Cross Effects- The RP

[Arch-Magos Winter]

Lycodrake relaxed when he sensed the other humans' fear draining away as they went back to their business. Turning his attention to Tywin, he recognized several of the words the man used, but not "Krokodil". He decided to not worry about it; he'd learn about it soon enough if he followed Tywin. "I have been raised to understand the neccessity of killing to protect innocents, Tywin, though I have not done so very often. I'll do what I can to help in that regard, though..." He couldn't help giving an embarrassed half-smile, "I don't breathe fire like most of my kindred."

"You'll be a fine distraction at the very least. Hard to ignore a dragon, when they don't want to be ignored." Tywin said, stroking his stubble thoughtfully with his prosthetic hand. "Not being able to breath fire though does mean that I'll have to go somewhat oldfashioned on this - no time for anything fancy, like thermite. I could jury rig a flashbang incindeary, but that'd be more likely to blow my good hand off."

He paused a moment before correcting himself - "Both my good hands. My mistake. So Lyco, here's the plan. You trigger a distraction, get anyone armed focused on you, while I chuck a molotov through the windows after killing the automated sprinklers. Simple enough."

[Lycodrake]

"You'll be a fine distraction at the very least. Hard to ignore a dragon, when they don't want to be ignored."

Lycodrake couldn't help but think, 'Truer words have been spoken, but that is definitely up there with them.'

Tywin said, stroking his stubble thoughtfully with his prosthetic hand. "Not being able to breath fire though does mean that I'll have to go somewhat oldfashioned on this - no time for anything fancy, like thermite. I could jury rig a flashbang incindeary, but that'd be more likely to blow my good hand off."

He paused a moment before correcting himself - "Both my good hands. My mistake. So Lyco, here's the plan. You trigger a distraction, get anyone armed focused on you, while I chuck a molotov through the windows after killing the automated sprinklers. Simple enough."

"You want a distraction, hm? Well that I can most certainly do. Most of them won't have time to focus on you while I'm wreaking a bit of havoc," Lycodrake nods. While he normally stuck to his usual size around villages and towns, in a large city like Nexus he could allow himself to reach his full stature. He only hoped there weren't ice mages under the enemy's employ.

[Elf]

Wynn smiled and said, "You are doing just fine.  I am of a certain age that enjoys prattling on from time to time."

She eyed the ghost and the intriguing large man who wasn't human at all.  She said, "It has been sometime since I have entered an establishment such as this on my own."

******

Gabriel smiled at the vampire girl, but his mind was racing.  He looked into the phone, careful not to touch it - sometimes he buggered with technology-, and his expression changed.  His eyes hardened, the smile was gone, but a nonchalant smirk had taken its place. 

The Faerie-incubus hybrid said, "I would implore that you would leave Law Unto Herself alone, but considering your dubious tactics I assure you that she'll be knocking on your door all too soon."  He looked at the obviously brainwashed vampire girl, wondering what in the hell had been done to her to get her to such a state.

"I would suggest running, but it looks like you're not the sort who has enough sense to do so.  However, don't say I didn't warn you."

He looked back to the vampire girl and said, "Would you like to come with me?"  He held out his hand, turning on the Lure even more.  His skin was beginning to glow and his eyes gleamed like amethyst fire.  His Lure was overriding her programing at low doses, perhaps he could aid her even more.

******

Lancer looked over to see the said attractive man speaking to some woman with a few electronic devices on her person.  The absurdly attractive man was glowing, his skin like moonlight almost.  With the pointed ears Lancer knew him to be Fae, and he recognized the man's features.

After all, Forest had several stilled images of him on her vanity.  He remembered asking if the bloke was her lover right after she had taken Lancer in; after all he wanted to know what potential competition to get into her pants.  Then she showed him an odd stilled image in washed sepia tones with a gorgeous Faerie who shared the man's features, Forest herself dressed in clothing in an other era, and a child on her lap.  She then had told him that was the man when he had been a child and he was her godson.  However, the way Forest said "godson" sounded more like "son".

