Re: The Roleplay {NOW OPEN}

[newjak]

William Terry was sitting in the back of the buggy trolling the dark london streets. The carriage was rocking back and forth William was looking out of the window. He could see the the seedy under belly of this city. From the ladies on the corner looking for some oney for just the general thugs. He could even a murder taking place down a shadowy alley.

He turned back to inside of his vessel. Bored with the night and routine he had gotten into. He begin to twirl his cane back and forth. Looking at the silver engraved head he was thinking about the life. Of course he was thinking of his life and what it had become.

He used to be a fierce warrior cutting through hordes of creatures. Mostly werewolves when they were at the peak of their power. He had done battle with some of the most vicious beasts to ever walk this planet. Now he was a wig. someone who when to parties to meet and dine with the politicans and sit through hour long meetings about the most trivial of subjects.

He almost almost to his destination now. He didn't really care he just wanted it to be over.

[The Big Daddy C-Master]

The Archlord sat in his throne and surveyed all that was his area, from the top to the bottom, from ceiling to floor. His lackeys were moving about willy-nilly, trying to look busy and impress their master. The Archlord sighed, bored. He was waiting from a message from his lackey, Baetor. He was ready to initiate the first part of his plan, and this was all that he needed of dire importance before he could begin his true work. A work that was worthy of his feared and powerful genius that scared all in the underworld. But for now he had to wait. Patience was a good point of his, especially when he had to wait. But he was wearing thin of even that… he was ready to take action.

The planar gate opened before him, grabbing the attention of all nearby. For the past few months, the gate had been opening randomly, sometimes drawing the devils from the other planes of existing, they were dispatched easily, but it caused everyone to go on alert. However they had no need to worry this time. As the plane settled back down, everyone went back to their tasks. Baetor approached The Archlord with rightful fear, not daring to look into the eyes as he spoke.

“So what is the news that my faithful servant wishes to bring me, if he so values his life?”, asked the Archlord, skipping right to the point and avoiding silly pleasantries.

Baetor straightened his tie that he got in the other world and looked at him, “The news is wondrous, now is a time better than any, their defenses are down!”

The Archlord looked with a face of delight, he knew that it was time…

[Evelyn]

Shihiro set the thin stick of charcoal alight, blew it out, and pencilled in her eyebrows, which had been whitened by the oshiroi; the snow-white paste evenly spread across her face, like a smooth ivory mask. She used the charcoal stick to outline her eyes, then painted full, red lips onto her small mouth. As she let her long, ebony hair fall past her ribs, she looked into the round mirror and smiled daintily. She looked like a delicate, porcelain doll. No one would guess how deadly she was.
She was a creature of the night, in more ways than one: a vampire and a consort. She turned and watched her lord, Duriko. He was wearing a red velvet wrap-around robe – that was all – and he had allowed his ebony hair to fall beyond his wide, toned shoulders. His shapely beard encircled his mouth, laying thickest on his chin, and his dark, oval-shaped eyes glittered like polished obsidians. He was sipping heated blood from a goblet, though she knew he preferred it fresh from the neck. She kneeled on the bed beside him, and he dipped his fingers into the goblet, holding them out to her. She licked the blood off, laughed throatily and went to retrieve his silk shirt and cotton leggings.
“Why must we meet with these foreigners?” she asked, running her fingertips lightly across his chest as they stood in a shard of moonlight. “Couldn’t we just kill them all?” She whispered viciously, digging her nails into his skin. She saw his eyes light up with pleasure.
“Because they will be useful against the lycans,” he murmured. “Nothing more than that, Shihiro.” She slinked away to the door and left with a racy backward glance.
“Go hunting, my dear,” he called after her. “The meeting will only bore you.”

