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Post by ππππΎππ»πΊπ½ππΎπ on Dec 19, 2017 16:47:45 GMT -5
{ alrighty~ i'm gonna finish up this reply think of it as an addition to my last post for alistair! }
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Post by Salted Squid on Dec 19, 2017 17:09:08 GMT -5
Also! Who do we plan on having take part in this raid with Grace? Just so I have some sort of idea))
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Post by ππππΎππ»πΊπ½ππΎπ on Dec 19, 2017 17:09:17 GMT -5
βAh, speaking of men. Alistair, over here!β
Alistair turned, already balancing on a razor-thin blade of patience when his gaze fell on speaker. A black-haired woman he recognized as Marilyn Blackwell. Dark red lips curved into an inviting smile, beckoning him over. He didnβt have time for idle chatter and declared as much, βYouβll have to excuse me, Ms. Blackwell. Iβm a little busy at the moment.β
The vampire twirled a dismissive hand, βCome now, this will only take a second.β
Without a momentβs hesitation, Marilyn took him by the arm and pulled him into their circle. Though his patience was grinding thinner and thinner, Alistair adopted a cordial mask and greeted the guests. A few of the hunters shied away from his presence initially before relaxing again. They had nothing to fear from him. Not while the alliance held firm.
He cast a glance back over his shoulder at where Nathanael stood, hesitant. Once this was settled, they would both set to searching for Petra. Who knew what sort of trouble she was getting into.
βSurely, youβve heard of Alistair Morgenstern,β Marilyn introduced, βHeβs one of the Morgenstern Covenβs crown jewels, Iβd say. Those spaniards have nothing on him.β Agitation itched beneath his skin. He wasnβt interested in hollow praise. If the black-haired woman had dragged over here for this nonsenseβ¦
His gaze came to rest on an unfamiliar face.
βIβm sorry, butβ¦ Do I know you?β Storm-dark eyes regarded the woman coolly. She was a lovely thing, bobbed blonde hair and startling green eyes. Something was off. Although Alistair was familiar with most members of the Morgenstern Coven, it wasnβt uncommon to happen across strange face. Perhaps sheβd been too young to attend past gatherings.
βSheβs from the UK, Alistair dear,β Marilyn interjected, βIsnβt that right?β
βThe United Kingdom?β That would explain why heβd never seen her before tonight. His steady stare glazed briefly over the hulking man at her side. More grizzled animal than vampire, Alistair thought.
βAnd where, exactly, are you from in the United Kingdom?β The Morgensternβs Coven extension in United Kingdom was dwindling, their numbers shrunk by the expert vampire hunters that resided there. Their expulsion from England left the coven with only two remaining territories in the entire continent: Belfast and Edinburgh. Logically, she had to come from one of those two cities.
But Alistair couldnβt shake the feeling that something was wrong about this pair. The woman, especially. Something about her was oddly familiar.
After a momentβs thought, the Morgenstern vampire collected himself, βMy apologies, that was a touch rude of me. I should be asking your name first.β A pleasant smile dawned across his features, flashing a hint of fangsβ flawlessly white and sharp. βWhy donβt I make it up to you?β
A shadow like nightfall flickered across his eyes. There and gone. Alistair turned on his heel and retreated back into the sea of lavish guests. Marilyn Blackwell chattered in low, excited tones behind him, possibly gushing to the blonde vampire about how lucky she was. Oh yes, lucky indeed.
Alistair found Nathanael patiently awaiting his return, βSomethingβs come up. Iβll leave finding Petra to you. Iβm sure you know her usual haunts by now, but check the nightclubs to be sure.β That idiot girl. Knowing her, sheβd probably run off to party with bitten vampires. She was young and stupid and one of these daysβ¦
He didnβt speak a word of parting before leaving Nathanael. The kitchen was warm. Packed with human servants all scrambling to keep their guests happy. Waiters scurried past, barely sparing the vampire a glance as they focused on not spilling the contents of their respective silver trays. The cooks, on the other hand, froze upon sighting the Morgenstern.
βS-sir, can I help you?β an older woman inquired, dipping her head in courtesy.
βDonβt mind me,β he assured, βIβve merely come for my familyβs special refreshment.β
Color drained from her face, but she didnβt press the subject matter. There was no need to. Alistair found a pair of suitable wine glasses before retrieving the cooler that held a decanter of dark red liquid. Around him, the servants took turns casting dismayed glances his way. The glances ceased when he finished pouring blood into the exquisite crystalware. Without another word, Alistair departed to rejoin the celebration, glasses in hand.
The group was busy chatting when he returned at last. All traces of conversation dried up when they noticed what he was carrying. The hunters held their ground, though their eyes conveyed the disgust they didnβt dare utter aloud. Alistair caught a ripple of jealousy spark in Marilynβs eyes as he handed the second glass to the blonde vampire. Almost pointedly, heβd brought nothing for her male companion. The man was an eyesore.