He asked the guy with the sword and asked, "So you're friends with Gabriel?"

"Maybe, I don't know!  We just met.  There was a bad guy and we ended up working together to try to stop him.  I think that giant flash of light was the after effect of what Gabriel did," the guy answered, sounding increasingly agitated, "Then he just grabbed me and drug me here and now I'm fighting rejects from Clash of the Titans."

Millie came flying towards them, and Gabriel's friend stared at her with a look of complete confusion that would have been hilarious at any other time.  Lancer felt the barrier she erected to protect them, but didn't have the heart to tell her it wasn't needed.  Instead, he grinned at her and said, "Good show, lass."

[Milbunk]

Shezar
Rooftops

Shezar would not give up so easily if offense would not work then he would simple switch to defense.

Switching from a mere leap backwards to a full out sprint Shezar lept from building to building he couldn't afford to slow down even or else he'd be caught in the furious storm right on his tail.

"You are nothing but a mindless beast, and I am the Master of Hell!"

'Catch me if you dare you fool.'

[Arch-Magos Winter]

RAUL

The Demon took to the air at that... letting his opponent run would be easy. He'd tire before the demon did.

"RrrrrUUUN alL yOU WiShh. DiE TIreD."

*****

Old Man Henderson swung his Buick into a perfect paralell park just outside the bar. Rupert was getting a little thirsty, and the rave seemed to have ended.

"Thirsty Gnomes love beer. They might be here then Rupert?"

"..."

"That's Leprechauns? Rupert, that doesn't make any sense. Everyone knows Leprechauns don't exist."

With that, Henderson strolled on into the bar.

[Cherry Lover]

Rider sighed as her nail smashed into the last of the bone warriors, destroying it with ease.

That was easy....

Despite the ease of their victory, Rider felt wary. The bone warriors clearly had not been acting of their own accord, someone had sent them. Someone who was clearly a magus of some sort, given their use of familiars, and a relatively powerful one, despite the weakness of their attack.

And, she very much doubted that the target had been mere co-incidence, either.Whoever had done this was obviously targetting Forest, at very least, and she couldn't imagine that they honestly expected a few of these pathetic creations would break into a well-defended fortress like Forest's home. Plus, if they had targetted Forest they must surely have expected a response.

All the information pointed at the enemy holding back. Testing them. She had no real idea who was doing this, or why, but she strongly suspected that there would be worse to come.

Which means Kiyoshi could be in danger....

Suddenly, there was a bright flash of light.

What the hell was that?

After the flash had faded, she noticed an extremely-attractive but rather odd-looking man talking to a female who seemed to be carrying some sort of camera.

Eh, who are they? Did they just arrive?

Before she could say anything, though, Lancer moved towards them and, then, Mille followed, putting up a barrier, presumably for their protection.

Well, they don't look dangerous, but maybe they have more idea of what is going on here....

Rider approached the group. She still felt a bit hollow about Isa's death, but right now her priority was ensuring Kiyoshi wasn't in any further danger.

"Well, those warriors were easy enough, but I somehow doubt that is the last we'll hear of whoever sent them", she said.

"What I don't know, though, is who sent them and why? Is Kiyoshi going to be safe here?"

[Alice]

Mille looked around... and saw that the light had just been that. A light. Her barrier had been needless.

She let it dissipate and landed, her cheeks slightly flushed. The young magus turned to face Lancer, only to see him grinning.

"Good show, lass."

In spite of her overreaction, she still felt a bit of a glow from the compliment, and nodded. She turned to take a look at Lancer's companion. Her flush increased when she caught sight of his expression.

Thankfully, a female voice from behind her served as a distraction.

"Well, those warriors were easy enough, but I somehow doubt that is the last we'll hear of whoever sent them", she said.

"What I don't know, though, is who sent them and why? Is Kiyoshi going to be safe here?"

Mille turned to face the Servant. "I'm not sure who sent them, but..." Her eye caught yet another camera, along with what appeared to be yet another vampire and... a very, very very, very attractive man. With considerable effort, Mille jerked her gaze away from him and gestured in that direction.

