STGOD 3: Main Story Thread

Dahak · Post by **Dahak** » 2004-01-17 07:11am

Dorian waited until the last police man left the house.
He was furious. A potentially fun evening ruined. If he found out the one responsible for it...
He waited for several hours, but nothing happened...

He thought it was time for something else. On a whim, he left the house. Fun, after all...

***

Peter Northwood was done. The evening had exhausted him. Especially that prick McGreyth... He knew he was a bloody thief.
He opened the door, switched on the light...But it stayed dark. No light at all. He pulled his gun, and carefully entered the room, when he heard a voice in his head.
"Welcome home," a chuckle emerged from the far side of the room.
He turned towards the sound, tried to fire his gun, but suddenly he couldn't move. At all...
"Ah, you won't need that." And his gun was flung out of his hand.
"I will make you an offer you can't refuse," the mind voice laughed.
Suddenly the lights went on. After his vision cleared, he saw him. Dorian McGreyth, sitting arrogantly in his chair.
"I'll have your head for that!" he screamed.
"I doubt that." Suddenly a handful of knifes shot forth, and stopped in midair milimeters in front of his body.
"You see, I'm tired of you pestering me all the time. That will end."
His voice sent a chill down his spine. He was so fucking arrogant and self-assured...
"Says who?" he tried to sound unshaken, but it didn't really work.
"I like you, somehow, so I will make you the offer to work for me," he smiled a wolfish smile. "Or you will die. Now. Your choice, really."
"No way!" he spat.
"Really?" A knife suddenly moved on again, piercing his upper arm.
He screamed.
"So?"
"OK, I...will do it...you bastard..."
"Oh well, we'll have to work with your manners, but that's for later. Now, be at my house tomorrow, at 10 PM."
Dorian stood up and left. He raced to the phone, and called his office. He wanted to tell them what happened. But...he couldn't. As if his mind was blocked...

Post by **Alyrium Denryle** » 2004-01-17 12:12pm

As Alytar walked down the street, something didnt seem right at all. he had thoght he heard something, and he smelled something disturbing in the night air. It smelled of blood and dog. Then he remembered the blurry werewolf that was shown by that PRID agent... He quickened pace. His breath a bit ragged, he moistened his gills and kept going.

He got to work, and all was well for the rest of the day. Until he found a bloody human skeleton that smelled exactly like the thug that had attacked him the night before. He used a spell t lift it and throw it into the ocean where he had a freind that would take care of it nicely... And the sun began to set...

Captain Cyran · Post by **Captain Cyran** » 2004-01-17 02:36pm

Marcus laughed as Ragam dissappeared "Good terms, right. Next time I see you I'm not gonna hesitate to fry you." With that Marcus turned and headed towards the town he'd been dropped off by the large ape. A 20 minute walk ended on a street with quite a few nice cars to choose from.

He spent 5 minutes picking a car, and after breaking into the car and setting off the alarm he hopped in, started the car, and drove off before the owners even got outside. A Tempo... he'd heard rumors that these rather bad cars were pretty sturdy, lots of punishment. That was always good. "Where to now?" Marcus thought for a second and got the idea to head down to New Orleans. "Yeah, why not... plenty of freaks and powerhouses down there."

The apparation that had been at the town appeared on the street that Marcus had just taken the car from. It looked around for a moment, seeming to sniff the air some before it turned to where Marcus had headed and followed, just as it had been for 3 years.

Post by **Alyrium Denryle** » 2004-01-17 02:52pm

Alytar then unlocked all the locks on his door, and went inside. It didnt matter if wolfboy got in. He could possibly best it in melee, and if not, spells would do the trick. He dove into his tank, and harested some of the fish in his elaborate fish trap and ate them for dinner, taking the net to the surface, horrible slurping sounds could be heard by the neighbors, but they were used to it.

He then settled in for the evening and booted up his computer... Surfing SDN waiting for the lycanthrope to make an attempt on his life.

Grand Moff Yenchin · Post by **Grand Moff Yenchin** » 2004-01-17 02:58pm

"Drake? Could you check the network and see if there are any recent apparition captures in DC?" Nick spoke through his com.

