ᗰYTᕼOᒪOGIᑕ (multi-lit supernatural creatures rp, very open)

Sparkly

Violet smirked. "A trap?" she asked. "Something to lure your parents out of the house and to a set point where we can trap them and get them to reverse the curse!"

The idea had it's merits, but there were a lot of variables. However time was running out -- pain curses could kill people, she knew, and the sun was starting to cause a few people to stare -- because even with gothic make up, no one should be /this/ pale.

[[So I was going to make two ghost characters surrounding the society -- one of whom is Desmond's daughter (Brianna), one of whom is like this 800 year old viking person that no one can get to talk (Betild), so idek if you'd want to do a rp ith Brianna maybe? I can make other characters instead if you want.]]

“All the packs know that I’n establishing a small pack and I have permission from all the packs around here, including your former pack. I have signed legal documentation from saying that there will be no fighting in town, and it can’t be revoked simply by a change in Alpha. We are safe here, don’t worry. But I’ll at least help you cover your identity.” He said. He slowly got up and maneuvered around the table and slid in beside her, smiling softly. Pulling his plate over he kept eating nonchalantly. “If needed, we can leave.” He murmured to her softly.

"Sounds good!" Violet chirped. "I'll namedrop my mother if you think that would score us any brownie points -- she's murdered a few towns and things, some people are scared of her." 

With that, the runaway vampire said nothing more and merely skipped through the forest pathways, enjoying the sunshine immensely. Well, that was an understatement, she said some more things like. 

"So, if the hover/boards/ explode then I can still use them cause I can't die!" and "Maybe, I'll come towards your parents /on/ a hoverboard. Some student at the university is bound to have one I can /borrow/." 

[[bbl worktime. 'Mon the nightshift (?) ]]

"Dekkan doesn't care about contracts," she whispered. "And so close to moon-time there has been moments of--" 

Her voice was stilled in fear as the two individuals made their way over to the table. Francis -- a six foot two bald man, with a large leather jacket, sat down at their table -- anger and vengeance hungry in his eyes. But his voice was icy cool. 

"Hi Elah," he murmured. "I see you've got a new friend," 

His eyes shifted over to Fang.

Violet's normally chirpy demeanor petered away and left her as a solemn, and scared little girl again. "I can die," she murmured. "It's an option if...if I start drinking." 

Then, she looked at Aurora. The apprentice mage was soon becoming one of her closest friends -- after all, she'd been so kind and helpful to Violet. So, she deserved protection. The vampire reached into the corner of her boot and threw over a vacutainer blood collection tube. 

"The last thing I stole from my mother -- a vial of her blood. Inject me with that, and I'll become mortal. Well, at least as far as injuries go." 

"So that was you," he growled. "I'll remember that when I'm tasked with disposing of your corpse." You could tell from his voice he wasn't from the states -- no, his tone had a slight eastern European tinge to it. And yet, Elah couldn't help smile a little when Fang spoke to Francis like that. 

Neither of them made Elah truly afraid but it was Darren she was more cautious of. Francis was vicious, but old -- he didn't need the drama of an Alpha change. Darren was young, strong and personable. Yet, he'd been joined to Francis' hips when they'd arrived in the pack. Why was he not a prominent beta already?

"We don't mean you any harm, Fang," Darren said. "We can all co-exist peacefully, I hope. But we do need her." And he pointed one bony finger towards Elah. 

"Dekkan is a liar! Don't pretend like you're not already suspicious," she growled.

"Because if everything else fails...and your parents need to be stopped no matter what...we have one last weapon," Violet said and revealed her fangs, alongside a purple glow to her eyes. 

Then, she curled up and looked down in shame. It wasn't something she wanted to use. But...she'd rather give herself up than see the society at Bristol come to an end...and see Aurora come to an end too.

A shy, but hopeful and quite touched smile escaped Violet's lips. Perhaps there was something worth living for. Being trapped in that tower...she'd forgotten that possibility.

"Right, now go make that phone call!" she encouraged. "I'll sit in this tree and practice my best 'vampire scary face'," she said and then hopped into the branches of a sycamore that lay by the path. 

Violet smirked and jumped down from the tree. Her expression was much more crafty now.

"Now all we need is a trap! Do you think, if I got you the ingredients and taught you the ritual, you could create a blood separating potion -- that one will distill your parents blood out of your blood -- and then we can use that to make a pain curse for them...to force them to change it back, perhaps?"

Violet sighed. Aurora was right -- it was frustrating being a good person sometimes. 

"How do you suppose we force them to remove it then? I hardly think they will if we just ask." 

Violet grinned. "Then, all that's needed is a little forcefield I think. Doctor Desmond has one in the society -- it works like a motion sensor. As soon as your parents hit it they'll be trapped in a dome. Problem is, you'll need to lure them close enough to it."

"Better than just pretending we have some..." 

Violet turned around, faced in the direction of the society and screamed "TRIXIE!!!!!!!" so loud that the birds fled from the trees. In an instant, the ghost that had sent Aurora to the black tower showed, growling in frustration. 

"Vampires can scream into the underworld, and that's where Trix spends most of her time," the vampire explained to her friend.

"What do you want?" the irritated ghost asked. 

"The red cube Desmond keeps for traps and some doccuments -- juicy ones -- from the society. Think you can do that?"

"Think you can leave me alone?" Beatrice asked, one eyebrows raised. But she disappeared then appeared again, shoving both items into Violet's hands and the vampire turned to Aurora triumphantly.