"I'd say whoever they are, they definitely have something much larger planned. That camera over there is not the only one. I found another one when I was flying around that I managed to destroy, though it wasn't being manned like that one. And whatever it is they have planned, with the cameras and everything, it has to be something fairly elaborate."

[lantzblades]

Alter twitched as she felt the air tighten, it was an unmistakable even without the stench of blood. Immediately the gold eyed king rose from her chair and produced her armour and drew her blade searching for the intruders.

the search took no more than a second as a tattooed woman burst through the door running from a legion of skeletal warriors. Alter frowned and gripped her blade but froze for a mere moment as the knights rose with her.

'they are not living men or even spirits of such yet, they have been kind to me, welcomed me and even happily honored me as their king. With that in mind, not to mention my vow, can I see them come to harm for my sake?' she thought.

her answer was a single word which destroyed the castle's roof and split the castle itself in two.

with the threat eliminated Alter was at a loss but the knights simply pointed and waved and then took up guard positions around the two women and began escorting them.

[Cherry Lover]

Whilst Kuro could not, of course, understand the meaning of Tsukasa's words, he was able to understand her general intentions and attitude. He could tell that she was happy with him and, due to her nature, she was someone he felt a strong connection to, so he was happy to have impressed her.

As she spoke, he started to dance around on her hands happily. Kiyoshi, meanwhile, was listening to her words with interest.

"Hmm, I don't understand. Isn't your magic basically the same as mummy's? How would that make you a big sister?" he said, still smiling.

"Also, what are 'Guardians'?" he asked, confused.

Then, as Kiyoshi finished talking, Kuro leaned in close to her and placed his hands either side of her face, attempting to imitate how his own master demonstrated happiness towards a person, especially one he'd just met.

"Aww, he's trying to hug you", Kiyoshi said, laughing.

Suddenly, there was a knock on the door. Rin moved towards it and opened it, stepping aside to allow a man dressed in an over-sized robe to enter.

Momentarily, Kiyoshi tensed up, preparing to defend his sister from the strange man if necessary, until the man in question sat down and spoke.

"Took a hit, nothing big though, you hear Tiger? So no worrying, you either Kiyo, I'm the big brother so I worry about you two, got that?"

Whilst Satoshi sounded a little odd, Kiyoshi could still clearly recognise his voice, and relaxed as a consequence.

"Well, I just don't like seeing my family get hurt...", Kiyoshi said. "But, if you say you're OK then I trust you. You're dad's son, after all...."

[Bloble]

"Would you like to come with me?"

His skin was glowing, the girl idly mused as she listened to his melodious words. It reminded her of a book she'd read in her childhood. But she'd hated the idea and called it stupid, yet now, in this very moment, Gabriel pulled it off so perfectly that shouldn't muster a single complaint.

...a childhood? Ah, yes. She'd been someone, once.

It was only when her hand was halfway to the pretty man's that she jerked to a halt, her face locked in a frown as contradictory orders began to assault her mind. He'd asked her to go with him, but a part of her said no to the idea, most vehemently. The voice in the back of her head was growing louder, sneering at her weakness and ordering her to back away immediately.

"I... he wouldn't like that," she said weakly, looking Gabriel in the eyes. "But I think I would."

With that, her brain had enough of the nonsense, and she collapsed, falling limply to the ground like a puppet with its strings cut. However, just before her body shut down completely, her right hand twisted, throwing the phone it held backwards until it came to a stop next to a mass of metallic junk that didn't look like it belonged on a roof.

Wires extended from the pile, stabbing into the battered phone and reeling it into the heart of the ramshackle construction. With the rattle of a blown out speaker, a man's voice emerged from within. "I'll take that message to heart, stranger, and ask you to deliver one in return. Tell the Law Unto Herself that she can expect more of these visits. I doubt these constructs will trouble the inhabitants of this compound greatly, but enough water can wear away even the strongest stone. If she wants them to stop, there's another disposable phone in that undead's pocket. A talk might help, if it's her." A mass of wires twisted together to point a misshapen finger at the prone vampire.