"Sorry I can't, the PRID network has been collapsed by some virus. I think I could contact the DC PRID Headquarters and see if they could help."

Ten minutes later

"All right, Nick, the DC PRID HQ will send an agent to meet us. I'll pick you up at 'The Pub' and we'll meet him near the Monument. See you in twenty minutes."

Twenty minutes later

The van stopped next to Nick.

Nick heard the multiple breathing sounds and the weapons, he didn't hear the micro alert. Drake and him knew too well that the lousy alert signal built by PRID would be detected by anyone.

He smelt the traces of gunshot as well as blood inside the van. He smelt cologne, 3 brands of cigarettes, and sweat, almost smothering the fragrance of Drake.

The bounty hunter estimated nine men with Drake in the van. Judging from heart beat and breathing Drake was unconscious.

Nick began a quick list of twenty ways to react.

Straha · Post by **Straha** » 2004-01-17 03:03pm

Hank and the men were waiting next to a rather large pointed rock formation. It was the one place that a huge jumping man would not want to land on that was nearby. As they waited Hank figured that the man who had wrecked the compound was an energy manipulator, and he needed backup to take him on. With that in mind he pulled out a small hand-held computer, and sent a message to the proffessor, requesting a meeting later in the week. After he put it back one of the men, uh... a Julian Giles, said "I think I see something moving this way."
Hank nodded, said "Right boys, wait here. And walked out of the shade to show himself to Ragam. Hopefully he'd remember him, and if not, he wouldn't get close enough to do land on him before Hank would react.

Post by **Alyrium Denryle** » 2004-01-17 03:11pm

Alytar got the message almost immediatly... He had other problems, but Hank had made sure long ago that the military didnt find him, and he still owed him a favor... He didnt have a lecture for tomorrow planned, so he had some free time.

"Hello old friend" he typed in
"I dont have a lecture tomorrow, meet me at the docks at noon tomorrow. I will be swimming around under pier 14"

Raxmei · Post by **Raxmei** » 2004-01-17 09:01pm

Harry Talbot stared numbly at the claw marks on the wall. It must have jumped in through the open window last night and written that there just to taunt him.

* * *

The wolf once again approched the fishy professor's home. He sniffed the air, and was pleased to note that his quarry was now at home. Now to get in... The direct approach was often the best, so he simply smashed through the house's front wall directly under one of the windows. Once inside, he slowly stalked the halls, silently sniffing out for where his prey was sleeping.

Asst. Asst. Lt. Cmdr. Smi · Post by **Asst. Asst. Lt. Cmdr. Smi** » 2004-01-17 10:27pm

Jonathan sat in his office, looking out of the window because of a lack of other things to do for the time being. Suddenly, the phone rang, and Jonathan picked it up.
"What is it?" He asked
"A virus has entered our computer network, and our system is down. Are you aware of this?" The man on the phone replied
"Of course I am, why do you ask?"
"I was just informing you. We should have it taken care of soon."

Jonathan hung up the phone. He chucked to himself. Everything was going as planned. For now, he'd act panicked and pretend this never should have happened.

He had to think of what he would do next. He could leak some infromation about future PRID activities to whoever this guy he hired was, but he only knew general areas that the patrols were going, not exact times and places. Then, he remembered that the virus served double duty, shutting down the system and transferring sensitive files to his e-mail adress undetected.

6:50 PM

Jonathan had gotten home, and was in his study checking his e-mail. The virus had infiltrated the PRID's computer network, and sucessfuly sent encrypted files of his future plans to his account without being detected. Since he was one of the few people who knew the deciphering process, it was up to him to get to work and send the de-encrypted file to whever it was he hired.

9:45 PM

He had finished deciphering the files and e-mailed the documents to the bounty hunter. Hopefully, they'd be of use to him.