[The Big Daddy C-Master]

The Archlord looked at his servant with a cold stare. “You actually disappointed me Baetor, I was hoping to punish you, but the whim has left me now.”
Baetor looked with a sigh of relief, his highness was always so unpredictable, but he was so charming at the same time it was hard not to admire his being. He stood, there, unsure of what to do or say until further command. He was even more relieved when his highness walked off, and proceeded to his room without warning.
The Archlord approached a large, glowing orb. He began to hold it and caress it with care; he was looking for a vision. The orb began to speak.
“Does the great one wish to know when to claim his destiny?”
The Archlord looked ahead with a stare. “Is this time better than any other?”
The Orb replied back. “Now is a good time as ever, their defenses are down but you have always been ready. In your powerful mind in great insight you must learn to trust in your own ability.”
“ I don’t need the lesson, I’m a thinker first. I don’t want any mistakes like the last Blood War.” Said the Archlord, remembering a time when the Blood War raged on for centuries. It was the Devils against the Demons; with sides shifting so many times that no one could be trusted. It got the Archlord his current throne, but the losses were so great on both sides that he resorted to scouting first an more frequently before making his move.”
The orb went silent; he knew he had received his answer. The grabbed his halberd and proceeded out of the dimensional gate. It was time to claim his destiny.

[Evelyn]

Shihiro walked down the dark, empty streets of London. She wore fairly simple attire; a dark blue wrap-around robe and soft elk-skin leggings. Her boots were of soft black leather, so that she moved swiftly and soundlessly through the shadows.
As she piled her hair up onto the back of her head, and skewered it there with a long silver pin, she heard the distinct sounds of an approaching cart. She caught the scent of a lone human. Her eyes flickered slightly from the need for fresh blood. She knew her hunger would be tempered very soon, and grew restless with anticipation. Peering round the edge of the building she crouched near, she saw the blockish shadow of the cart looming in the mist.
Just as it drove past, Shihiro leapt at the driver and tackled him to the ground by the cart, making the horse rear and tip its cargo of straw through the air. The old man screamed once, but shock overcame him as Shihiro, pinning his hands down with her knees, sunk her razor-sharp teeth into his neck. She sucked and felt his warmth shoot through her veins.
Her eyes rolled as she pulled away, breathing heavily, blood dripping from her chin.

[newjak]

William heard a quick scream coming from outside of his cart, All of a sudden the horse reared back almost flipping the cart over. William was not happy with this. He needed to get to his meeting and this would delay him even further.

(Humans) William thought. He stepped outside of the cart expecting some kind of accident figuring the driver had fallen off worthless bag of flesh. Soon though William understood that this wasn't the case as the smell of fresh blood dripping was very pungent in the air.

William walked around to see what was hapeening and then came upon a sight that caused the cold blood running through his veins to boil. A weirdly dressed Vampire was drinking on the blood of his driver. He was thinking what a stupid creature this must be. His Vampiric House Mark was painted on the outside of his cart.

William really wouldn't have been that mad at this. Only the fact he was late to his meeting with lord Teneberous upset him.

In a stern voice he spoke, "What do you think you are doing?"

[Evelyn]

Shihiro snapped her head round and looked at the man who had been in the cart. She licked the blood off her teeth and stood, somehow making the simple movement graceful despite the primitive act she had just performed.
"Feeding," she said lightly, as if it were obvious. Her eyes flickered to the side of the cart, where a large vampire crest was painted.

He must be a lord, like Duriko. She looked the vampire up and down in an instant. He is handsome, for a foreigner, she thought interestedly. Muscular...he must be quick. I would not like to fight him. But from the anger glinting in his eyes, she thought it might be inevitable.

For a moment, she thought about how wretched this existance was, and a sad look crossed her face. But it was followed by narrowed eyes. "Are we to fight, lord?" she asked, reaching for one of the shuriken that was loosely attatched to the inside of the sash which held her robe in place. "I would hope not," she said girlishly, seductively licking a spot of blood from the back of her hand in an attempt to make him think more like a human male than a vampire warrior. With the other hand, she adjusted her grip on the sharpened shuriken. It is worth a try, I suppose. Duriko will not thank me for fighting.

{OOC: oops, sorry - I thought you meant a cart as in a cart of hay.}

[newjak]

William looked as the Vampire began to stand and speak. She said that she was feeding like some sort of snug little vampire. William was ready to lash out at her the she addressed him as a lord.

