Sydney Headquarters

[Nachni]

*Though Nachni could hear most of what went on in the room beyond the door, it only began to make partial sense when the second, unidentified voice of another man commented on the Enemy. As he was clearer and louder from her position, she gathered that he was closest and would be answering her call. Rather than end up nose to nose with someone she may not care to, Na stepped back to give him some room when the hinges creaked and the door was thrown suddenly forward. Stumbling backwards, she pushed off it with both hands and dived to the side so the door wouldn’t crush her. Just in case, she kicked out and pushed it further away before letting it crash on the floor.

In one smooth motion she rolled and leapt off the floor, dark eyes narrowed on the ass who just heaved a door at her. Rolling her shoulders and neck, she arched one, slender brow and glanced between Maeniel and Rory. Na then settled into a comfortable, though defensive position, and regarded the man referring to her and her pack as “vampire slaves” coolly. None of them had much time before the hall in which they stood would be swarming with hotel staff, guests, and eventually police as well. What the hell had Rory gotten himself into? Irritated with the whole situation at this point, she sneered and addressed the door throwing lunatic.* Too feral to use the doorknob, are you? Idiot. If you’d wanted the entire staff up here for the conversation you could have called the front desk. Probably too complicated for you.

*She then turned her attention on Rory, one hand on her hip and an expectant glare aimed at him.* I just met him and I already can’t stand him. You explain what all of ~this~ is later, but it’s time to go. Let’s kill dopey over here and get out of here.

[Rory Connery]

Rory face was the picture of amusement, his brow raised questioningly

"Oh so your not a werewolf? Please if you only knew the times I've heard that old story 'I've transcended, no longer am I cursed like you!'"

Rory tilted his head back and laughed obnoxiously

"Many a man I've killed after such claims, you're just like the rest of us, pure and simple. You may have different habits, some shinny new toys. But you bleed the same, eat the same"

He emphasised the word eat. The second the fool kicked down the door Rory took his opportunity, He darted backwards, much faster than appeared possible, he swiped at the blunt of the sword with the back of his hand, hoping to knock it out of the way. Rory was already at a safe distance, with a single leap backwards he landed on one of the comfortable blue sofa chairs. He cracked his neck with a single tilt of his head, his ears began to elongated, his eyes darkened and fur began to sport along his arms and sides of his face. Dark black claws grew from his finger tips but Rory stopped the progression halfway, he growled viciously

"I already answered your question! Are you hard of hearing as well as stupid? I'm here because the Enemy are aware of your presence, which puts us all in danger"

He roared loudly, he nodded to Nachni

"Trust me, you'll like the story"

He said to his friend with a handsome smile.

"When the Enemy arrive to kill you, do me a favour and don’t tell them about us with your dying breath"

He said with another wolfish smile, he made his way towards Nachni ready should the man with the sword attack, Rory had a feeling that’s exactly what he would do and he was ready for it. His body language was enough for Nachni to interrupt, they knew each other intimately it was a connection forged by being members of the same pack. It was unspoken almost psychic.

[theblade527]

Maeniel saw the girl get up and insult him which he could understand, but really didnt care. He had listened to the guy who had just said he was like them and started laughing. "As I said im not like you and im not cursed," he could hear the sounds of the police cars approching and decided that he had enough fun for the night when his armor decided to speak up. "Maeniel!" it said in a haughty voice, "I know I can hear them to you know" he told the armor which to the other two would look as if he was talking to himself since the armor was transparent. He took his sword and put it on the back part of his armor which then looked as if it melted into his skin but didnt.

Soon after his sword had disapeared then looked at both of them then at the clock next to the bed, "well you already made me late for my first meal for tonight, and yes I may eat the same things but we are not totally the same." To make sure that they couldnt catch him the started a slow jogging pace to the door and as he was doing that he started to grow grey fur as he hunched down with his arms and legs changing into paws, eyes changing yellow, and ears became pointed. Only took him a few seconds to change and get past the girl so he was standing out the door. Maeniel had changed into a regular grey wolf and looked at the other two through his yellow eyes. As I said I am not totally one of your kind and I have no reason to tell the enemy anything for they will find you anyways he said to them through his mind into their minds, which he could only do in this form. As he started to take off he stopped and also said and do not follow me, then he was gone off down the hall way growling at anyone who tried to catch him.

[Nachni]

Moody, little bastard has some nerve. Nothing in my contract says I can’t eat regular wolves. If he’s not one of us then he’s food as far as I’m concerned.