Exonerate · Post by **Exonerate** » 2004-01-17 11:26pm

Mancer picked up the phone on the second ring.
"Ragam escaped? There's a simple solution - capture him."
There was a slight pause as she listened to the other speaker, then she responded.
"Then kill him, or something. Whatever, he's already our enemy, alienating him a little more won't hurt. Hire whoever you need to stop him."
She paused, then absorbed the new information.
"What the fuck? You let them get together HOW? Christ, we really don't need people allying against us now. Get your best people on it, hire new ones, whatever, just take care of the problem. I'm going down there, you people are incompetent."
Mancer hung up the phone angrily. She blew out a breath, then dialed another number.
"Hello? I'd like to make a reservation."
"We're sorry, but we're experiencing technical difficulties... The network is currently down."
"Well, shit. None of this should be happening, the network should be completely secure, and even if it was down, the back-ups should've kicked in..."
"Alright... I'll find some other way."
Mancer would have to utilize her other contacts to get to her destination... New York.

Exonerate · Post by **Exonerate** » 2004-01-17 11:26pm

Double Post.

Lonestar · Post by **Lonestar** » 2004-01-18 12:06am

It was Mardi Gras. Once, Sean Thompson would have been happy to partake in the festivities. But Sean wasn't really there anymore. Even worse, what was normally a bunch of wasted College students (and sailors from Pensacola/Pascaguela) running around looking like idiots, had turned into a different type of idiot.

Star's Signal cult was out in force. With the strangeness of the last few years, dozens of "end-of-world" cults had sprung up. The SS was amoung the most loopy...and dangerous. Several terrorist actions had been linked to them, but the internet was the best tool imaginable for the orgianization of groups like the SS, and so Federal Efforts to bring them in had more or less failed.

There were two dozen chanting outside of the Archdiocse of New Orleans. Some were hurling insults at the few churchgoers (New Orleans wasn't particularly religious this time of year). Nuada walked over. One of the leaders turned and grinned.

"Welcome Brother! Here to reveal the truth, and show these fools the true path?"

"You and your kind are a pox upon this world. You would release the tools of the Fomorians, and destroy all that Humanity has built."

The man looked at him strangely.

"You all right brother? Been enjoying Mardi Gras too much, hey?" Nuada notcied another one of the cult members was watching him. He reek of death.

"I cannot allow this assembly any longer."

"We got a permit! It's a free country!"

"If the authorities won't deal with you...then I will."

He lifted his hands. A cone of the hellish flame left them and the entire group of cultists were incinerated. Cops who had been watching the assembly ran forward. With a flick of his wrist, Nuada caused a wall of Flames to block them. Forty charred corpses were lying in the street. People screamed, some ran into the church. Nuada stared at one of the more intact ones.

"I know you're there."

There was a chuckling sound. The corpse stood up.

"Hey mon, you crazy..." The corpses chuckled. "We don' serve no Mick Demons mon. Nice trick tho." The corpses dreadlocks dangle, and he gave a cackle. Some of the other corpses reanimated into skeletons. Bones flew up and spun around the Primary corpse like a whirlwind.

Nuada's usually calm demeanor disappeared.

"How...how did you do that?"

"I jus' do dat voodoo I do so well." The Corpse jumped at Nuada with unholy speed. Nuada notcied Bullets from the Police were impacting the corpses with no real effect. The Minions were turning and attacking the policemen. The Corpses slammed into Nuada at full speed, knocking him back.

"hhhhssssssssssssss!!!!" The corpse said. The Head was close to Nuada's Face, he could see maggots crawling about the teeth. He couldn't lift him off, that's wrong. I can lift over 10 tons....

Nuada opened his mouth and a ball of flame scorched out, covering the upper body of the Corpse. The Corpse let go long enough for Nuada to wiggle loose. He ran to a charred sedan, and threw it at the Corpse as hard as he could. Then he turned, the skeleton-minions weretearing into the police. Nuada made a gesture and fire erupted from a manhole. He moved the flame around, attempting to get rid of the skeletons by shher heat. Finally, the last one was gone.

*Thunk!*

Nuada was Knocked back. The Corpse was standing over him, holding a Large ax...like the one the "Axeman" had used, Nuada thought. The Corpses' leg was crushing his neck. What was left of Nuada's humanity formed a thought.

