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Post by Rory Connery on Aug 25, 2006 6:38:21 GMT -5
Rory could only smile at Josh's comment, he lifted a fork up to his lips and simply played with it, pressing the prongs against his lips firmly and then pulling it away
"Mongrels hey? I can only see one mongrel here; you really have been living the feral life haven’t you? Out little 'Werewolf' grocery store keeps every meat possible, from Kangaroo to Croc, to dog and believe it or not Albanian… people that is."
Rory stretched his arms out in front of him, bending his elbows as far back as they would go in the opposite direction he yawned and cracked his knuckles.
"Now if you want to survive here, I'd drop the attitude, now I know I can take you on myself, but honestly I wouldn't have to, cause my girls have my back constantly"
He said with a cheeky grin and he pulled himself off the counter, he put his arms around Nachni and Cia and slid his firm hands down their backs and finally ended on both of their backsides. Rory sniffed the air, he took in Josh's scent, let the smell sink in, from Rory's own experience and his position in the pack, he knew he'd be able to kill Josh, He wasn't a little thinner than Josh, he didn't have his bulk but he had his agility and strength, Rory was leaner... and younger…
Rory crossed his fingers.
Nachni mentioned Rose In the corridor and before she had a chance to finish, Rose entered the room
"Yes Ma'am, heading straight there"
He said with a flash of his perfect teeth and a gleam to his blue eyes
"Yes Ma'am, no Ma'am three bags full Ma'am"
He said bitterly and quietly, in a pitch so low hopefully only Nachni and Cia would hear. But Cia was busy tearing Josh a new one, Rory smiled brightly and headed towards the Conference room, he took a seat next to Cia and planted a firm kiss on her cheek; he patted the seat next to him, motioning for Nachni to sit.
"The Rest of the packs still out? I heard your howl by the way Cia I was just outside so I didn't bother answering, you understand love?"
He said with his trademark devilish grin.
((Sorry about the typos and poor Grammar!))
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Post by Nachni on Aug 25, 2006 9:13:47 GMT -5
*Shameless, Nachni couldn’t help but beam back as Rose addressed her comments. She had more than a little trouble taking the vampires, or anyone else for that matter, too seriously. She was an animal, after all. If she couldn’t eat, kill or sex it, what use was it? Ciarnet stressed enough by herself for the rest of the pack anyways. Sacrificing herself so Nachni and Rory could kill unhindered by negativity- such a sweet, innocent thing she was. She took Rose’s direction with her usual “if it suits me” attitude. Following the vampire’s direction usually led to chaos and death, which brought Nachni joy. It was win/win as far as she was concerned. And when it wasn’t…well, she simply didn’t do it.
Bemused, she leaned into the warmth of Rory’s arm from her position on the counter and studied “Mr. Right” more intently. All that ‘tude and self love was likely to get him killed. She only hoped she’d be there for it. From the looks of Ciarnet and Rory, she just might be. If there was anything left of him after they were through, Rose would have her evil way with the remains. Content from her considerable meal, Na slipped the rest of the mozzarella stick and chewed thoughtfully. Left alone with Josh and Rose as Ciarnet huffed off, followed by a grumbling Rory, she slid off the counter and slid her tongue over her lips for the last of the greasy crumbs. She licked her fingers and offered Josh a patronizing smile.*
You must be confused, Josh, as this isn’t a grocery store…unless you paid for that food? No? Didn’t think so. Another man referred to me as a mongrel once…Or, at least, started to. He was one syllable in when I pulled his heart out through his mouth and ate it in front of him. You see, that’s the kind of meat I prefer…. Not the packaged shit you’re after, but the fresh stuff. Warm and bloody. See you at the meeting, hun. If you survive Rose, that is.
*She excused herself, tuning out Josh’s flurry of questions and smirking to herself.*
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Post by Rose Rastafari on Aug 25, 2006 16:01:54 GMT -5
-If Josh’s abrasive manner offended the vampire, she hid it well. Her smile never faltered, merely sharpened as he spoke. A braggart and an ass, the man was not quite what she’d expected. Privately, Rose wondered if she’d misheard Isa’s instructions on the phone. What she thought to be “Make him feel at home” could actually have been “Kill him, then ditch the body”. Maybe those “big plans” her sister had for him were that he serve as fertilizer for Rose’s own herb garden. Had she more of a sense of humor, she would have excused herself to call Isa back and clarify their conversation. Or, on the other hand, it was also likely that she had misheard Josh instead. There was a chance- a slim one- the word he’d used to define her had not been “mongrel” at all. Anything was possible. Resisting the urge to clean an ear out with her index finger, she clasped her hands gracefully before her and stepped back to allow the three obviously irked werewolves by.