She knows I am a lord and yet she doesn't back down and simply ask if we are to fight. William enjoyed the bravado that took. His anger subsided. He didn't have much time to be angry and to fight. Although when she reached to scarf he took notice. Lightly flicking the handle on his cane sword exposing a small bit of the blade. Letting her know he was not unarmed himself

Then she said are we to fight. William finally took the time to look over the creature as she wiped the blood from her mouth. She was kind of cute. Then he also realized she was foreigner no doubt one of the Vampires that Lord, what was him name Terry couldn't remember and didn't care, brought with him.

William with a slight grin said, "Its your move dear girl but I have a meeting to attend and I am pressed for time. Thankfully it isn't that big a deal as I have another Driver." He looked over to see the other man hiding beneath the carriage.

He looked back, "Perhaps you would like to ride with me to the meeting." He held is right hand waist high open ready to pounce on the handle of his sword should she try anything funny.

(OOC: I probably should have defined it better)

[KD]

The library -- one of Martin's favorite places -- was near empty, which made sense as it was near midnight. Sometimes he spent whole nights within the book-laden walls, poring over tome after tome of information, both for study and recreation. Much of what he knew about his opponents was drawn from these pages, so he considered them a great part of what was him.

He was currently looking over a tale of "blood-drinking demons" when a voice said, "Come on, Martin. This is getting boring, as always. Let's do something fun, like hunting for vampires instead of reading about them."
"No, that is very dangerous," interjected a different voice. "We should make sure we learn all we can about what we are fighting when we can do so."
"Oh, come on! You can't honestly tell me this is fun to you."

"Please, would both of you be quiet!" Martin yelled into the empty space around him. He had forgotten for a moment that these two existed in his head, and now he had probably alerted whoever was around that he was inside the library. He sighed heavily, then turned to the window behind him and jumped out and into the alleyway down below.

"Well," Martin thought, "I guess I should go hunting now, since I can't hide there again for a while."
"Hey, that's not my fault."

[The Big Daddy C-Master]

The Archlord came walked through the portal gate. He was feeling tension all around him as the strong magical energies accepted him and spit him out in the location where his fate had decided he needed to be. Every time he went through this portal, it had always taken him to where he least expected, and this time was no exception.

He appeared in the middle of a London street in the middle of the night, concealed behind some buildings. It was night, and he knew that not that many humans were foolish enough to be out. This was the time for the creatures of the night; he decided it would be best to investigate for any signs of the war before making any rash moves or decisions. He used the cover to steal into the night, moving quite gracefully for his large body. Further down South from his position he noticed two powerful creatures conversing. He decided to watch and see what would come of it.

[Sir Jecht]

Sir Jecht and his companions lie near Macalania Lake after a long day of hard work. The night sky is filled with glimmering stars and the environment is completely silent. Sir Auron sits sleeping quietly; High Summoner Braska rests on the ground near the lake, pondering how much longer it will take to get to Zanarkand. Jecht sits and drinks a couple of bottles of vodka. A few minutes later, Jecht sights a shoopuf who he thinks is a fiend. Jecht attacks the shoopuf and heavily injures it with his black sword, and the shoopuf is taken to a hospital. As a consequence, Jecht vows to never drink alcohol again. "That's it. Only thing I drink from now on is shoopuf milk!", Jecht states.

[Syrenna]

Softly, and smiling to herself, Ebony crept stealthily across the rooftops in the centre of the city. It was her favourite time of day - night - and she was feeling at her absolute best. She stopped and raised her head towards the sky, closing her eyes briefly and widening her grin. Teneberous had been most generous this evening. Ebony was aware of the danger of meeting with him but she couldn't restrain herself, and clearly neither could he. She lifted her hand to her neck and traced the already half healed welts left by his hungry attack; scars she would carry for a short time but nothing in comparison to the marks left by her on his muscular body. Ebony liked to make her territory known, albeit in an anonymous manner.

Suddenly she heard a scream and whipped around towards the direction of the noise. A scuffle, how interesting... she thought to herself. She leaped from the building and into the street, landing silently and crouching on the cobbled road. She turned her head gently, listening intently for more noise and sniffing the air for a scent of fresh blood: There! She stood quickly and strode around the corner to come face to face with none other than the Archlord. She stiffened and then smiled graciously, offering her hand to him.

"A beautiful night for it, wouldn't you say? Sir..."