*Smug, but not yet ready to forgive Rory for whatever the Hell he had gotten them both into (and that was exactly how she saw it- him getting her into something), Nachni allowed Maeniel to pass her without incident. She had eaten enough human flesh tonight for a pack of werewolves and though she would happily kill him anyways, she did not want to ruin what slim chance they now had of him spilling whatever information it was her packmate seemed to want from him. As he fled down the hall, she pondered the man’s deep rooted insanity and the way his weapon seemed to sink into his back. He was definitely not like them as his current form proved further. But what about him interested Rory? The whole thing had a foul smell to it in Nachni’s opinion. Bored with the departing furball, her eyes narrowed on Rory where he stood beside her. Unless he made some desperate move or any sign that he intended to follow him, she would lunge forward to seize him and throw him on his back. Once there she would settle atop him, straddling his waist with her hands pinning his shoulders firmly to the floor, and begin the questioning. She had been looking forward to this part.*

So ~Rory~, why don’t you tell me all about this story I’m going to like? Hmm? Now.

[Rose Rastafari]

-For the second time Rose lifted herself up and out of the trap door separating her private laboratory from the rest of the compound. The silk robe had been replaced by an outfit of equal comfort, consisting of a crinkled skirt of black with a scattering of blue roses and a matching cerulean silk bodice with sheer, bell sleeves. Usually loose, her umber locks were hastily swept into a knot atop her head, pinned there with the exception of a few stray curls by a patch of black leather and twin crystal hairpins. Black suede knee-high boots completed the look. Though they did not add to her height, their custom-made flat, cushioned soles tread silently and provided her small feet with a bed divine comfort.

Not so different from her last stroll down the hall, she moved through the building with purpose. A characteristic sign of distractedness, she nibbled her bottom lip in deep thought as she closed the distance between her and the warehouse. In a world of her own, she was not unaware or her surroundings. In fact, her dark eyes swept the area carefully for the werewolf Ciarnait whose company she’d left the lab to seek. Revenge had taken shape in the vampire’s mind and the sooner she put her plan into action, the better. It was the First Blood Clan’s good fortune that Rose thrived in the face of adversity. Eying the delicate wrist watch adorning her left wrist, she gently squeezed the cell phone clasped in the hand of the same arm and urged it to ring. Isa may be gone, but the world of technology made that fact easy enough to ignore. Once the formalities were out of the way, the fun of choosing the right poison for the job would begin. She just needed to call.-

Ring, damnit.

[Ciarnait]

*Ciarnait looked up with a distracted glance as she heard the unmistakable sound of Roses heels clicking against the floor as she moved down the hallway towards her. As Ciarnait had been standing just outside Roses door mere seconds before, she was still close enough to be able to merely turn around in an effort to reveal herself in the dark hall..

~Rose..~ she said quietly, nodding her dark head slightly in respect. ~I have been waiting for you to rise. There is much to discuss… ~

Stepping aside to allow Rose room to walk beside her if she so chose, Ciarnait began to walk down the hall towards the Warehouse. As she moved, she continued with her report to Rose.

~The new arrival Josh appears to have almost finished the clean up and repairs. Sadly, I cannot testify as to where my brethren might be. Save for Sebastion, I can not lay claim to Nachni and Rory’s plans..~

Her keen eyes noticed the small cell phone clutched in Roses hand. ~Isabella calling soon?~ she asked. ~Hopefully she can give us the word to go and get some revenge on Perry and his cronies.~ *

[The Joshness ™]

Josh got bored, and when Josh gets bored, he needs something to eat or he starts just randomly destroying things. So he went to the staff kitchen and had begun to prepare a feast…for himself. Pots and pants clanging the smell of food roaming around the entire facility finding just about everyone in the area. He is a master of food, able to cook any form of edible delights one could imagine. He is almost done with the slab of Ribs, the Turkey and his own version of the Pork Loaf. The aroma is intoxicating, the sides he cooks add a scent of stuff like Stuffing, Gravy, Mozzarella Sticks, and mashed potatoes. One would think, surely he is cooking this for all the staff, but Josh isn’t, he’s cooking it all for himself, and will, without a doubt, eat it all by himself. He has been done with his ‘janitorial duties’ for a while now, tried finding someone to bide his time with but failed and is now reduced to making a porker out of himself.

