Ash shook blood off of her and her jacket. It was even thick in her hair. Frost was licking it off of his lips and she noticed that his eyes had taken that strange, blood filled look again.
Frost called out, "Well, if you're wanting to make a forest out of dead people, I suggest heading to fucking Golden Rule. The son of a bitch who runs it is apparently the major fucking player here in Nexus City. You want to make a mark, deal with him. Can't miss it. Big golden tower because apparently the guy has a tiny dick."
Kyle approached with Ellen in tow, the dark-skinned werewolf's eyes wide with disbelief. She squeezed blood out of her hair as she looked at the retreating Vlads. Or rather Vlad, Dracula, and Alucard, who apparently liked her.
"Ash, you okay?"
Ash shook blood off her hands with a sigh and answered, "Bloody ducky, love. We have a bit of a problem here."
"No, we have a fucking revolution right there," Frost said, gesturing at the three of them with a wide, fanged grin.
Ash glared at him and then looked at Kyle. "Take her to Forest, get her safe. I'll follow those three. The fellow in red likes me you know." Then she looked at Ellen and said, "I promise things normally aren't this bedlam."
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Forest glared at Karna and said, "Because she can go back and forth between them, it means that there is something that can be salvaged, you giant wanker. If not, what do you suggest I do? Take her down stairs and put a bullet through her head? If so, you can go sod yourself right here and now, I don't give a goddamn how bloody powerful you are."
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Wynn nodded, idly brushing off her suit. She said, "Yes. It is one of her downfalls that she has this annoying need to help the less fortunate. Its quite vexing really. There are better ways to spend her time."
Then she turned to the young girl and said, "Little Mouse, you have been very fortunate tonight. Either one of us could have ended your measly existence with a flick of our fingers, but we have decided to be generous and, in my case, severely inconvenience someone quite dear to me. You owe your bit of gratitude to Lady Umbra."
Even though she could have easily Shadowed the three of them to Forest, she was curious to see what this white cat could do. She gestured with a smile, "After you, Mister Hale."
She gave the Little Mouse one last look and said, "Do try to keep up."
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The former Servant Lancer was currently getting ready to tuck into his sleeping back for a long night's sleep. It was a fairly nice night in Shawnee Park and he was tempted to bring his sleeping bag out of his tent and enjoy the stars. After all, he was working a double at Wal-Mart tomorrow for some extra coin and, even though the work wasn't overly taxing, it was tedious, so he wanted to be well rested.
The Celtic demi-god looked up at the stars, not realizing the irony that Ireland's Son of Light worked at a Wal-Mart, but instead wished for someone to fight. Last night he had gone into No Man's Land and picked a fight with a pack of werewolves. That had been mildly fun, but he needed something more.
He had half a mind to go find either the Iron Maiden and Law Unto Herself and pick a fight with one of them (or both). Part of the rumors he heard was that the women were as beautiful as they were deadly. So I'd might get a good fight and a good fuck out of it. Just that they were vampires, which meant they were like some sort of Fae that drank blood or some sort. He ran into a couple of them in No Man's Land too. They were kind of idiots, but the timid voices liked to talk about things that scared them. Which the two vampire women came up a lot.
His keen ears heard a young man's voice harassing someone, a "gimp" whoever that was, and heard the sweet voice of a young girl reply. He listened to the conversation and frowned. The girl wasn't interested and the guy was being a dick.
Then another girl came to the sweet one's defense.
Still, he got out of his sleeping bag to go see what the hell was going on and to teach this dick how to properly treat a young lass.
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Gabriel sensed that his Folly was close, but not quite there. He stopped his thrust before lifting La Folia off of him and turning her around. He didn't bend her over the tub, as nice as that would have been, but he did lower her back down on him, her back against his chest.
Which gave his hands full access to play with her while he thrust from behind.