit.

Faust sighed and turned to the tracks below him, the only evidence of society this side of the city for several miles; London lay some distance to his left, and to the right, at the tracks’ end, was the Sellafield plant, if one followed them long enough.

The problem was, the boy was becoming quite dense as well. In their brief, less than amiable (on Deacon’s part) exchange, Faust had all but spelled his wish that the von Lorentzen abandon his scheme, and the boy had caught none of it. It was rather depressing, and Faust couldn’t help but wonder if there were any left who truly desired to think, and observe, and ask and answer seven questions of theirself at the same time. The feeling passed, though. Faust was not prone to be perpetually pessimistic.

It wasn’t that he really wanted to stop the boy; rather, he’d prefer to let the events unfold as they would. If dear old Sebastian wanted to send precious cargo to Buckingham, send it he should. If Deacon wished so for an ambush, then an ambush he would have, and Faust saw little reason to interfere.

It was really more the method in which the ambush had been planned that bothered the vampiric sage. He had caught a glimpse of the parcel the boy had affixed to the track’s undercarriage, but he felt the need to confirm his suspicions, and so he tossed himself easily into the air, landing upside-down in the center of the tracks, balanced by his hands.

His lime blazer falling haphazardly about his ears, he lowered himself to eye level with the base of the track, his cane now resting crossways on the soles of his shoes, which were aimed like flagstaffs at the sky. It was a most comical sight, and had there been anyone around to see, they at least would have been forced to choke in amusement.

It most certainly wasn’t elaborate, Faust decided about the bomb now in his vision, but it was definitely designed to be extremely concussive. The tracks were going to be badly damaged, to say nothing of the unfortunate cars, or their occupants. Faust sighed again, noting absently that sighing felt quite different when one was standing on one’s head, most likely because inhaling was a little more strenuous. With a small effort he righted himself, retrieving his cane smoothly from the air and strolling back up the hill.

No, the explosion wouldn’t do. It was far too messy, and the ensuing damage was certain to have the media swarming all over the place, like maggots on a dead carcass. And if there was one thing Faust despised, it was the media—as if his pet analogy for them wasn’t indicator enough. None of them were ever interested in facts or truth, only spin and ratings and how best to present an issue so as to cover the most popular side without completely alienating the opposition, which was admittedly…still spin and ratings. Like as not they’d stick their noses where they didn’t belong, and, sadly, the easiest and most satisfying method of dealing with them (that was, shooting them, though not initially in a fatal manner) was unfortunately out of the question, and the situation would only deteriorate from there.

Faust stood at the knoll’s summit for a few moments, lost in thought, his face turned toward the east, away from the sun, which had by now passed meridian. The problem now was how to derail the explosion, as it were (Faust’s mouth twitched), without disrupting the ambush. But the only way to do that would be to….

The events of his previous night’s jaunt returned to him, and his thoughts clicked into place. It would be tricky, of course, but that would be half the fun, and if all went well he’d get some personal satisfaction out of the incident. It was just a matter of playing one’s cards at the right time, and Faust was certain he could at least do that.

He pulled out his pocketwatch and glanced at it. He had plenty of time; Drigg wouldn’t leave for several hours yet; enough time to get a few pieces into place. With a click, he snapped the time piece shut and thrust it back into his trousers, then took off for the city.

There was also time for a midday snack….[/align][/indent][/SIZE]

[Revelation]

[size=1][color=#8B008B]The sun was now covered by dark gray clouds and the rain was pouring more than ever. The feel of the rain brought back hazy memories and mixed feelings of nostalgia, anger, and sorrow. It always had. Theron always loved the rain yet despised it at the same time. She looked forward to find John ?walking the line? the way young children did. She broke a small smile and chuckled at the sight- a grown man balancing himself on train tracks.

[B]?View?s quite beautiful up here, ya know.?[/B]

John groaned when he felt a sudden weight on his shoulder and Theron?s voice trailed from above. He sighed and looked to find Theron?s fishnet stocking legs dangling from his right shoulder. His eyes trailed up the legs to find a balanced Theron sitting atop with a black parasol over her head. She looked down and giggled something evil, waving her hand at him. John sighed and knew Theron wouldn?t come down from her ?throne?, so in silent complaint he walked.