With creaks and groans, the metal unfolded, rising as tall as a man and stopping its growth at a height of seven feet. A pair of cracked sunglasses lay perched on the thing's misshapen head, with a faded yellow traffic cone serving as the star to the tree. The thing had no rhyme or reason to it. It couldn't be called a robot, since many of its components floated inches away from each other with no visible connection, yet it walked and stood and talked, albeit irregularly. It stared down the shining man before it, judging him.

"I already have what I came here for," the speaker crowed triumphantly. "Since I'm feeling merciful, I'll let you keep that broken toy. I have many more. She won't be of any use, though, so I suggest getting rid of her quickly."

With that, the walking scrap heap turned away and, with an awkward punch that nonetheless moved smoother than it had any right to, sent the rooftop door flying down the stairwell. The mass ducked under and placed a hand on the frame, turning its 'head' back to Gabriel at the last second.

"Oh, yes," the speaker added. "Are you going to try and stop me from leaving? I wouldn't suggest it, but if you can, you'd likely stop the attacks completely before they can even begin."

[Alice]

Between his concern for Forest in response to her gasp of pain, the fear that he had potentially been caught on camera, and the murderous rage he felt towards both towards their fae attacker and Satoshi, Tom was rather tense. So when he felt Forest's hand gently stroking his back, at first his body tensed even further, his tall frame frozen.

Thankfully, it didn't take long for him to realize that the sensation wasn't a threat. In fact it was rather.... soothing. He found himself relaxing rather quickly, in spite of everything. His eyes closed, his world now enclosed in a safe blanket of darkness. All tension seemed to float away from his body like dust on the wind...

...Until he found himself being stared at with several pairs of rather wide eyes. Rin had come out from behind her Archer to look. Even the other Archer looked somewhat shocked.

Tom looked at the assembled group in both confusion and wariness. What precisely had he done this time to warrant such attention? He'd merely been standing there.

"Was he.... purring?" It was Rin who said this. Tom turned to her, utterly confused.

I surely did no such thing. I could not have been.

"It certainly sounded like purring to me." This was the less pale of the two Archers. Tom turned to him to see that the look of bemusement from before had been replaced with an amused smirk.

Tom's response was... a touch indignant. You all must have been hearing things. As I said, I am not capable of such a thing.

The last response was from the last person anyone would have expected to speak up. "It was actually pretty cute." The brunette at Archer's side, Hakuno. She seemed to be caught between a small smile and what appeared to be the urge to start giggling.

He whirled on her, causing her to move behind her Archer somewhat. ...but only somewhat.

I am no such thing. I am not cute. I am not adorable. And I certainly was not purring! His words were no longer just a touch indignant, but entirely indignant. His tail twitched back and forth, his arms were folded. And in spite of herself, Hakuno had to fight back the urge to start laughing.

"Awwww, Kitty-kun is so cute when he's in denial." Rin again. That mischievous glint in her eyes, the playful smirk. He had wondered a bit before, but truely, she and the paler Archer behind her were made for each other. The Red Devil indeed.

It would serve you well not to refer to me as such.

"If that's what you want, Mr. Kitty-kun." Hakuno again, oddly enough. She was blushing at her slip up.

 Back in Rin's direction, Tom could hear Rin attempting to stifle some laughter. He gave her a Look.

W-we don't have time for this nonsense. We must address the issue at hand. As it is, the building is at least somewhat damaged, leaving us vulnerable to attack. Most of those protecting the Complex are either already exhausted or nearing exhaustion. I myself am immensely powerful, and can dispatch of most threats that would dare assault this place, but my power is not infinite, nor can I be everywhere at once. We need to form a plan if we are to defend this place from further attack.

