Cross Effects: Rebirth (2.0) The RP

[Arch-Magos Winter]

Dan
Forest blinked at Dan's teasing before she looked away, frowned, and folded her arms around herself.  "I didn't mean it like that!  Just when someone shape shifts all their clothing gets torn off.  Which is why a good reason most werewolves shop at Goodwill.  Bugger."

"Hey, hey, just joking around." Dan said. He raised his hands up in appeasement. "I know that much, I am a werewolf after all. Hell, even this stuff is pretty old. So, right, the room?"

Law

Enough was enough. She quickly dashed backwards, out of Law's reach "N-no more of this!" she protested energetically, waving her hands incoherently "What if people are staring at us?!" Well, girl, they probably would be more puzzled at the uncanny speed with which you distanced yourself from him. That was no humanlike speed.

"Hey, there's nobody around. It's fine," Law said.

I must admit her reaction to that was quite...

'Funny?'

Enjoyable.

Law opened the passenger side door for Mordred, walking around the Firebird before hopping into the drivers seat. The muscle car came to life, the motor purring into motion. "So, come on. I'm not going to fall asleep just yet."

[Elf]

Forest pointed absently and said, "Right.  So just follow me then."

She lead him out of the office and deeper into the basement, past even her quarters, the garage, and to a thick, reinforced steel door.  She knocked on it and there was a loud clang.  "This door can stop point blank bullets from most guns," she said before opening the door. 

The room had no windows, just thick concrete walls lined with steel bars and it thrummed gently of magic.

"I'm sort of torn between calling it the Danger Room, Arkham, or The Vault," she said gesturing to it.

******

Ash was behind Ellen and the blood whore Ramona didn't even look at them.

"Two hundred for a pint," she said, holding out a pale, shaking hand.

Ash pulled out two hundred bucks, laid it into the woman's hand and said, "If your not clean, its your ass."

[YOLF]

Uchiten

Grigori began to look upon the mage and his entourage with keen interest.

"You've aroused my curiosity, Uchiten. What are you?"

Uchiten had to contain a giggle at the woman's now obvious curiosity.

"I am a specter. An evil spirit. A being of human darkness incarnate. In my land, I am called a 'youkai'. As are my familiars." he said as melancholy started to seep into his voice. "In life, I was an Onmyoji of the imperial court of Japan. For seeking power and delving in taboos, I was chased and destroyed. In death, my hatred lingered, festered... and grew until the day I was reborn as what I am today."

He snapped his fingers suddenly, melancholy gone.

"And that's the gist of it."

Holding himself for a moment, he evaluated Grigori more carefully through his shades.

"What..." he asked, "about you? Who are you exactly, what are you, and what is the reason for that plain presence of death that you have?"

[Kat]

"Hey, there's nobody around. It's fine," Law said.

I must admit her reaction to that was quite...

'Funny?'

Enjoyable.

Law opened the passenger side door for Mordred, walking around the Firebird before hopping into the drivers seat. The muscle car came to life, the motor purring into motion. "So, come on. I'm not going to fall asleep just yet."

Mordred was still pretty shaken with what happened, and still slightly red on her cheeks. "I'm taking the backseat" she declared "That way you won't plan anything uncouth, Law" She got pretty defensive, it seems. As she said, she hopped in the back of the car.

Ash was behind Ellen and the blood whore Ramona didn't even look at them.

"Two hundred for a pint," she said, holding out a pale, shaking hand.

Ash pulled out two hundred bucks, laid it into the woman's hand and said, "If your not clean, its your ass."

Ellen was quite disconcerted, but hid that from others. Or at least she tried. Overcoming her hesitations, she approached the woman and digged her fangs into her neck. It was quite instinctual for her, it seemed. The girl was not on verge of starvation, so she could restrain herself.

Wow, it's so good she thought to herself while savoring her new type of drink she was supposed to take sustenance from this night on.

[Arch-Magos Winter]

Forest pointed absently and said, "Right.  So just follow me then."