Studying the way her fingers curved together to form the grip, Rose waited in patient silence for the others to move out of earshot before lifting her gaze to his face. While the smile remained, it had darkened considerably since its arrival on her lips and spoke volumes of her desire to kill. Trust in her hearing prevented her from ending him right there in the kitchen. Instead, she simply watched him intently as he proceeded to rant about what she did and didn’t know and what she did and didn’t need before announcing his intention to join them at the meeting. As if it was ever up to him. By the time he’d launched into a barrage of questions, even Rose’s impressive patience was ebbing. She raised a hand to stop him, as polite a gesture as she could manage in the face of his speech. When she finally spoke, her tone was low despite the possibility of anyone hearing her aside from the intended was impossible.-
Before we leave and before I answer your questions, Josh, I think it wise for us to have a little discussion. I realize Isabella hired you initially; however, she sent you here to be of service to me. Basically, this means I hired you. As long as you have accepted the position- and you have, as far as I know- why she or I chose you is irrelevant. If you are indeed accepting your wages, then you need not concern yourself with what use you are. I can assure you, the First Bloods do not employ the useless.
Watched or not, a good thing or not… here you are. That said, there are a few rules of the house. As acting leader of the house, I require respect. If I get it, I will give it back. If I don’t? That is not an option. Do what I ask of you when and how I ask you to do it and this arrangement will benefit both of us. I see nothing barring us working comfortably together, so long as everyone knows what’s what.
As for the rest of my staff…they are what they are. You may have noticed their negative reaction to the term “mongrel”? They have a purpose here and they serve it. Enough said. I ask that you show them a measure of respect as well. I will ask the same of them. I can advise them not to kill you for your attitude, but I cannot guarantee they won’t. Good help is so terribly hard to find…They are animals, after all. You may stand a chance against just one or two, but as you know they travel in packs. Fiercely loyal packs. You would be wise to remember this. Also remember that I know of and value their service to me whereas you are new to me. That will not always be the case if you prove to be as deadly as you claim.
I suspect everything will go much more smoothly if we all agree to live peacefully, yes? So, if you agree to my rules, let us continue on to the meeting where I can answer the rest of your questions.
(-Pant- See? I can be long-winded. I knew I had it in me.)
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Post by theblade527 on Aug 29, 2006 20:12:59 GMT -5
Maeniel wasnt doing much after eating two people at max because he didnt want suspision to rise up that people were missing. He now walked the streets and headed back to the hotel where he had been interigated by the vampire pet werewolfs. Why have we returned to this dump? the armor had asked and maeniel replied with a grin, "because we are going to pay a little visit and find out what is going on around here." What if we get caught? this was when he gave a satisfieing grin and replied, "then we fight our way out or we could just let them capture us then escape either way works."
The footprints were light but he could still smell a strong oder of the werewolfs and started following the trail. Since he wasnt running it took him a long time before he reached a fence and a warehouse, "this must be the place" he wispered and then took his regular wolf shape so he could crawl under the fence. Slowly and quietly he crept through the shadows of the compound staying out of sight of the cameras that have been stationed everywhere. Deciding that it be stupid to go through the front door he looked and found a side door which seemed to have been damaged earlier sometime by a fight or possibly just rusting. Staying in the shadows still he changed his form and tried opening the door gentaly and making sure not to make a sound as he opened it.
Slowly he made his way in and headed down the corridors until he heard voices and that was when his armor had provided him with a ninja type look with black clothing that covered his whole body and face. Instead of going on ground he silently climbed the wall and stayed in the dark cornor making his way towards the sounds.