Privately, he addressed Forest. I will ensure that they regret attacking us. His brow furrowed. What concerns me more are the cameras. It is perhaps unlikely that they will be able to discern how to subdue me from what footage they have, but... Even the knowledge that they may now know that I exist makes me wary. If they capture me, or even obtain a sufficient sample of me to extract my DNA, it is not just my doom, but the doom of us all. Because even if I refuse to serve them, they could attempt to clone me. And if they succeed... I guarantee you that this city would fall.

[lantzblades]

The knights led the two woman through the streets quickly and stopped pointing out a building some distance away.

"I assume that the castle's master is there?" Alter asked.

The knights nodded and Angra did as well and then she hit on a thought. "Yes, your son with Shirou Emiya, those people have him captive," she lied.

Alter paused seemingly in thought but instead of rushing off she struck Angra across the face. "No son of mine would fall to the dregs in this city, silence from now until I tell you to speak is advised," she said with a frown.

******

Tsukasa chuckled as Kuro tried to hug her.  "The same magic yes, but my body is different. The guardians protect the greater grail."

Satoshi chuckled ,"Kiyo, taking a few scrapes is a part of being a hero, not to mention it's what I'm good at, being a shield is natural to me. Although this city is taxing so I think I'll be keeping away from the fighting for a while."

(Elf edit- scene break and fixed a few grammatical snafus while I was here.)

[Elf]

"I... he wouldn't like that," the female vampire said in a weak, small voice, looking Gabriel in the eyes. "But I think I would."

Gabriel smiled and said as her hand reached for his, "Then come with me.  I have connections . . ."

Before he could finish the vampire girl's jerked, like a marionette being pulled upon its strings.  Then she slumped forward, as if those strings had been suddenly cut.  Cursing, Gabriel moved forward to catch her so she didn't completely fall to the ground.   However he did see her right hand twist and the phone he'd just spoken to go flying.  He caught the girl, supporting her as he watched the phone shift and move until it joined with a pile of junk upon one of the neighboring rooftops. 

The pile of rubbish twisted and formed itself, taking shape in a vaguely humanoid form.

"I'll take that message to heart, stranger, and ask you to deliver one in return. Tell the Law Unto Herself that she can expect more of these visits. I doubt these constructs will trouble the inhabitants of this compound greatly, but enough water can wear away even the strongest stone. If she wants them to stop, there's another disposable phone in that undead's pocket. A talk might help, if it's her."   Its voice was odd, full of white noise and static, like he was listening to bad radio reception.  However, he was use to that in World War II, so he could understand the being's words. 

Then the thing pointed to the vampire girl in Gabriel's arms.  Gabriel's eyes narrowed.  This wanker wants to attack my godmother.  "Wear her down."  He really hasn't done his research that well on her, has he?

"I already have what I came here for," the speaker crowed triumphantly. "Since I'm feeling merciful, I'll let you keep that broken toy. I have many more. She won't be of any use, though, so I suggest getting rid of her quickly."

With that, the walking scrap heap turned away and, with an awkward punch that nonetheless moved smoother than it had any right to, sent the rooftop door flying down the stairwell. The mass ducked under and placed a hand on the frame, turning its 'head' back to Gabriel at the last second.

"Oh, yes," the speaker added. "Are you going to try and stop me from leaving? I wouldn't suggest it, but if you can, you'd likely stop the attacks completely before they can even begin."

Gabriel laughed out loud and replied, "A challenge then?  Do you think I'm foolish enough to walk into your trap?" 

However he looked over to where Angel was standing, seeing an unfamiliar man with blue hair who's aura screamed "fighter", a sinfully lovely woman with curves to die for and the most glorious head of hair Gabriel had ever seen, and an oddly dressed yet becoming redheaded teenage girl.  He lifted his prone vampire into his arms, hoping that there was something someone could do for her, and rushed over to the group.

******

Angel frowned as the redheaded teenage girl landed beside them, blushing furiously at the blue haired spearman's comment.  Before he could ask what was going on, a woman who's every aura screamed "sex" approached.  Her eyes were covered in a heavy blindfold, but her leather garb didn't hide much to the imagination, and her long, lavender hair spilled about her like sensual silk.  Okay, what's with all the incredibly gorgeous people around here.  I mean, I lived in L.A., but this is insane.