[Rose Rastafari]

-Rose paused in her lip nibbling moments before Ciarnet approached from behind, aware of her presence before the werewolf had a chance to announce it. She met the offered greeting with a slight nod, repeating the gesture at various points throughout the report. The vampire was never one to waste words when such a small movement would suffice. Those who knew her at all understood this, though her violet eyes stayed respectfully on Ciarnet as they moved side by side down the corridor as proof she had not missed a word. Even now the gears of her mind were turning, incorporating this new information with what she had already and adjusting her plans to fit it. Isa would be pleased with the progress and perhaps Rose’s personal thoughts on their vengeance, though this fact did little to ease Rose’s impatience as the cell remained silent in her curled fingers. Careful to keep any sign of these feelings free from her expression and tone, she came to a gradual stop and turned to address Ciarnet directly.-

She is and revenge is the very reason I came looking for you. I’ve been giving some thought to how we’ll thank the humans for their surprise visit. One kind act does deserve another.

-Casting a glance at her fist, a ring yet to emit from it, she pondered a course of action. Spilling the scheme now could be both embarrassing and foolish. Her sister may discard the idea for another leaving Rose and her plans to look incompetent in the eyes of the staff. Even if Isa was receptive, having to repeat it to everyone involved one at a time would be throwing away needed time and energy. Decided, Rose touched Ciarnet’s shoulder lightly.-

If you could gather everyone in the conference room, I will go over my thoughts. At the very least bring Sebastion and this Josh you’ve mentioned. You have absolutely no sense of where Rory and Nachni are?

-Rose scowled deeply, searching the halls with a cold glare as if her irritation alone could force them to appear then and there to be scolded. Her voice lowered dangerously, as it always did when anger struck her-

This is no time for the pack to be gallivanting around. I need them here now more than ever. As if they don’t know that… I have been too lenient with them. Please search the compound. If you haven’t found them by the end of my call, I will find them myself. They best pray I do not need to chase them down or there will be much worse than Hell to pay. Not just from me but from Isabella as well. Oh, and thank you, Ciarnet. We’ll meet back here shortly.

[Rory Connery]

Rory shrugged his shoulders at Nachni, he growled dangerously as the wolf ran through the corridor,

“Screw it... was just doing a random investigation, the enemy were aware of his presence, whatever he was… bullshit parlour tricks if you ask me… and you did.”

He said with his trademark mischievous grin. He wouldn’t tell his friend anymore information, she knew that. He gave her a playful; push slung his arm around her shoulder

“Lets get out of here before the staff turn out, last thing we need is to be on crime stoppers…”

He said with a bark-like laugh and moved through the door frame, the smells were intoxicating. Thousand of different scents, people, perfume, alcohol. He ignored the stirring in his stomach and led his way through the corridor.

“Race you…”

He said simply and took off at a leap, he made his way towards the stairs and virtually through himself off the balcony, truth he told he needed to be alone, but Nachni would have trouble understanding, he needed to be away from his pack he loved so much and despised at the same time. He growled in pure frustration as he ran out of the hotel and through the busy Sydney night. Vampires… that was the problem, the only problem, if The Wolves were alone, if the pack had no allegiance they would run the night, take whomever they wanted, create an army that nobody could surpass.

It wasn’t long before Rory was back at the headquarters, he slipped past Rose and Cia and headed towards the kitchen, the smell of food urged him closer, he pushed the doors open and smiled broadly at Josh.

“Who knew you were a chief!”

He checked the door; he knew Nachni would be right behind him. He moved towards the counter and plucked a Mozzarella Sticks from Josh’s buffet and placed it in his mouth hungrily.

“A bit of red meat and we’d be set…”

He said grinning handsomely, flashing with white teeth.

((Something to work with Josh! Hope thats cool, sorry Hex for abandoning you. we'll pick up soon!))

[theblade527]

Maeniel made his way quickly out the doors of the hotel at a pace that was faster then a regular wolf. God im hungry.....hopefully there are nice meaty people around that can help fill this empty stomach he thought as he walked towards bar's where he knew he would find someone drunk and who would not be missed at all. We will need to watch our backs more often now until my brothers arrive, the armor gave snort sound which Maeniel wasnt sure if armor could snort but wasnt going to ask, Its not "we" its more like you for I just armor and I dont think someone with a compatant mind would destroy me. As usual the armor made sence for it was in no danger only he was but still the armor would have to watch his back, he finnaly made it to the back of a bar and waited in the darkest part so only his yellow eyes would be visible.