I'm screwed

Captain Cyran · Post by **Captain Cyran** » 2004-01-18 12:37am

Marcus swore and honked the horn, letting out a stream of different versions of "Fuck you get the hell off the road!" out at the random people who would walk infront of his Tempo. Progress was really slow and at this point Marcus figured it would just be easier to get out and leave the car there, not like it was his. And as tempting as it was, killing these people would cause far too many problems then was worth it.

At the first flare up of fire Marcus didn't think much of it, just some Mardi Gras festival thing, it wasn't like he'd wasted his time at one of these before. The second flare of fire actually caught the peoples attention this time, this wasn't a party trick, this was someone causing some chaos. By the third flare people were screaming and beginning to run. And this had caught Marcus's attention.

He attached his katanas to his belt and moved through the crowd, shoving them out of the way rather violently when he felt it necessary. In fact, he often shoved people out of the way for the hell of it and enjoyed watching them get trampled, until a fourth flame burst up and caught his attention again.

Marcus jumped onto a car and saw what the commotion was about, a giant... What the fuck was that thing?! Marcus saw the guy it was squishing and kinda laughed, the police that were standing, there were many dead, but they were too busy being scared out of their wits to do anything. He watched the zombie thing strangle the man for a moment longer before a voice in his head told him that this man being crushed was the reason he was here. Marcus looked around, it was that same damn voice that had been following him around for 3 years... and it was definately getting annoying.

"Hey maggot infested fucktard! You look like you got skullfucked by an orangatang!" Marcus gave the zombie the finger as it looked up at him. With a smirk Marcus turned the finger into an open palm and laughed in the face of the zombie before the blue energy blasted forth. It caught the beast and tore through it's upper body, sending it flying backwards into the church behind it. The blast had even continued past the beastie and had torn a hole clean through the church and the building behind it. The body of the creature crashed to the ground, the upper-half of it's body missing. It wasn't until the dust settled that the church wall collapsed in on the body.

Marcus jumped down off the car. "Damn, I should spend Mardi Gras in this place more often. No one ever told me you ass holes had real live zombies at your parties."

Lonestar · Post by **Lonestar** » 2004-01-18 01:02am

Nuada blinked out the blue light, just in time to see the church collpose. That Ax....

He got up and ran over to the squirming upper torso. The damn thing took another few swiongs at his legs with the ax. Nuada sighed and cranked up the heat to about "Christ it's fucking hot!" The corpse was gone...and so was the ax. He wondered if there was a signifigance. Maybe New Orleans Appariations just enjoyed axes for some reason. That blue light...something clicked.

"Hey! Hey! Asspirate! You going to say thanks or what?"

Nuada turned and looked at the man running up to him. He was dressed in an overcoat, and had some sort of concealed bladed weapon underneath. His hands were sizzlin'.

"Thank you."

Nuada turned and started walking off. Eventually the scene would be crawling with law-enforcement types, as there must be more than a few churchgoers buried alive.

" "Thank you'??? Not even an introduction?"

Nuada kept walking. "There is no need. I already know who you are, Marcus Jones."

The man lept in front of Nuada, his face, which earlier had a barely contained look of glee, was now serious.

"How'd you know that? Are you telepathic or something?"

Nuada stopped, mildly annoyed that Jones was blocking him. Jones could probably kill him right there, and Nuada wouldn't be able to stop him....unless he incinerated him first.....

"No. I saw a episode of In Search Of... about you." Nuada then sidestepped Jones and kept walking. It was amazing those PRID buffoons hadn't showed up yet, and even more amazing that now one was stopping them from walking away from the crime scene. I suppose the spookyness was getting too high even for a New Orleans-type. Jones jumped back in front of Nuada.

"Listen, you wanna get a drink or something?"

"You collpsed the church and killed all those people. You've murdered hundreds."

Jones eyed the fried corpses outside of the church. "And I suppose those people just spontaneously combusted?"

Nuada looked Jones in the eye, and gave him a small smile. The Sean-personality was wailing, but it was easier then ever to keep ignoreing him.

" Point. Lay on, MacDuff."

"What's your Name?"

"Nuada."