"Well, those warriors were easy enough, but I somehow doubt that is the last we'll hear of whoever sent them", The lavender haired dominatrix said. "What I don't know, though, is who sent them and why? Is Kiyoshi going to be safe here?"

The blue haired spearman ran a hand through his spiky bangs and replied, "Rider, this is fucking Nexus City.  Sanctuary is far and little in between.  If you don't think the boy's going to be safe then go ahead and fucking leave."

Then the redhead spoke up.  "I'm not sure who sent them, but..." She looked over to where Gabriel was standing, talking to a girl with no heartbeat.  So maybe one of the vampires from the other dimensions Angel had heard about since arriving.  He did note it took her some willpower to look away from his new friend.

"I'd say whoever they are, they definitely have something much larger planned. That camera over there is not the only one. I found another one when I was flying around that I managed to destroy, though it wasn't being manned like that one. And whatever it is they have planned, with the cameras and everything, it has to be something fairly elaborate."

Angel watched as Gabriel started to glow - what the hell was that about- and reach out his hand towards the undead girl.   She wavered, but she reached for it right before she slumped like someone had cut her strings.  He watched as Gabriel caught her after she had thrown her cell phone.

Then after that, things got crazy.  With his sensitive hearing, he could hear the whole conversation between Gabriel and the metal golum guy.  "Damn it," the vampire with a soul said before looking at the three people around him.  "Okay, I've gotta go help him because he's stupid but really good at manipulating things.  I just don't know if he can pummel the forces of evil very well."

"I'll come with you," the blue-haired spearman said with a smirk, his crimson eyes glowing as he bared his canines, "He's my Landlady's godson, and she'd be all sorts of pissed if I let him wander off into trouble alone.  Besides, that bloke looks like he'd be a good fight."

He then looked at the girl and said, "Come on, we may need your help with Gabriel's new lass."  Then, without another word he was running towards Gabriel, with Angel cursing as he tried to keep up, wondering who the hell these people where and how the hell did he get mixed up in this.

******

Forest felt Tom tense under her hand as she petted him at first, but soon he was relaxing into her palm and she smiled.  And then the low rumbling started, like a small motor in Tom's throat.  She almost chuckled, but then realized cats purred when they were pleased and smiled even more.

She did notice that Dark Archer was watching with a very amused smirk while everyone else was looking with wide eyes.   Rin had emerged from her spot behind her Archer and was staring with aquamarine eyes. Dark Archer was still smirking as Rin approached, and Tom looked at the assembled people warily.

Then the vampire found herself chuckling at the exchange before sending to her lover, You were purring.  It was rather adorable.  Kitten.

W-we don't have time for this nonsense. We must address the issue at hand. As it is, the building is at least somewhat damaged, leaving us vulnerable to attack. Most of those protecting the Complex are either already exhausted or nearing exhaustion. I myself am immensely powerful, and can dispatch of most threats that would dare assault this place, but my power is not infinite, nor can I be everywhere at once. We need to form a plan if we are to defend this place from further attack.

Then Tom turned to her, those violet eyes fathomless with a myriad of emotions. 

I will ensure that they regret attacking us. His brow furrowed. What concerns me more are the cameras. It is perhaps unlikely that they will be able to discern how to subdue me from what footage they have, but... Even the knowledge that they may now know that I exist makes me wary. If they capture me, or even obtain a sufficient sample of me to extract my DNA, it is not just my doom, but the doom of us all. Because even if I refuse to serve them, they could attempt to clone me. And if they succeed... I guarantee you that this city would fall.

Forest took his hand and replied, They won't get a chance to catch you or extract your DNA, I promise.

Aloud she said, "Archer?  The tan one, not the one corrupted by Angry Manjew.  Anyway, can you start working on getting things repaired?  Haknuo, you're about to fall asleep on your feet.  It'll be best if you go to bed.  I'll make sure you're safe."