She lead him out of the office and deeper into the basement, past even her quarters, the garage, and to a thick, reinforced steel door.  She knocked on it and there was a loud clang.  "This door can stop point blank bullets from most guns," she said before opening the door. 

The room had no windows, just thick concrete walls lined with steel bars and it thrummed gently of magic.

"I'm sort of torn between calling it the Danger Room, Arkham, or The Vault," she said gesturing to it.

Dan whistled appreciatively at the entire set up. "Niiiiiice." Without really thinking of asking, he took a potion out of his jacket and spilled a drop onto the door. The red fluid changed to a bright electric blue as it ran down to the floor. "Warded all up as well too, from what I can see. This thing can stop me. I can't thank you enough for letting me use this Forest.'

He took off his jacket, handing it to Forest. "Take it, I'd rather not have any of my potions broken in a rampage of mine." Vials full of a variety of liquid clanked together as he bunched it up.

[Elf]

Forest took the jacket, and peered at the clanging bottles.  "Have potions, will travel.  I'll put this somewhere safe.  Your welcome by the way."

******

Ramona winched as she was bitten.  Ash moved to Ellen and noticed that Ramona was just more uncomfortable than anything, and started to get paler and paler.

Bloody hell, she's already donated once tonight, the vampiress thought as she reached out and stroked Ellen's hair.  She said in the other girl's mind, Stop.  She's already given tonight, stupid bint . . . we'll find someone else.

[Kat]

Ramona winched as she was bitten.  Ash moved to Ellen and noticed that Ramona was just more uncomfortable than anything, and started to get paler and paler.

Bloody hell, she's already donated once tonight, the vampiress thought as she reached out and stroked Ellen's hair.  She said in the other girl's mind, Stop.  She's already given tonight, stupid bint . . . we'll find someone else.

(Elf, you like twists?)

She ceased when she realized that when prompted by her sire. Ellen felt pretty awful about that I didn't know... she told Ash., her conscience weighting on her.

[Umbra of Chaos]

"What..." he asked, "about you? Who are you exactly, what are you, and what is the reason for that plain presence of death that you have?"

"I am a god, or at least the closest any mortal can get to one in my world. I had a little problem with the God of Death. It had cursed me for summoning it, so I found a way to bind it and cracked it open like an egg. Then I devoured it's essence and took my place within the Pantheon. My power as the God of Death is probably what you've been sensing this whole time."

Grigori sighed, and anyone could sense the displeasure in her voice.

"However I am diminished. I would be overestimating myself if I said I was even 1/10 of my former power. Well, I should have expected to lose a lot for jumping into a world without my domain, and losing the belief of an entire world hasn't helped.


Paladin's eyes widened with surprise when the blast of lava melted the werewolf that had just hit him. However there was no time to ponder where the unexpected aid had come from. The other werewolf was distracted by the sudden death of its companion, so Paladin moved in, and with a single strike the beast was decapitated. With that done Paladin sheathed his blade, and look over to find the person who had helped him. There. A man in a wagon who was also being watched by many creatures.

Paladin made his way towards the wagon, but when he saw the looks that the creatures were giving him and the man in the wagon he unsheathed his sword. Some of them began to focus on him. The tension in the air was thick enough to cut with a knife, and Paladin began to get a little worried. He was not equipped to fight a crowd. He stopped right by the front of the wagon and said, "I hope that offer for a ride is still available."

[The Man With All The Cute Boats]

"Your tears-I mean, Coca Cola", his smirk almost widening to a murderous grin as he contemplated how beautiful she would look with a pair of knives in her neck, bleeding all over the counter, with the screams of her little lover boy hanging in the air. 'Oops, that won't do, I'll snap her neck at this rate from the sheer desire to kill her violently.'

Celica moved to the soda fountain, conveniently located where Terumi wouldn't see her stick a hand in the trash. She pulled out a used, slimy hamburger wrapper, and squeezed it until oily remains poured into Terumi's cup. She grabbed a small bag of fries from the slide, and carried both to her distasteful customer.