Theron?s eyes were looking forward to the horizon but her mind was drifting somewhere in the opposite direction. She rested a hand in her lap while she held the parasol over John?s head with the other. It was a while down the tracks when Theron had spoken the first word since she?d been sitting on John?s shoulder.

[B]?Johnny...can I ask you a question??[/B]

John merely grunted a ?huh?? in reply. Theron breathed in the fresh air before continuing. John slowed in his pace and waited for Theron?s continuation but when he received none, he looked up at her. [B]?What?s on your mind, Theron??[/B]

Theron looked down at John. [B]?Why?re you so interested in all of this? What?s so important to you about Drigg and all that?s been happenin? with Augustine??[/B]

Before Theron could squeeze an answer out of John, the two suddenly arrived at the point of place.

[B]?We?re here.?[/B][/color]

[B]OOC:[/B] Tweaked the ending a bit. Didn't really like the way it sounded.[/size]

[Imp]

OOC: I'm not out of this RPG yet!
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[color=darkslategray][size=1]It was a rainy late afternoon, a few hours too early to be heading for the Drigg Sondra had heard so much about. She was now pacing about the bedroom of her apartment, and in fact had just woken up. She was still wearing the whole Christmas-elf-ish outfit--the red skirt and the bright green blouse on top. Strangely, that was one of her favourite outfits, as it looked to be a rather pretty shade of gray to her, and was quite comfortable as well.

Sondra glanced around the room, first at the raindrop-covered window looking out on the front gates of Highgate and the two guards standing near its entrance. Then she looked to her bedside table, where her sunglasses lay in front of a digital clock which told her it was 7:04 PM. And finally she looked to the bathroom door--and went inside of it.

A while later, Sondra was standing in front of the sink, a black towel draped over her shoulders, and another black towel in her hands. This black towel she now used to dry her now black hair, for she had just re-dyed it as she needed to do once every five or so days. Anyways, while she was still holding the towel against the back of her head, she went out the door and walked over to her computer to wake it up. When she did, she found that she had her email program open, and that there was a new message in her inbox.

"But I just checked my email this morning..."

The email had no name to indicate the sender--this was rather suspicious. Sondra had received a few emails like these in the past--all of them had been from other "Nicodemons", as she sometimes called them so as to try to be funny. So that having been said, she opened the email...

[quote][size=1][color=royalblue]Dear Sondra,

You may or may not be aware of the train known as Drigg carying something of the Augustines' possession to Buckingham Palace. Well, the plan that Deacon had planned out for us involved using a case of plutonium to blow up the train. But Deacon is Deacon, which doesn't necessarily mean we are. Plus, blowing up the train would just attract the media men, right? Now, I am writing to you just in case you are unaware of this. And it might be in your interest to know that Drigg is currently stopped at the station in Sellafield, which as I was told is only a short bus ride away from Highgate.

Sincerely,
Your Secret Helper

P.S. The last train out of Highgate leaves at 7:30.[/size][/color][/quote]

[i]7:30?[/i] Sondra thought. She glanced back at the clock to see it was 7:18. There was still hair to dry, shoes to put on...

A few minutes later, Sondra was walking along the alley that led to the street, across which the entrance to the cemetery now stood. By that time, she was still wearing the same clothes as before, with the addition of a dark grey cloak just in case her clothes underneath happened to be a bright colour, and a blue umbrella. Yay, now instead of looking like a Christmas elf, she looked a little more businesswoman-like. Only she also wore her purple sunglasses, so as to dim any bright streetlights and the little bit of sun that was left in the sky. Speaking of sun, even though it was still raining, the sun could be clearly seen. In fact, it made the city take on an orange glow, and the raindrops glisten like little drops of gold. It was a beautiful sight to behold during such a downpour--though to Sondra the raindrops looked a lot more silver than gold, and the sky a dark gray rather than a dark orange, and the small strip of sky white rather than blue. And what would Sondra care about beauty anyways--if it didn't give her so much as a good feeling?