Finnaly some drunken moron emerge from the door, he was of medium size but to maeniel a meal was a meal and he could always go and get some other helpless drunken fool if this one didnt fill him. He watched as the man who couldn't walk streight head his way not noticing that maeniel was there. He watched as the man walked past him and that was when he turned and jumped on the mans back taking him down and putting his teeth deep into the mans neck. With a slow movement of his head he had snapped the mans neck and slowly dragged him into a dark area where he layed down and started tearing at the skin.

[Ciarnait]

*Ciarnait nodded her dark head as she listened to Rose speak. She noticed the way Rose gripped hold of her cell phone, almost willing it by sheer might alone, that the phone should ring.

~Sebastion has flown to Italy on Isabella’s request,~ she said in her normally hushed tones. ~He has left me in charge of the Pack, and I will now perform my first duty as Leader by gathering us all in the conference room as you requested.~ Nodding her respect to Rose while also saying goodbye, she turned on her heel and marched quickly down the hallway, away from the warehouse. The roof access was nearby and Ciarnait needed for Nachni and Rory to hear her call from wherever the wind might take her voice. As she climbed the stairs and pushed open the heavy door that led to the roof however, she sensed that Rory had in fact returned to the compound. His scent only permeated the night air around her slightly but it was enough for Ciarnait to know her brethren had returned to the lair. She waited a few moments to see if Nachni would follow suit but her powerful sense of smell failed to detect Nachni’s scent anywhere near the compound.

Standing with her legs slightly apart and leaning forward and to the left, Ciarnait took a deep breath and let it out in one low, long howl. As the breath escaped her lips, it became louder, though still not loud enough to be heard by most people outside of a fifty-yard radius. Nachni would hear it though, and that’s all that Ciarnait cared about.

Before returning down to the warehouse, Ciarnait took a moment to stare up at the golden waxing moon. The night sky behind it was a deep dark plum, which seemed to perfectly highlight the Sydney night skyline in all its silver and neon lights. The Harbour Bridge and Opera House were in full light and from this angle; the blue lights shone the brightest, painting everything in a serene cerulean glow. Hugging herself as she gazed at it for a few moments, Ciarnait then turned and made her way back down the staircase, locking the door behind her. A few minutes later, she was pushing open the door of the kitchen where she suspected Rory would be. Smiling slightly in satisfaction to see that her hunch was correct, she entered the kitchen. The smile fell from her lips as she remembered the hurt she had felt at not being included in the gangs “outing” and it was because of this that her tone was more harsh than usual when she spoke.

~Welcome back Rory.. I must say your timing is impeccable, for once. Rose has requested a meeting in the conference room and when she asked me where you were, I had to tell her I had no idea. Really Rory, we do have phones ya know?~ Tossing her long dark hair over her shoulder, she leaned against the kitchen bench as she looked over at the newest arrival Josh. He was successfully making a pig of himself by stuffing as much food as he could into the whole in his face he used as a mouth and Ciranait’s nose wrinkled in distaste as she looked away and turned her dark orbs upon Rory once more.

~Where’s Nachni then?~ she asked, before she tilted her air and sniffed the air. ~ Don’t worry.. I think she’s home now..? ~ *

[Nachni]

*Nachni was less than pleased with Rory’s evasive reply. For once, rather than amusing her, his mischievous grin and playful, uninformative attitude just made her want to bite him. Hard. Instead, she’d chased him through all of Sydney to face some nut when he could have just invited her along in the first place. And what was so secret that he could not share with her, his packmate and friend. Irked, she resisted the urge to shrug his arm from her shoulders considering trying a more persuasive tactic of getting out of him what he did not seem to want to give. Once they were out of here and away from the filthy fleshbags who would want answers for the missing door, she could always seduce and/or beat it out of him. Then, much to her frustration, Rory did as he always did and handled the situation his own, unique, childish way.*

You ass! Get back here, damn it!

*Furious, Nachni’s hands balled into fists as her claws extended from her fingers and dug painfully into her palm. This wasn’t the time for racing! Snarling viciously, she shot after him and leapt gracefully from the balcony in pursuit. She landed light, despite her sandals, and streaked after his moving form. Unfortunately, the night’s events were catching up to her and with the extra weight from a many course dinner, she was unable to catch up to and stop him before they reached headquarters. It was only when she came to terms with the fact that her questioning would have to stop for the time being that she slowed to give her aching feet a rest. Following Rory’s musky scent, she stalked inside after depositing her ruined flipflops by the warehouse’s front entrance. The floorboards were so cool and soothing under her bare feet that she stretched the trip out to savor each step. Her anger faded.