Captain Cyran · Post by **Captain Cyran** » 2004-01-18 01:26am

Marcus smiled and walked with Nuada. as the cops and the people gave them a very wide berth. "So are we getting that drink or what? I know I could sure use one after dealing with something that fuckin' ugly."

This got Marcus a look of annoyance so he let it drop. "We should get outta here. I've got some PRID guys on my tail and they should be here in a few hours probably. I've got a car... but I could get a new one."

Nuada nodded. "I agree that we should leave, but why should I go with you? And where would we be going?"

Marcus paused for a second. "Christ, everybody I save these days just keeps asking all these damn questions. It's as if you people don't trust me..." Marcus sighed as he pushed some drunk out of the way, sending him tumbling into one of the piles of bones. "The apparations are coming around more frequently, I figure the way we're gonna survive is getting into groups. And from the looks of it you need one. And I think we'll get along. Last guy I tried to help out said no killing. You don't seem to have this moral dilemna."

Marcus grabbed a beer right out of someone's hand and sniffed it some as they came up to the Tempo. Marcus openned the door. "I figure we can head to Washington. They had some trouble there recently. So are you in or not?" Marcus took a drink from the beer.

Grand Moff Yenchin · Post by **Grand Moff Yenchin** » 2004-01-18 05:39am

The door of the van slid open, revealing eight Star's Signal Cult members pointing their swords, guns, daggers from different angles at a handcuffed Drake. The driver of the van opened the passenger's door and gestured Nick to get in. Someone blindfolded Nick from behind.

With his senses Nick found out they returned to Capitol Hill, they entered the building and then someone's office. Drake was awake but she was still carried by the men.

Post by **Alyrium Denryle** » 2004-01-18 12:03pm

Raxmei wrote:Harry Talbot stared numbly at the claw marks on the wall. It must have jumped in through the open window last night and written that there just to taunt him.

* * *

The wolf once again approched the fishy professor's home. He sniffed the air, and was pleased to note that his quarry was now at home. Now to get in... The direct approach was often the best, so he simply smashed through the house's front wall directly under one of the windows. Once inside, he slowly stalked the halls, silently sniffing out for where his prey was sleeping.

"You think I would sleep after that little gift you gave me?" Alytar said as he looked up from preening his gills. He flushed his gills and got up. As he got up, a scent reached his nose that was famliar... The scent of harry talbot, and it dawned on him... The poor man was the werewolf... that meaned he couldnt kill it.

Mr Talbot came to a large section with a concrete floor and a large pool. It looked an awful lot like sea world. And there Alytar stood, a chinese sabre in one hand, ball of glowing energy in the other. He glowed with an unearthly ight, and suddenny became very blurry, as if the wolfs vision suddenly begame horrible, then, he split into 8 individuals. Which was the real fish? It quickly became apparant that none of them was, when the Werewolf recieved an energy-enhanced punch to the sternum.

With a thought, Alytar then teleported into the water, and began bombarding the werewolf with non-area effects spells. Bolts of liquid ice filled the air as they impacted the stunned wolf and solidified.

Grand Moff Yenchin · Post by **Grand Moff Yenchin** » 2004-01-18 02:28pm

Nick's blindfold was removed, the room was dark so he couldn't see. By focusing on his other senses Nick checked the nine men's different positions, Drake's position, and he also noticed another one sitting in front of him, probably behind some wooden desk.

"Welcome, Mr. Northwind. Sorry for the inconvenience, I had to meet you in person, urgently." The sound seemed quite familiar, but Nick couldn't remember who it belonged to.

"I'm here, so?"

"I'm offering you twenty billion dollars to abort your mission."

"Sounds not bad, what if I don't want this deal?" Nick slowly moved foward, the movements and heart beats proved that everyone else had some night vision equipment, Nick stretched out his arms pretending to feel the place.

"How pathetic of you, blind as hell in this darkness. As for your negative response to my offer, for starters, you'll find it difficult to keep Miss Drake safe and sound. Don't pretend she's just a liason. We know there is something between you." Nick moved foward again, one of the men threatened "Stay still, you sonofabitch!" and he kicked towards Nick, only to hit the barrier and hurt himself. By judging the movements, of everyone else, it seemed that no one was focusing on Drake, who was about ten paces from him.