Then she looked at Rin and said, "The wards on this house are pretty solid, but I don't think it would hurt if we had some more set up, do you?  Think you could handle that?  I have some casting supplies if you need them: gemstones, herbs, so on and so forth."

Finally she looked at the smirking Dark Archer and sighed.  She rubbed her forehead and said, "I trust you as far as I can throw you."

"I'm sure you could throw me pretty far," he said with a smirk that she found herself curving her hand into a fist for, "But I can go outside, make sure there aren't any more cameras and take care of any other spies here.  I can also do a security sweep and take first watch."

She blinked and said, "You know, that's actually . . . yeah, go do that."

Then she patted Tom's hand again and said, "Tom, you're with me."  You might want to revert back to your human form, in case we're still being recorded.

[Daiki]

Nessa gave a quick nod to the Kindred and continued onwards with a quick pace. Her run was short lived though. 

What the hell??

Her eyes stopped on the hilts of the swords, to their blades stuck in the poor guy pinned to the wall. A group was present, discussing. Nobody seemed concerned about the dead, as much as she could tell from where she stood, dude. She quickly spotted familiar faces like the Archers, Shirou, the heir of the Tohsaka family, Hakuno and Forest. In spite of the Jesus remake display, which was clearly bad taste, there was a detail which drew Nessa's attention even more. The Revenant looked at the impressive figure in awe. For an instant, she even forgot why she had came for. They looked alien to her, like nothing she ever saw. Reminiscent of a cat or a  kangaroo, but taller and with a strange color. She knew the Nexus was full of anomalies and monsters but, this one was... well, different.

The smell is strange too, but at least, they don't seem hostile.

Given how the Landlady and the others interacted with them, there was probably no reason to consider them a threat. For now. Still, her natural curiosity pushed her to step forward. The metallic tang which tickled her nose brought her back to a more pressing matter and she came to an halt.

That's right, blood!

She would question to whom the scent coming from upstairs belonged but, she would only waste time. Still, what she was about to declare could made her look like some

She scratched her head, pondering over how to formulate her request without looking like a damn weirdo.

Well, they're discussing with a particular life form to begin with, so, it might not look so odd anyway, right? Yeah, damn right, Nessa... It's nothing more than a half dead magus wanting to help feed a Dead Apostle who she doesn't even know to begin with, after all, she thought with irony.

Giving up any idea of lying or making it sound better than it was, she simply spoke. While still sounding hoarse.

"Sorry to ask that out of the blue. And it may sound a bit strange but, I need some blood. In quantity."

She didn't get too close to them, not daring to approach living beings until her own hunger would be sated. And only after she made sure the vampire would have explained in details what he had done to her.

[YOLF]

Max

The Nosferatu had been cooperative enough to follow him without much of a fuss over who he was or any of the things around them. For that, Max was grateful. He was less happy about how the roman Elder had started to be difficult only once they were already inside the clothes store.

As soon as Marius (what Max had learned his name seemed to be, after some prodding and awkward pointing that had him worried the entire time he was going to accidentally trigger an anger frenzy from rudeness) had walked in behind him, his calm, somewhat humored look had shifted into a sneer of suspicion at almost everything. Max wasn't sure where Marius was expecting him to the bring them, but after taking one look at his face (which admittedly looked terrifying with a sneer), he had a pretty good idea this wasn't in the other man's expectations.

The Mekhet had to admit the place was a little... gaudy as far as these typical men-oriented stores went. Maybe because especial attention was being called to all the promotional sales.

That alone would've been okay to deal with, but Marius did not seem satisfied to even hang around, had already stared down a shop employee until the poor fellow almost literally crawled away, and appeared to regard most of the articles around with what Max guessed was some degree of disgust. He also didn't seem to appreciate the idea of the dressing rooms.

Max sighed as he heard another rip. This was the third shirt Marius damaged while testing their adequacy. Hopefully he wasn't going to find too much of an issue with the discreet, thick jacket he had just handed him. He'd scoffed at the previous one with a bit of a displeased arching of the eyebrows.