Nachni heard Rose’s hushed tone in the corridor before turning into it on her route to the kitchen. She arched an eyebrow as Rose, on her cell and standing dead center of the hall, caught her in an icy glare as she limped passed. Offering a smile dripping with a mix of innocence and sweetness, the look warmed a few degrees. Just about everyone had trouble staying angry with Na. It was a weakness she took advantage of. She continued on to the kitchen to give the vampire her privacy, her mouth watering yet again as Rory and Rose’s scents mixed with the delicious aroma of fried foods. She ~always~ had room for anything fried.*

I smell fried cheese. Give.

*Breezing into the room, the exaggerated limp now absent from her step, Nachni flashed the crowd with another winning smile. As she had heard Ciarnet’s voice upon entering the hall and followed Rory here, Josh was the only one she had not counted on being present. This strange new scent lurking under those of the food and her pack must be his. Na eyed the platter in his hands and glanced between him, Rory- who now had his mouth full, and Ciarnet. Sidling over to him, both hands behind her and applying pressure to her sore tailbone, she bent back in a stretch in front of him. Her hand then shot out to ease a mozzarella stick or two off the plate, dipping the one headed for her waiting mouth in the mashed potato on the way by. Still nibbling, she lifted herself onto the counter beside Josh, crossed her long, tanned legs and sent a wink in his direction.*

Mmmm. Cooks ~and~ cleans. Well Hell, it’s Mr. Right come to Sydney. I guess we’ll be keeping you around. So…what did I miss? And what’s with Rose? All smiles till I came in and then she all but gets her cell phone in a knot. There are more private places than the hall to have phone sex with your secret lover.

[Rose Rastafari]

-Rose was staring down into her palm at the cell when the awaited ring finally broke the silence. So intent on it was she that she jumped at the shrill sound and nearly dropped it. Irritated with herself, she flipped the phone open, brushed her dark hair back and pressed it to her ear.-

(Phone conversation between Rose and Isabella)


Rose Rastafari: Good evening, sister.

Isa Rastafari: Hello Rose. Its good to hear your voice again..

Rose Rastafari: Yours as well. You've been missed. There is much to discuss, I'm afraid, though I think you will be pleased with my thoughts on how to rectify the situation.

Isa Rastafari: I also have news on my end. Tell me first, any developments since last we spoke?

Rose Rastafari: Ciarnet has informed me that the new one, this "Josh", has finished cleaning the grounds. I have yet to see corpses or debris in my brief walkthrough, so I have to assume he has done his job well. I have sent Ciarnet to gather the pack for a meeting following our call. The whereabouts of Rory and Nachni were unknown when we spoke, but I believe I can hear at least one of them now. I have been giving some thought to what revenge we might take on the humans for this disaster if you have no set plans already?

Isa Rastafari: Corpses?... Wow, sounds like I missed quite a party. Yes, Josh is a rare find, one we can use to our advantage. Do try to make him feel at home wont you? I have big plans for him. As for the others, I’m not surprised to hear about Rory and Nachni.. but why is Ciarnait in charge? Sebastion was supposed to leave to come over here but as he hasn’t arrived yet I assumed he hadn’t left?

Rose Rastafari: As you wish sister. I have yet to meet him, but he will be attending our meeting and I will introduce myself then. Yes, according to Ciarnet- the only one I've been in contact with so far- there were a number of casualties. That miserable oaf leading the humans left with none of the team he arrived with, thankfully. I am sure at least some of the pack enjoyed a rare feast as a reward for their efforts. I spoke with Ciarnet moments ago and she reported that Sebastion has left her in charge of the pack and departed for Italy on your request. I don't know precisely what time he left, but I have to assume he will be arriving shortly for I've not seen him at all.

Isa Rastafari: I’m glad to hear the pack had a feast at least and it pleases me no end to hear that that dickhead Perry had to limp home with his tail between his legs without his team. As for the Pack, you will need to keep them on a tight reign, at least for now. It’s an important time; I need them focused on the job at hand... which brings me to my news. The clans have agreed on a truce, and we are all going to be working "together" to beat the Enemy once and for all. There are many different phases and strategies to be put into place, but one aspect that we can start straight away is that we start a full on war with the Enemy in Sydney.. and I think our idea of spiking their punch is just what we need to get the party started. I trust you have everything in place to release the toxin? What toxin did you finally decide on by the way?

