"We are not just gluttonous animals, waiting to feast on blood, flesh, soul, or what have you. We aspire to much greater things than that. The world will move the way we steer it. Nations will rise because we allow it, and fall because we demand it. We can create a world in our desired image, though we may maintain secrecy. We are Nobility!" Mikkish called to the beings, causing an eruption of cheering from The Nobility.
Jim Aleistar, however, was not there to witness this speech. In fact there were a number of humans Mikkish had been scoping out, who were fit for combat and glowed with potential, but all seemed dead, which was most inconvenient for Jim, who was tasked with recruiting these potential Nobles. Lifting his list, he found he was yet to cross out one more name: Amelia Lewella Gardner.
This was a dangerous neighborhood, fuck the whole city was dangerous with gang violence going on everyday, and not just drive by's. Dead werewolves found full of silver bullets, decapitated Demon heads that continued laughing, and things of that sort were becoming the norm around Moonlight Falls, the highlight of the week being sightings of mercenaries in full power armor, riding the backs of werewolves as they charged into a fight. No, no place was entirely safe, but where Jim was now, looking for a potential Noble, while it was obvious The Banshees were killing the people on that list in order to cut of Nobility recruitment, and what would happen if The Banshees showed up the same time Jim did? He was sent on this mission alone, as not to draw attention, but clearly that idea failed. Even where he stood, the red blood of both innocents and gang members stained the white snow.
__________________________________________________ __________________________________________________ _______________________-
Jagernaught, meanwhile, was not affected at all by the freezing cold, despite that he had left without a jacket that morning. The only temperature that affected him was heat, and he didnt need to worry about that at all. Jagernaut thought it might be a better idea to recruit the list of people he was given, but his orders were strictly to kill them if they resisted, as all of them had. Already, Jagernaught was bleeding from a gunshot wound he had received earlier that day. He had not only ignored the pain, however, but in fact forgot he was in any pain to start with as he happily drank from his bottle of Jager.