"'Ello," the bus driver greeted Sondra as she went to sit down. There were two other people in the bus--one man sitting in front of her and reading a newspaper, and one teenage girl chatting on her mobile phone. Nobody important. And the best part was, Sondra didn't look as old as she normally did at this point, and didn't look that suspicious or showy either. And Sondra was especially thankful that her fangs didn't look like fangs, so that nobody could tell she was a vampire even if she opened her mouth. She didn't know what would happen if some human did know, but she would not take any chances--for she was one to expect the worst possible outcome.

On the way to the station, Sondra kept eyeing the newspaper-reading man sitting in front of her, and glanced at the girl, who couldn't see her and was occupied with her conversation. Then she looked back at the man in front of her, and leaned a bit closer to him while he turned a page. Then, she slowly raised her hands and placed them near his head. Then Sondra took a quick glance at the other girl--who was still occupied with the phone. Now sure she was not watching, Sondra relaxed herself a bit as she ran her hand around the man's head for a while, just barely close enough to access his aura. This continued until the man had to get off the bus...

Finally, Sondra arrived at the train station. A few minutes later she was sitting at a bench facing the platform at which Drigg was resting. She felt refreshed and ready for action, having drained a little bit of energy out of the newspaper-reading man on the bus along the way. However, it was still early--a quick glance at her watch told her it was nearly eight o'clock. So by that time, all the lights in the station were out, and Sondra was disguised by darkness. For the sun had just set, revealing a small bit of deep blue sky amongst the heavenly blanket of clouds. But one could not possibly call anything heavenly in this crucial minute.[/color][/size]

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OOC: When I started typing this post, I automatically put Sondra on Drigg. But then I read more posts and realized that Drigg wouldn't leave till midnight, so that was a cause for re-writing... So the boarding will happen next post, when it gets a little closer to midnight.

[Andrew]

[SIZE=1][B]“We’re here”[/B] His strong voice suddenly more subdued.

Theron didn’t say a word, she just focused her eyes in the direction she perceived John to be looking. John quickly snaked his way from the tracks, slipped up the light incline of the banking to the side and slinked behind a tree just enough so that he could still see his mark.

As if knowing he’d need them, John pulled out a small pair of black binoculars from an inside pocket of his jacket and held it up to his eyes. As he held it infront of Theron’s eyes he began to speak.

[B]“Three guys. The green haired one’s a Nicky. His name escapes me, something foreign though. Von-snicket or something. Don’t think I’ve talked to him or been introduced formally but I recognise him. I don’t know the other guys though. One of them looks human I’d say, something in the way he carries himself.”[/B]

Happy with his analysis and that she’d seen enough, John brought the binoculars back down and into his pocket. Theron, still sitting atop her high throne, eyed them disinterestedly but looked like she was considering something.

[B]“Well, what ya reckon?”[/B] He asked, the confidant, almost child-like excited tone back in his voice.

[B]“I [I]reckon[/I],”[/B] She said, mimicking his welsh accent [B]“You still haven’t answered my question.”[/B] Still observing the little gathering.

Not wanting to make her ask a third time, knowing she hated to repeat herself, John just thought it better to get it over with.

[B]“Well, ya know TAM,”[/B] he smirked a little, knowing that calling her by her initials as a nickname annoyed her, a little revenge for making him explain his motives, [B]“I’ve always wanted to see space and all that, so I don’t really wanna see these Auggie-fuckers blow up half the planet or something with their nuclear shit and kill most of the people who’ll get me there.”[/B]

Theron scowled a little, as he guessed she would, at the name he’d used and then rolled her eyes when he mentioned his space-dream, also as he guessed she would. Theron never did approve of his space aspirations. He continued to stare at her as she kept her focus on the group. After he stared long enough she huffed and turned to face him. He just smiled back, a wide cheshire grin on his face.

[B]“So, what’s your interest in this little girl? Or can you just not bare to part with me for any period of time?”[/B] he asked, adding the last part very sarcastically.[/SIZE]