Rose Rastafari: I can assure you, their minds will be on their task at this meeting. I did not wipe out my impressive collection of rare, poisonous extracts to have a troop of blundering furballs waste the time, energy and expense that went into creating such a brew. A truce with all of them? It is due only to my faith in you that I will accept this truce gracefully, Isa. They have their own motives, as you know already. Still, "the enemy of my enemy is my friend". I support whatever decisions you make. Ah, a most deadly surprise I have for the humans. I have yet to name it, but they will be more concerned with their liquefying organs leaking out to care what caused it. Between the ricin, death caps, botulinum and a few lesser known extracts, they will be beyond all hope and live just long enough to know it. I only wish I could view each and every gruesome death in person. Any humans lucky enough to avoid the water will be in for quite the show.

Isa Rastafari: Ah Rose, a girl after my own heart. I love to hear that passion in your voice as you talk of death and decay. You have whatever authorisation you need to put your little toxin out there. While the Enemy is our main target, I will not shed any tears over the loss of a few hundred mortal lives if they happen to drink the cities water. Will you?

Rose Rastafari: I try, Isa. You know I do. I will make a point of taking a stroll through the chaos once the plan is complete. I am actually hoping to reach numbers into the thousands. If this works as it should, even contact with the skin alone will be enough to start a reaction. Every wash of the hands, every shower, every sip will bring death. Nothing will wound the Enemy more than knowing their actions brought this on and then they too will share the fate of those they wish to protect. I love it.

Isa Rastafari: I love it also! Honestly, the potential carnage is huge. I have a man here.. another clan leader who thought the plan was rather foolish. I quickly set him straight on that matter however, and I can’t wait to be able to prove him wrong. Please, keep me fully informed of your progress. I will return to Sydney if you need me to, but until then I plan on staying here with Benito. Is that a problem?

Rose Rastafari: Of course not. Enjoy yourself. I must admit it isn't the same here without you, but rest assured I can handle things until your return. I only wish I could see Italy. It's beautiful this time of year, isn't it? How I miss our trips together. Perhaps once the dust settles on the dead city we will have the opportunity to get away? After this I will need a change of scenery.

Isa Rastafari: I know that I leave everything in your capable hands my sweet Rose, and I can not express how much I miss you. We will most certainly have a holiday when all this is over with, perhaps a trip back to the homeland? Rome is beautiful, even more so than I remember.. as is our host. Speaking of, he is waiting for me to continue the meeting so I really should go.

Rose Rastafari: I should be getting to my own meeting anyways. Hopefully Ciarnet has rounded up everyone, as it would be a shame if I had to go looking for anyone. More a shame for them than me, that is... Damn, Nachni just arrived. I guess everyone’s here now. Send my regards to Benito, won't you? It was, as it always is, a pleasure speaking with you. Take care of yourself, sister. I will keep you informed.

Isa Rastafari: As will I for you. Do be careful and remember, just follow your gut instinct and you won’t go wrong. I shall call you tonight to see how the meeting went and to advise you how this one ends. Till then sweet Rose.. farewell.

Rose Rastafari: Till then. Farewell, Isa.

(End of call)

-Reluctantly snapping the cell shut once more, Rose stared at it for a long moment. As much as she missed her sister, there was plenty to be done and the bloodthirsty vampire was anxious to get started. With a last look she tucked the phone into the pocket of her skirt and then moved to lurk outside the kitchen doorway. She had heard much of the conversation carrying on inside and enjoyed Nachni’s look of surprise as she slipped quietly into the kitchen. Shifting an inquiring gaze over all of them, she then glanced down at her watch.-

I see the two of you have returned from your outing, Rory, Nachni… Good of you to join us, though I’m quite sure I said the conference room and not the kitchen. And Nachni, as you know, my phone folds shut. I have yet to get it into a knot, but give me time. As for my “secret lover”, that was Isabella and ours is a…forbidden love. Rather than sex, we were discussing our plan for vengeance on the Enemy and their kind. If you would all be so kind as to gather in the conference room, I will update you on your newest duties.