βI hope youβll accept this as an apology for my earlier behavior. Iβve been a little on edge lately.β He took a sip from his glass, briefly relishing in the taste. Heβd grown sick of drinking wine and champagne all night. His only regret was that the blood was cold. βIf youβd have me,β he began, βIβd be delighted to spend the rest of the evening with you.β
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Post by ππππΎππ»πΊπ½ππΎπ on Dec 19, 2017 17:10:37 GMT -5
Also! Who do we plan on having take part in this raid with Grace? Just so I have some sort of idea)) { i'm not sure obviously there will be plenty of unnamed hunters but other than that whoever wants to go, i suppose? }
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Post by ππππΎππ»πΊπ½ππΎπ on Dec 19, 2017 17:23:32 GMT -5
{ gemma's in for it
yesssss! petra! }
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Post by Salted Squid on Dec 19, 2017 17:55:04 GMT -5
Also I have so many questions about this Like What happens if a vampire bites another vampire? Is it possible to get bitten by a vamp but not turn into one? Like is there a certain way a vamp has to do it? Can vamp bites be reversed i.e. if a hunter is bitten? Are vamp fangs retractable?
On another note, I finally drew Grace!))
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Bisexual
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Post by Lea on Dec 19, 2017 18:02:12 GMT -5
"Don't worry, Mickey, I prefer to drink my blood from a mug, not from the neck of some poor unsuspecting fool; and plus, blood and holographic really do not go together," she chuckled, gently resting her hand flat on the bar top, as if proving that she wasn't here to spill anyone's blood tonight, let alone his.
I'm here because I live here, sweetheart. Petra's lip twitched at the sweetheart comment, she really didn't like pet names like sweetheart, it felt kind of rude, especially due to her status compared to his. Despite the twitch of her lip, her smile hardly faltered, "What a place to live," she said, as if considering it herself, "Not my cup of tea, but to each their own." She knew he didn't actually live here, but she thought it was best to play along, a vampires nest wasn't something to dug further into, unless you wanted to be found dead in a ditch - or at least, that was how it was with the Morgenstern coven. Petra came to the conclusion that he was just here to have a good time, just as she was, and she wasn't one to mess with a good time.
A sparkle of defeat flashed in her eyes when he caught her studying his neck, the feather boa hiding the truth. The way he acted, hiding his throat, made he wonder if he were a bitten vampire, but he wouldn't be so obviously flamboyant if he was. Petra let out a breathy laugh, "What does it matter anyway, born or bitten, tonight is too good to ruin with the truth!" she grabbed her new drink, some purple, sparkly vodka, and took a sip, averting her eyes to the dance floor for a moment. Sweaty human bodies pressed against one another, the scent of their blood thick in the air, as their hearts pumped it was almost suffocating. She was one with self-control and many vampires weren't, so she wondered how the vampires mixed in the fray weren't fangs deep in the closest human right on the dance floor. If she was a lawless, covenless fool, she'd be happy here on this night - happy and well-fed.
Mickey's voice brought her back to reality, "Well," she wondered if she should tell him, she wasn't sure if it was common knowledge that the Stoker's and Morgenstern's were partnering up, "How about I let you in on a little secret?"
Petra leaned forward, "I don't know if you've heard, Mickey dear, but he Morgenstern's and the Stoker's are teaming up," she laughed as if the idea was ridiculous, "and I'm supposed to be as some party tonight, mingling with hunters. What a bore, am I right?"
She took a sip of her vodka, watching as some poor soul stumbled into the bar, the scent of blood hitting her hard. Blood pumping within bodies was one thing, but blood pouring out of someone's neck? Her nails dug into her seat, had hand tightened around her glass of vodka. Pull it together, Petra. You're a Morgenstern. Not a covenless. She quickly turned her attention back to Mickey, "A rough night indeed." He downed his vodka and she pursed her lips, "You alright, Mickey?"
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Post by shades on Dec 19, 2017 18:22:49 GMT -5
[ Too lazy to cook. Need....pizza. yum. ]
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Post by ππππΎππ»πΊπ½ππΎπ on Dec 19, 2017 18:53:23 GMT -5
Also I have so many questions about this Like What happens if a vampire bites another vampire? Is it possible to get bitten by a vamp but not turn into one? Like is there a certain way a vamp has to do it? Can vamp bites be reversed i.e. if a hunter is bitten? Are vamp fangs retractable? On another note, I finally drew Grace!)) { ahem - if a vampire bites another vampire, nothing happens. it's just uncomfortable for everyone - if you're bitten, only two things can happen: you die or you turn. no one's immune - it can't be reversed - vamp fangs aren't retractable. they are visible 24/7 yes! show us gracie! }
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Post by servalstrike on Dec 19, 2017 19:04:06 GMT -5
( Hey guys, sorry i'm been MIA today. I'm feeling a little sick.