"Please wait for your meal at the side of the counter," she said in a tone so curt, anyone who knew her would never expect it. As she said this, however, her hand made signals to the kitchen to act as quickly as possible: A sign made solely for difficult customers whom the staff wanted gone, and a signal Celica had never made for anyone else.

Sweat borne of surprise and fear trickled in small waterfalls on the manager's fat as he stood in shock, before collecting himself and shouting to the cook, a tall but scrawny brown-haired man named "Shaggy," to make him work faster.

[Brahmastra]

His hands moved from her hair to her breasts, enjoying the weight in his palms as he begin to strum the pink points with his thumbs.  "So Folly, tell me what you want me to do to you then?" he whispered with a smirk.

Moaning slightly as Gabriel once again assaulted her breasts, La Folia put her head on his shoulder and whispered in the most seductive voice she could manage.

"I want you inside of me, right now", complimenting the needing words with a twist of her hips against his now-hardening length.

"Fiorehhh, not like this...", a near-blonde young man said in his sleep as he tossed and turned in an alleyway just outside the harbor.

"Ah, Don't tickle me there!"

A sharp inhale marked his awakening of the boyish-looking guy as he woke with a start, setting himself upright.

'What was I dreaming of just now?',  was the first thing he came to think of, his sleepy mind still not working at full capacity.

Then he recalled the dream.

A deep, ear-to-ear-spanning blush covered his face as he shook his head in disbelief of his inappropriate dream.

'Nope, nope, nope, that was NOT what I was dreaming about.'

'No it wasn't, of course it wasn't, how could it have been.'

'God damnit...'

Only a few seconds later did it come to him. He was no longer on board Darnic's private jet on the way to Japan. He was in a side alley of a city he could not place or identify.

'What in the world is going on. I was on the plane, and while we were having some drinks in a pre-War celebration, I'm fairly certain we didn't have enough to end up in an alley somewhere. Much less so when we were on an actual plane. This is like the plot of that awful movie series the guys always talked about.'

As he went out of the alley, still a bit sleepy, the most important bit came across his mind.

Fiore wasn't with him.

It wouldn't be unreasonable to believe that she had experienced the same phenomenon as him.

The most important person in the world to Caules was out there, alone, in a place that reeked of magic and modernity. Reaching into his pocket for his cellphone, something he had forced Fiore to carry and learn how to use, Caules checked the signal.

Naturally, it was dead.

'Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck,' a wincing expression crossing Caules's freckled face. There was nothing to do now but to find a map, ask the locals and search under every rock in the entire city if he had to.

Breaking into a run down the street, the smell of the sea noticeable on the air, Caules began yelling for his sister, with no regard for who or what heard him.

"Fiore! Can you hear me?! Where are you?!", and dozens of similar-sounding shouts permeated the harbor air as Caules began to search for his dear sister.

Taking the cup, filled with whatever Celica just got out of the paper he heard ruffled behind the counter, Terumi turned the cup upside down on his mouth and gulped down whatever the awful taste was in a single chug.

Setting down the plastic cup, eyes full of trollish smugness, Terumi spoke up.

"I believe that sign says there's free refills."

[Elf]

Lady Wynn Noreen Umbra was Not Pleased at the moment. 

She emerged from the Shadows behind an oddly attractive man with white hair and glasses on the rooftop beside her Forest's stronghold.  The raven-haired Faerie stepped beside him, scowling at the mechanical bird-man monstrosity perched upon the rooftop.  The thing was "protecting" what was rightfully Wynn's, then to make matters worse was the mockery of a "hunter" that Forest was now fostering as well as some werewolf from another dimension.

Apparently the little girl was some warrior against magic users, the monstrosity had imprinted onto Forest just because of her compassion for things that didn't deserve it, the werewolf needed some aid, the demi-god and his pet was an enigma Wynn wasn't particularly concerned about, and the strega was there to help the "hunter".  Or rather, he was going to make sure that everything was settled before shifting responsibility onto Forest.  The only thing positive was the maiden Gabriel was currently deflowering, an intriguing lass with an air of nobility and power to her.