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Post by Moridanu on Sept 19, 2006 18:52:02 GMT -5
(( OOC.. Ummmmmm... I dont know how we can respond to this, as we have all left the room and are already gathering for the meeting... *tis confused* I cant have Ciarnait respond to his comments, as she left before he said anything.. as did Rory.. and Rose.. is still there I think... ?? While I understand that you didnt post before due to whatever reasons Joshy poos.. if the others have moved on into another room, you need to acknowledge that in your post... cause as it stands, hes talking to an empty room.. ))
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Post by The Joshness ™ on Oct 5, 2006 20:41:32 GMT -5
(I made the first version of this at school in a very pressed amount of time, so i knew i had missed something major, and i did. I made some slight alterations to the post if its screwe dup still i'll rewrite the entire thing. Hopefully i wont have to. On a second note, Rose never left the room. Atleast it didnt say so in her post ) There was a brief moment of silence eyeing them all, following them with an even pace. Josh just laughed a little “Kill me, eh?” another small cackle “Have at it. I’ve seen scarier kittens stuck in the treads of a tank.” He stood up “Rose, you are my Employer; therefore I must carry out nay request you have.” He looks at the others, who basically all stated that they could ‘kill him with ease’ “I came from a big pack. I was beneath nobody but the Den Father. I can understand you guys to an extent and it’s not that I really care if you’re offended, cause I don’t, but your still a Mongrel until you’ve proved me otherwise. And no, im not a Mongrel. - I - am a Mutt.” For an instance something changes about his physique in many ways, but one of the biggest things is a blackened Aura, one that makes your hair stand on ends in fits of cold shivers. From the darkness of a corner, or behind a bookshelf, something alive writhes in its silent presence. His muscles are tight and firm, showing that he has quite a powerhouse in each arm, but he has yet to give them any hint of swiftness. Something progresses, his eyes move a little bit faster, and the things in the shadows writhe again. The wolves would feel it like an itch they just can’t scratch while Rose, rose would possibly know this feeling. The only image her mind would be able to see if she focused on that aura enough was a single word “Lasombra”. “Now if any or all of you would like to throw down right now, get this little dick waving contest over with, im glad to take up on offers. Here’s a bargain, I won’t even kill you. BUT” glancing at the girl with a wicked grin “I keep what I win.” Josh was mostly joking in his own way, mostly. Now the male is younger, leaner, but what he lacks is the common sense to know that age has nothing to do with the rage of a beast. “And for further reference, other than these snacks and appetizers, you surely do not stock the food I desire. My taste buds requires something more….interesting.” Josh looked to Rose for just a moment, eyeing her in the non-offensive manner before looking at the rest of them “This meeting, who else will be attending? Hopefully they adjust to me with the ease you guys did, but a few of might have some difficulties.” Ok, so now he was just pushing their buttons, but that’s how he is. “How long will this meeting last? I hunger, it is about time for me to start the prowl.” He cracked his neck slowly to allow the loudest and drawn out snapping noises he could manage, cracking an evil grin while he walked amongst them.
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Post by Rose Rastafari on Oct 19, 2006 12:49:46 GMT -5
-Rose would not allow herself the luxury of sighing. To do so would be to admit she was frustrated and frustration was weakness. Leaders were not weak nor did they ever appear to be. Instead, they shifted each and every situation they came into to fit their own purposes. The man’s prickly exterior and grating personality could work for her. Some how, some way, they would work for her eventually. Until she figured out how, she would draw on patience rarely used and find a way to keep him and the werewolves from ending each other. Despite his insistence that he would not kill them, it was clear- as he meant for it to be- what lurked inside him and it was not to be trusted. Isa had seen something in this one that inspired her to send him now, but she would understand if and when the time came for his “services” to end. For the time being, the pack could hold their own. When they couldn’t, Rose would.
Minutes from hosting a meeting she would much rather handoff, she let her mind drift to her warm, fragrant lab where homemade brews of life and death awaited her return. The comforting sound of their bubbling and spitting would be a pleasant alternative to the curious, and generally irritating, voices and their constant questions. The poisons she created never asked how long she would work on them, but sizzled and spat contently under her capable hands for as long as the chose to be there. Why did she need all of these other people to kill when she could easily do it herself? Insanity. Disregarding all that came before it, Rose swept past Josh and answered the question while striding down the hall.-
It’ll conclude once I’ve concluded it. I doubt you will starve between now and then. The sooner we start, the sooner we finish. Please come along, it’s getting late.
-Entering the meeting hall to find the trio gathered together at one of the many huge, oak tables scattered throughout the reception area, Rose took her place at the head of it. She then sank into welcoming velvet of the head chair and settled comfortably in it before fixing her intense gaze on the doorway expectantly. Josh would be right behind her. Once he too was in and seated, she cleared her throat and addressed the group.-
As most of you know, I have just spoken with Isabella. The subject of the evening was obviously the humans’ unexpected, little visit and how we intend to show our thanks. Rather than kill them outright for the offense, she and I feel it would be in their best interest to pay for it with the lives of those useless blood-bags they protect. In my spare time I have created perhaps one of the deadliest poisons in existence to feed them through their water supply. They will not die quickly, but slowly and in as much pain as I can possibly show them. I feel it is the very least we can do. Those who survive- if any- will not soon forget how we deal with such senseless violence on our kind. Questions?