"I think your offer is quite pointless, even if I quit the job, PRID will still send people to investigate. It's PRID you know."

"Send who? PRID agents have been dying quite quick recently. Twenty New York outposts were blown up before you were sent to get their Priest. Face it, PRID is losing its advantage."

"So are you." Before everyone could react, Nick dashed to Drake, touched her and whispered, "Jou." She responded "Yes." and formed the barrier almost the same time. While dodging bullets, Nick released a scream, knocking down the men, besides the one behind the desk. He dashed to attack, only to hit some wall.

The man's voice came in from speakers, with irony, "What did you say? Sorry I couldn't hear you behind my buffer glass."

Nick released a more powerful scream, shattering things inside the office, yet there was still no effect on the glass. He could hear the sound of some people dashing to the office, including some footsteps indicating that there were some pros. Then the special smell of apparitions came in his nostrils.

Avoiding the deadly attacks of the apparitions, Nick focused his vocal cords and gave out another cry, blasting through the walls as well as letting the light in. Drake's barrier was shattered as well but she was ok. He picked her up and dashed out of the Capitol Building, hiding themselves in the crowd.

Nick didn't see the man's face before he dashed out. It was blocked by that "buffer glass". Apparitions began to show up and disappear, obviously searching for them.

"What on earth made me turn down that offer and get into this?" Nick smiled bitterly. Hunting apparitions wasn't hard, but getting hunt by a shitload of apparitions with Drake and innocent bystanders was a pure fuckup.

Raxmei · Post by **Raxmei** » 2004-01-18 06:31pm

Harry shook violently, easily smashing the ice off. The fish mage had jumped into the pool, a ridiculously obvious trap. Rather than dive in after him, the wolf backed out of the room, carefully shutting the door behind him.

Then he turned and bashed through the hallway wall next to him. He ran along the walls of the pool room, battering at its supporting walls and beams as he did so. Ominously, the building began to crack and creak. Come out, come out, or I'll blow your house in.

Post by **Alyrium Denryle** » 2004-01-18 06:42pm

Estos

Loud and thunderous speach erupted from the pool
"You will have to do better than that! You can bring this house down, but the pool is imbedded in the ground and I can project barriers around it.

He grabbed a salmon, set up a few contingencies, and teleported to the wolf, smacked him with the flopping salmon, then teleported back to the pool before Harry could respond. He then devoured the fish.

"Why not move outside, to the beach"

With a quick muttering in Latin, both found themselves on a sandy beach. It was a low tide and the sand flats stretched for some distance. Alytar was a bit nervous about his gills, but if all else failed, the werewolf would have to take a while to run back to his house if he teleported away.

As the lycanthrope charged him, the Professor weaved a defensive mantle around himself, even supernaturally sharp claws and teeth would have some difficulty penetrating it... especially when it electrified anyone who struck it.

He then set himself for the charge, in a defensive stance, and launched a barrage of magic missiles and a fireball.

Raxmei · Post by **Raxmei** » 2004-01-18 07:04pm

The lycanthrope dodged, zigging and zagging in a fuzzy blur around the shield, impossible to track, much less hit. He struck it a few times, and was annoyed but not hurt by the shocks. Then he got smart, and looped around to his prey's back. He struck at the soft, sandy ground with his mighty paws, rapidly gouging out a hole. He ducked under and through while the professor was still turning to face him, teeth and claws out and ready to rend his flesh.

Dahak · Post by **Dahak** » 2004-01-18 07:12pm

"Your Grace," his butler came into his study, "there is a gentleman saying he has an appointment with you."
"Oh yes, Charles. Let him in."