If things go in my favor for once, his child might be forming in her womb, she thought to herself before looking at the odd yet beautiful white-haired man. 

She sensed power there and something wild, animistic even.  She said, "Are you here to somehow get Law Unto Herself's aid as well?"

******

Gabriel smirked as he felt himself rise to the occasion again, La Folia rubbing hotly against him.  He bent his head towards her breast before taking the right nipple into his mouth, laving it playfully.  "Folly, that might hurt you," he said before sucking hard.

******

Ash patted Ellen's back and said, "I didn't know either.  Just lick her throat closed and we can find someone . . ."

"I didn't think you'd be back so soon.  Last time you were here, you made it pretty fucking clear you weren't going to be back," a male voice said behind Ash.

"And bloody hell," Ash said with a sigh as she turned around to see Deacon Frost, "Bugger off Frost."

"And here I thought you and your moral fag of a mentor didn't go around turning people.  Why don't you introduce me?" Frost said with a smirk before putting a cigarette in his mouth and lightning it.

[Arch-Magos Winter]

Mordred was still pretty shaken with what happened, and still slightly red on her cheeks. "I'm taking the backseat" she declared "That way you won't plan anything uncouth, Law" She got pretty defensive, it seems. As she said, she hopped in the back of the car.

"You sure about being back there? It's kinda cramped." Law said. Reaching over the stick, he managed to get a hand on the open window of the car, pulling the passenger door shut. "And if you're worried about people looking around, being in the back looks far far stranger than being up front with me."

Smooth.

'Shut up.'

Forest took the jacket, and peered at the clanging bottles.  "Have potions, will travel.  I'll put this somewhere safe.  Your welcome by the way."

"Yeah, and would you mind if I raided the kitchen afterwords? Changing isn't exactly a stress free thing." Dan was taking his shirt off now, a rather interesting network of scars starting to show as he pulled it over his head. "You'd also better get out of here. The change is coming soon. I'll be fine in a few hours, but don't, for the love of whatever god damn religious figure you prefer praying to, open that door in that time. Keep people out."

[Daiki]

Sitting at the counter, Kyle gestured to the Barmaid for a refill. Tonight he was wearing grey. Nothing outstanding nor too discreet. Pair of jeans, sleeveless t-shirt with a light shirt on top of it and sneakers. Thinking about it, perhaps it didn't fit well with these tattoo and piercings of his. The image was usually important, when he was working especially, but it was a day off.

The tomboyish owner of the establishment gave him a murderous glance before serving him another shot of pineapple vodka.

"You already know I don't want you in here, sick mutt. Why don't you down your glass and kindly fuck off?"

Ah yes, the usual racism between supernatural species. Even though most Vampires didn't give a flying fuck about Werewolves, some still perpetuated this old joke, to the point that it only rang like a tradition to his ears.  The likes of Law Unto Herself had to deal with his kind often but, this bartender wasn't any close to that. Or perhaps she did, hell knows how much savage lycans roamed around. Still, he found her quite ignorant on his species. Didn't she know he could behead her on a mere stimulation? Twerp probably didn't reach half his age. Her only achievement being to have open this bar for blood junkies and loathed leeches in the middle of a location barren from human rights. That was no proper way to deal with customers.

 Kyle let his finger slide on the recipient half full of cheap liquor. With an upper glance he asked a question.

"Well, is it customary law to bite the hand that feeds you?"

She didn't seem impressed in the slightest.

"Says the mongrel that comes over my doorstep to pee on it and dare to ask for a pat after the deed."

"Oh am I now? Thought cash was cash. Ain't that a rule over here?"

"My place, my rules," she growled, growing impatient now.

"Ain't no rules in the sodding no man's land, miss." He chuckled. "That's the whole point. Besides, I don't see why you would let in some faeries addicts for free while I'm paying tabs charged with extra 'for not belonging', on top of being badmouthed."