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Ciarnait
Wannabe
Werewolf protector of First Blood Clan
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Post by Ciarnait on Oct 19, 2006 18:21:05 GMT -5
*Ciarnaits dark lips curved into a satisfied smirk as she listened to Rose’s words. Though Rose was Isabellas 2IC and usually the quiet one hiding in her lab, Ciarnait was secretly delighted to see how well she had taken on the role of Leader for this meeting. She knew that with Sebastions absence, she too was required to step up to the bat and lead the Pack with his usual grace and good humour, and she hoped she could do as much justice to the role of leader as Rose was doing right now.
Listening carefully to her words, Ciarnait laughed outloud when Rose described how the humans would die – painfully. ~I personally LOVE the idea, and cant wait to see it put into action. How exactly ARE we going to tap into their water supply?~ Even as she asked the question, an idea occurred to her. A few months ago she had met a lone wolf who lived down near the sewage pipes near Bonds Beach. He had spent hours bragging to her that by simply tracing the pipes back to their original source he could access everyone’s water and sewage. At the time, she had merely said ~ Ew!~ as she wondered why anyone in the world would want to have that kind of access, but now she fully understood why.
~Uh, I might be able to help out..~ she looked at Rose expectantly. ~I uh.. have some connections.. well one rather.. he can apparently get us into the water station… at least, that’s what he said. Im sure you already have something worked out, but if you don’t… ~ she shrugged. ~Maybe he can help?~ She sat back in her chair, her long legs crossed in front of her and her fingers interlaced at the back of her dark head as she stretched.
~This is going to be fun! Lets make those pigs pay!~ *
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Post by theblade527 on Dec 3, 2006 15:44:20 GMT -5
He slowly approched as he saw a group of people, who he knew were vampires and werewolfs walk down a corridor towards a meeting area or something like that. Very quietly he crepted along the wall following the group and stopped here and there in case someone turned around. When they finnaly stopped he sat and waited listening to their discusion from far distance away. Maeniel liked to goof around and try his luck a lot, but in this case he wanted to get back at the two werewolfs who had cost him his room and for butting into his buisness.
Wasnt long when he overheard something about getting back at humans which sounded interesting. After awhile of hearing about the poision in the water he lost interest for it was to simple and sounded very boring. "Vampires are so boreing when it comes to getting revenge" he said in a very very quiet wisper. What are you thinking? maeniels armor asked, "o nothing at least not yet." He knew the armor didnt believe him and really didnt care, he listen to one of the women in the room state their opinion on how they can get into the water supply. Maeniel would stay and listen until the meeting was over or inless he was spotted.
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Post by Rory Connery on Dec 26, 2006 6:38:42 GMT -5
Rory rolled his eyes, he put up his hand and positioned it so it looked like a mouth, he flapped it as Josh managed his last few blah blah blah's. This wasn't the first time a 'Josh' had been accepted into the pack; they had come… and gone. Rory especially liked the gone part, when they were asked to leave… usually very violently. Rory smirked to himself; he sniggered at his own person joke and memories.
He quickly straightened up though as Rose discussed the First Blood's plans. He nodded as she talked but thought disapprovingly of her actions, the First Blood would be the death of the pack, he knew it, and he could feel it.
Rory put his hand up for second; he waited for Rose to look at him before he started
"With all due respect Rose, and I mean that"
He said with a wolfish grin.
"I know poisons are your 'thing' but poisoning them… does seem a little cowardly…."
He looked to his friends- no 'friends' was too broad a word, his family for support specifically Nachni and continued.
"And Rose… how are we going to localise the poison if we're going to infect them through the water supply… if we kill the enemy wont we end up killing… I don’t know… say the entire population of Sydney!"
His voice raised a little, but it was still no way rude or frantic
"Don’t get me wrong, I can't stand humans as much as the next wolf, but what exactly are you guys going to eat when everyone drops dead?"
He thought for a second… actually it was a perfect plan, maybe the vamps would drop dead from starvation…
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