A short time later, Peter Northwood was led into the room. He didn't look too good. Angered. Frigthened. His emotions were in turmoil.
"Ah, Peter," he smiled. "Come and have a seat."
"You bastard!" he shouted. "What did you do with me?"
"Oh? You tried telling your friends about our little meeting? A pity, really, btu I had to stop you from doing just that..." He chuckled. "But it seems it didn't stop you from coming here. Prefer life, it seems."
Peter mumbled something unintelligable.
"Just think of all the things I could do for you..." He reached for some folders and threw them on the desk. "You had quite an interesting career so far. If it wasn't for your father, you wouldn't even be in the police. YOur boss thinks you're 'unmotivated, difficult, not fit for work', and he really got tired of your crusade against me... A pity, really."
Peter clenched his fist.
"Well, the thruth alwways hurts, doesn't it? And then there's this thing with your gambling..." he grabbed another folder. "Old Mr. Morris would have had a very...painful chat with you in the next days."
"He wouldn't..." he stopped himself.
"Well, I'd pay for you. All you have to do is quit, and work for me. I think you could be useful. Or it's just because I somehow like you. It doesn't..."

He was interrupted by Charles.
"Your Grace," the old man sounded rather miffed. "There are some...gentlemen. And they want to talk to you now."
"I won't be seeing them tonight. Usher them away."
"Yes, your Grace."
As he was about to speak again, two men entered the room. From the look of their cheap business suits and their easy-to-read minds, they were PRID.

"McGreyth?" the taller one of them called.
"That would be me," he cooly answered. "What can I do for you, Mr....?"
"Smith," he answered. Of course, it wasn't his name. "You know about the apparitions?"
"Yes, surely."
"We have certain information about you, and it was decided you will help us fight them." He stated it as an order.
He laughed, which seem to startle them. "I certainly won't work for you!" said icily. "You will leave now."
"We won-..." His words were cut off, as the lights started to flicker and electrical charges were licking along his body.
"Leave. Now. And tell your masters, that the next of their goons won't come back."
They were a bit taken aback, but the fear seemed to take over as they started to make for the exit.
He turned to Peter.
"Now, where were we?"

Post by **Alyrium Denryle** » 2004-01-18 07:17pm

ACK!

The fish lept in the opposite direction of the claws, and using his own freakish speed lashed out with a sheet of flames. He then teleported 100 feet back and augmented his own already impressive speed and reaction time further, then teleported behind the lycanthrope and released a spell, an explosion centered on Alytar was set off.

Lonestar · Post by **Lonestar** » 2004-01-18 09:49pm

"Jesus, what a dump."

Nuada ignored Marcus' comment and finished packing his hiker's backpack. He put the few remaining photos of his past life in his wallet, and turned back to the madman.

"Alright, all packed."

"That's all you have?"

Nuada peered at him like a suspicious monkey.

"That car all you have?"

"Funny man. Alright, find. Let's go it's amazing those PRID idiots haven't jumped us yet...what are you looking at?"

Nuada snapped back to the here and now. For a moment, it seemed as if there was a shadow behind Marcus that wasn't his...but now it was gone. How odd.

"Nothing."

The two walked out of the apartment building and into the battered Tempo Marcus had. Nuada wondered what compelled him to agree to follow this murderer. Something bad was going to happen. This man...this man was the worst of the long list of serial killers he'd studied for criminal pyschology class...long ago.

He? No, Sean Thompson studied that. Not Nuada.

They drove for awhile while Marcus chattered on about various inane things. Once or twice he seemed to be on the verge of boasting of different ways to kill people, then stopped.

"So....what's your story?" Nuada continued to stare out the window at Rural Louisana at night. The entire state gave him the creeps. Maybe that's why he came here, to flesh out any fears.

Marcus was starting to get irritated.

"So, you get bitten by a radioactive Zippo, or what? "

"Vampires." Nuada grunted.

"You got bitten by a vampire?" Marcus said, his boice incredulous. Hot damn, but this guy is almost as crazy as me!

"No. Vampires are in the middle of the road."

"What do you mean..." The tempo crashed into something, and Marcus and Nuada popped open the doors and jumped out. Standing around them were 8 tall pale folks in black leather. All were sporting nasty canines.

Marcus looked at them.

"Oh! You mean Vampires!"

Raxmei · Post by **Raxmei** » 2004-01-18 10:29pm

The lycanthrope got back up, his fur singed and in a very bad mood. He wheeled about for another charge, surged forward, but at the last minute reversed direction. In doing so he kicked up a large amount of sand straight at his opponent's face. Turning about again, he howled and pounced.