On another note: ooooooooh Alistair's joined the party of infiltrates)
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Post by Salted Squid on Dec 19, 2017 19:07:58 GMT -5
Gracie freaking slays but I just can't get over how hideous her arm looks. Oh, well
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Post by Salted Squid on Dec 19, 2017 19:08:48 GMT -5
Alsi thank you hon that clears up a lot))
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Post by shades on Dec 19, 2017 19:54:32 GMT -5
The scents around him were a lot. There was no subtly, they all hit Arthur at once like a bulldozer and in different fragrances. There was no dancing around the temptation and disgust. Thankfully, Arthur was someone who found himself easily able to reign himself inβthere was no denying the lust for blood he craved. Especially after being bitten. However, after a week he was able to control it, and after a few months it was almost likened to a simple craving. Like deep dish pizza when he was human, Arthur loved it and would never turn it down. But if he had no money, couldnβt actually find it, or simply was told βnoβ; he didnβt hunt for it.
Maverick said he was βa damned puppy I just trainedβ. Arthur wasnβt sure what breed though.
However, crowds still worried him. People worried him. Being approached however, wasβa living nightmare.
Oh wait thatβs his life now because, vampire.
Arthur blinks realizing someone had approached, and immediately fiddles with the collar of his flannel. He gulps down a bout of nausea. His eyes darted towards Maverick, who was on the dance floor; his eyes closed, in the thrill of the music, hardly noticing the lustful looks of human girls he was receiving and wish to devour his neck. Arthur almost could laugh at the irony.
Maverick always wore turtlenecks and skin tight pants, his boots made him ridiculously tall and easy to summon among the crowd. He also was perceptive, sharply looking at Arthur. He smirked, raised his glass, and downed his drink in one 'magic trick'.
βU-u-uh. Thanks. I dress to impress my mom.β Arthur starts, swiveling back towards Hawthorne (nearly falling out of his chair), eyes large and very blue, and watches Hawthorne with apprehension. He realizes what he said, βum, not-not that I idolize my mom. I do! Just not to impress her. Thatβs weird. Impressing a-a dead woman. I mean!β He stammers out, clutching his glass with his pale fingers, visibly unnerved by the presence of multiple people in the crowds of Hype.
βI-Iβm Arthur,β he declares, pursing his lips. βItβs nice to meet you. No need t-t-to stand around. Sit down. Itβs okay. I donβt bite.β Hard. Savagely. To turn anyone into a vampire because thatβs just rude and degrading a human of their civil rights. That's right. He knows the Civil Rights Movement.
He flinched at the change in music.
βEr, so youβre from the South,β Arthur attempts to think of icebreakers, biting his lip. How does it feel to have Disney World down there? Are there stables at every street corner? Whatβs up with sweet tea, whatβs so great about it? Why do you guys have trap doors on canoes? βWhatβs the deal with biscuits down there and Aunt Jemima?β
Arthur resisted a groan at his own question.
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Post by shades on Dec 19, 2017 19:55:02 GMT -5
[ That was a mess. I'm a mess. ]
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Post by servalstrike on Dec 19, 2017 20:10:41 GMT -5
( "Like deep dish pizza" your desire for pizza is showing shades )
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Post by shades on Dec 19, 2017 20:14:08 GMT -5
[ it's ten minuuuutes laaaaaate. I want my pizzaaaa. ]
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Post by servalstrike on Dec 19, 2017 20:19:58 GMT -5
( now you know how your cat feels when you keep that sweet 'nip from them! )
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Post by shades on Dec 19, 2017 20:27:31 GMT -5
[ I got my pizzaaaaaaa. Aaand then my cat laid on the box. Anyways. Pizza + Shades = Happiness ]
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Post by ππππΎππ»πΊπ½ππΎπ on Dec 19, 2017 20:36:37 GMT -5
{ p-i-z-z-a pizza!
oooh! maybe theresa should join grace on the raid! just be like "this party is boring. i'm gonna go kill some vamps" edit: scratch that. maybe nicolo or bastien should be there hmmm
GRACE IS SO AWESOME, AVIVA! }
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Post by ππππΎππ»πΊπ½ππΎπ on Dec 19, 2017 20:44:19 GMT -5
{ hmmm ooooh! maybe theresa sees nathanael leaving the party to go look for petra is like "i'm gonna go too. anything is better than this!" and joins nathanael on his epic quest!
edit: kitten! she sounds like a real terror xD }
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Post by shades on Dec 19, 2017 20:46:50 GMT -5
[ I'm writing Nathanael (and eating a piece of pizza also cause multitasking) and I almost wrote 'he left on his bike' and was laughing cause I'm imagining Nathan riding a bicycle and I'm DYING. ]
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Post by ππππΎππ»πΊπ½ππΎπ on Dec 19, 2017 20:53:00 GMT -5
{ KNIFE BALL OMG!
"and then nathanael rode away on his bike to go kill some vampires" }
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Post by shades on Dec 19, 2017 21:01:00 GMT -5
[ so should Theresa follow him or catch him on the way to the city and he's like: hop on. ]
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