-Turning her attention on the newest member of her staff, Rose crossed to him, moving between the three werewolves. She smiled down at his nearly empty plate and nodded respectfully.-

You must be Josh. Isabella speaks highly of you and I trust her judgment. She apparently forgot to mention that you could cook. I am Rose Rastafari, Isabella’s sister and second of the First Blood Clan. Welcome to our home and headquarters. I thank you for your help in these dark times and I do hope you will come to the meeting, as your services will be needed again very soon. Shall we go then?

[The Joshness ™]

Josh isn’t necessarily an asshole, ok he is. But still, he’s not normally outlandish about food, but he IS protective of it. When they sat down, one helping himself to a plateful and then the other two came prancing in. “I highly doubt you carry the meat I want. It’s not something you find in the werewolf grocery store.” The girl that sat down beside him winking at him so playfully really wouldn’t have any idea what she’s winking at. Then Rose talks to him, and he knows her authority “Yes, I am quite capable, most likely beyond anyone in this very room.” Eyeing the man, then quickly to the woman beside him and back to Rose. If there was one thing not lacking in his personality its conceitedness, he had plenty of that, but not without good reason. Finishing off what’s left of his food, josh raises up from his seat, gathering up most of the dining utensils and such while he cleans up his mess “You know, when I got the message to come here, I was never fully explained –why- im here or what exactly you mongrels need with me. Unless you want someone dead, and I mean dead, im useless to you.” He continued to talk throughout his cleaning thing, not bothering to wipe anything down or wash it. He just tosses away the trash and fills up the sink with his clutter of dirty dishware. “Also, I noticed you guys don’t shine to brightly upon the Vampire types. Im taking it you guys have no idea who I am, this makes me wonder why Isabelle asked me to come here, because usually I have a reference of some kind. Your sister said she just knew me.” He eyes her “And when people –know- me, it means they are watching me. And when people watch me, its never a good thing.” Josh had the musky smell of a Wolf and that was always pleasant, though at the same time he has this underlying stench, the smell of rotting meat and death. Very curious indeed. His body language was muscular and swift but at the same time he had a feral jitteriness at all times. A reaction he often gets while on duty, keeps him on edge and aware of anything possibly trying to eat and or kill him “And yes, I will attend this meeting, I feel im the only one involved in this that is completely in the dark.” He went to leave, waiting at the door for the rest of them to take the lead and whatnot, giving him some direction and such.. “If you guys aren’t going to cover this in the meeting, id like to ask a few questions. Stop me if I it is. The attack here, how many men were there? What kind of weaponry? How’d they get here? When they did get here, what formation did they use to enter the compound? When they did attack, did you hear them speak anything? If so, what language?” While listing his questions, Josh begins to un scenario’s in his head, all possible outcomes and tactics that the attackers could have used. This information tells him what kind of military training they have had, where they might come from, and how intelligent their leaders are. This is his own way of getting to know the Enemies level of intelligence by a simple comparison to his own military deviancy.


(Done and revised )

[Ciarnait]

*Laughing softly at Nachnis witty banter, Ciarnait felt the smile slip from her lips as Josh began to speak. A dark slender brow shot up in surprise at the apparent excess of testosterone and ego that this feral halfbreed seemed to ooze from every pore. Barely containing herself, she rolled her neck a few times, clicking her jaw in and out before she stepped forward to address Josh.

~I don’t know who you think you are addressing by calling us “mongrels”, as the only flea bitten vermin I see around here is you, stranger. You are nothing to us, and are not here upon our request, therefore the temptation to kill you where you stand is curbed only by the fact that Isabella summoned you here for a reason. You’re the hired help and nothing more, so I suggest you don’t forget your place… I am sure that Rose, as her sister, will be passing Isabella’s orders onto all of us at the meeting. A meeting that I don’t remember inviting you to?~ she left the question hanging in the air while making it apparent that she really didn’t care for his answer, should he give one.

Turning to face Rose, she nodded once before murmering ~I’ll meet you there..~ before shooting one last hateful glare at Josh and slipping through the kitchen door. Halfway down the hallway, she broke into a run, stopping briefly to do a series of cartwheels and backflips down the corridor. Her gymnastic progress was proceeding exceptionally well considering she was teaching herself off images she had retained from movies and T.V shows she had managed to catch glimpses of throughout her long life. The quick work out was the perfect release she needed for the intense rage she felt towards that twit Josh, and by the time she opened the door to the conference room, she was cool, calm and collected. Fixing a serene smile on her face, she slid down onto a chair and propped her feet up on the desk in front of her, waiting for the others to join her. *