The woman crossed her arms on her relatively flat chest. She was somewhat cute, though.

"These don't fucking hunt my kind for a prize." Kyle raised an eyebrow at that but she didn't seem to notice. "Yeah, I heard of you. You're the fetch dog of that blonde bitch. If people know that I allow you to come in my bar, have a drink with some nice chatting, what do you think will happen? I'm through with Hunters and I certainly don't you to cause me trouble. So, drink your damn alcohol and get the fuck out before I make you."

Kyle scratched his head with an annoyed look.

"You would be much more charming if you simply smiled to your client."

In response she gave him the mid finger before going to serve another person. The Werewolf sighed, about to take his leave when he recognized a familiar scent. He turned his head towards the entrance and wasn't surprised to find the Iron Maiden entering the den of debauchery. He noticed with amusement that she didn't let the males around indifferent. Couldn't blame them given Ashlynn's figure. Personality could be a problem, so threading carefully was usually wise, but that, not much people alive could confirm it.

He eyed the apparently shy girl following Ash's steps with curiosity. The smell she gave off was that of a vampire, nothing surprising, but it was clear as day that she had turned recently because he couldn't detect any hint of blood fragrance from her.

 From his seat, he peered as they approached an obvious 'donor'. It was rather strange to see the Iron Maiden give guidance to a fledgling. Perhaps she was an acquaintance? Kyle observed in silence as the girl started to satiate her hunger. He intended to leave things at that when he spotted number douchebag with a mascara, Deacon Frost. The dude had horrible reputation and was feared by lots. Most Vampires adopted a low profile in his presence, for good reasons.

His eyes followed the man actions and when he saw him addressing to Ash, he got up. It was clear that shit was bound to happen sooner or later. The Iron Maiden wasn't known for taking shit from others. Being virtually immortal wouldn't change that fact. Smelling trouble, Kyle stepped forward, his glass in hand, he offered it to Ash, hoping she would play along. Last time, she had threatened to stab him in the nads with a billiard cue, so it did for awkward reunion circumstances but it didn't matter.

"Here's your drink." He faced the vampire leader and acted like a drunkard. "These charming ladies are with me. Fuck off, midget."

He could probably redirect the attention on him and cause a ruckus, allowing the girls to escape. Ash could take care of herself but the new blood would have a hard time. And the whole place would turn to chaos really fast if the other clients decided to join in. Frost and his goons could be kept busy for a while if it was drunkard beating. So, starting a fight would be a viable option as a distraction. As long as these fuckers wouldn't have weapons loaded with silver rounds. Hopefully they didn't.

[Kat]

"You sure about being back there? It's kinda cramped." Law said. Reaching over the stick, he managed to get a hand on the open window of the car, pulling the passenger door shut. "And if you're worried about people looking around, being in the back looks far far stranger than being up front with me."

Smooth.

'Shut up.'

"I'm at least safe here" Mordred snarked at Law. She was pretty insecure for a Servant that could crush whole armies with her sword.

Ash patted Ellen's back and said, "I didn't know either.  Just lick her throat closed and we can find someone . . ."

"I didn't think you'd be back so soon.  Last time you were here, you made it pretty fucking clear you weren't going to be back," a male voice said behind Ash.

"And bloody hell," Ash said with a sigh as she turned around to see Deacon Frost, "Bugger off Frost."

"And here I thought you and your moral fag of a mentor didn't go around turning people.  Why don't you introduce me?" Frost said with a smirk before putting a cigarette in his mouth and lightning it.

Ellen obviously did not recognize this man, though he and Ash seemed to be familiar, in a kind of belligerent manner. She opted to keep her mouth shut for now and observe what will unfold. After licking the wound of the woman, as her sire told her.

[Arch-Magos Winter]

"I'm at least safe here" Mordred snarked at Law. She was pretty insecure for a Servant that could crush whole armies with her sword.

"You'd be safer up front. No seatbelts back there." Law grinned and revved his engine for emphisis. "Just climb up front."