In hindsight, Max really thought he should consider himself glad he just hadn't commited any accidental slight upon Marius. Things would be much easier if they could just communicate, however...

Taking an absent minded look around him, he stopped and blinked when he saw a board hanging from a wall with the information that the shopping area had free wi-fi.

... Convenient. Now he hoped Google Translate wouldn't fail him at grammar and that his pronounciation managed to not be on the level of language-butchering.

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Bonesington

Sharp claws and fangs leapt from the shadows at Sir Bonesington before he could do or think anything else. With a growl, the dark shape stuck to the lich's shoulders and attemped to pierce them with its natural weapons.

To this, Sir Bonesington expressed some surprise.

"Oh dear!"

The sudden weight on his back made him float unbalanced down the steps, twirling around as the attacker continued to gnaw on the armored pieces across his shoulders and upper back. Which wasn't really hurting him, but it was both itchy and a bother. Bonesington gathered magic. No more of that.

Ice bloomed over him with a burst of frost that threw the offender off with a yelp of pain. The cold flowed around Bonesington and spread as he turned to his opponent, forming an icy protection.

Now crouched on the ground on all fours, grey fur-covered limbs tensed and ready to move, feral yellow eyes and a clenched maw of sneering teeth stared back at him. Like a beast, but built as a man, with the expression and characteristics of a wolf. A worgen.

"I never thought I'd find one of you around here. What a rude greeting, sir."

In response, it growled deepy from within its throat at him.

A feral worgen then. Well, then there was no point in conversation, he supposed. He treasured his bones too much to give them to a nutty worgen to chew on. Shining frost gathered in his hands.

"Frostbolt!"

A projectile of concentrated ice and cold was thrown from one of Bone's open claws, and then from the other, as he shot forward with each arm to produce the bolts of magic.

The worgen's response was immediate: he dashed to the side in an animalistic step, letting the first bolt blast against where he used to be, and jumped backwards to avoid the second one. Touching down on the ground, the worgen lowered itself and held himself like a drawn bowstring, eyes gleaming at Bones. And then it released itself like an arrow with a defying bark, claws and fangs outstretched towards Bones.

"Oh my." the lich said, and facing the flight of the wolf-man at him, responded by raising an open palm in its direction.

A sudden cone of cold hit the worgen right in the chest with force like a miniature blizzard and pushed it back. The worgen's frostbitten shape was jerked away through the air and fell upon an overturned pew. Accompanied by a muffled howl of pain, the rotten wood broke on impact and sent several shattered pieces flying, along a small cloud of dust.

Bonesington regarded the overturned dust cooly for a few seconds before he saw the worgen rise from it, somewhat beaten looking and with frost over its fur, but looking even more ferocious. It stood upright, glared at him, and howled in rage, a harsh sound that echoed inside the building.

Bonesington chuckled.

"So you want to play, Fido? Fine."

Magic started to flow strongly through him, with more frost and ice gathering in his hands as cold started to spread around him, and the light in the lich's eyes dropped several degrees in temperature.


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Tân Gwyllt

In the skies of Nexus City, a ghostly figured soared across the night. A black knight and his black steed, both animated by fel fire, were flying and leaving a trail of green flames behind.

Tân Gwyllt, the rider, still did not know where exactly this city was, but the boundary between the physical and the spiritual world was thin and undefined here. Since he had arrived, days before, that he had been floating from one place to other to address the places where it was weaker and chase down mischevious little ghosts he had already seen flee into town. These were among the obligations of his self-decided duty. so there were no complains.

In many ways, it was also something that brought him satisfaction.

And now, at this time, he rode in the air on the trail of wickedness. Wickedness, that was something that he disliked. But eliminating it and burning it away too, were other things that brought him satisfaction.

He pulled the reins of his mount and stopped. Under him was a grey, non-descript and harmless looking factory. But what he could sense inside was unmistakable.

He chuckled through the grinning demonic face of his helmet, and descended.