Ford

Ford was still trying to get his radio to work, the thing was definitely busted. he started working his way to the stadium, it was far on foot but he could make it. Though what concerned him were the gun shots still going off. "What the hell is happening now?" He had the compact shotgun in his hands, his side arm, and his blades. Personally he would prefer a rifle if forced into combat, but he was smart, making due was his job.

As he was running a door flew open sending a person into him. Ford stood up to try to help the person, though they were already dead. Out of the door came... Some kind of creature. "Fucktard..." Ford leveled the shotgun and unloaded the dragons breath shells into the beast. It dropped dead though it's partner jumped out the door right after it. Ford fired but the one Dragons breath wasn't enough to kill it. It was easily bigger then Ford, fast as well.

Ford threw aside his shotgun and drew his blades. "Come on! Lets do this!" Truth be told he was tired of getting hit by things, a truck, a paladin, and as the two came at each other now a Mutant dead thing. He could tell it was definitely dead. Was this related to the living dead out break from before? It didn't matter, all that mattered was Ford was sent flying into a wrecked car. Ford got off the car, his armor took most the hits but no way it was taking anymore hits the way he was going.

The creature charged him, Ford put his Machete in one hand and his sidearm in the other. He started firing the M1911 at the mutant as it charged him, the shots injured it but it was still coming. As it got close Ford jumped up onto it. The creature fought to get Ford off, as it should have. Though it was not fast enough, Ford was able to stab his blade clean into the things Neck killing it instantly.

Ford took a deep breath, he was beaten up, he was tired, and he was out of about everything. Ford did a quick inventory of what he had left, it wasn't a lot at all though. "Four grenades, My machete, Six fully loaded M4 Magazines, but no rifle, and..." He looked at his side arm. "One .45 bullet. Awesome." He grabbed his remaining gear and started walking, more of limping. Then he fell into the ground, all he could tell before he passed out was he was underground.

Theta

Theta heard North say John was on his way, though every time that was said John was normally getting himself into trouble. Theta did a scan on the Epsilon AI. "Readings are still on Epsilon but I am not receiving any, he's unresponsive to my scans." He looked at North. "Could be a lock out? Or it could be system damage."

North

"Shit. try to figure out which it is if its lock out fix it if its armour damage try to make back up of him" North said. Florida and North still hadnt got to the stadium yet and north began to worry. he walked inside the pelican "South can i have a word a minute"

York

York made his way through the sewers, when he got close to the stadium he came across the body of Florida. York knelt down to the body "Delta, Check for Vitals on him." *Yes Agent York, Agent Florida's Vitals seem to be fine but he appears to be unconcious. i suggest immediate Medical Attention* "Ok. well better get him to the stadium" York grabbed Florida by the arm and put him over his shoulder. York pulled out his sidearm so he could react quickly to any possible threats along the way

Fallen onto his back, an umbrella-stake to his heart, Mithias gave pause. He had been so angry. He looked toward the red eyes that were strangely framed by white eyebrows above him, and his fury drained away. The holy symbol singed his chest with even light pressure against it, a far cry from the chastisement he deserved. His anger had been a cover, a mask hiding a confession of need and vulnerability which now surfaced. He scoffed mockingly at himself as he accepted his defeat and admitted the truth. "I've missed you, brother."

Explanation would come eventually. Mithias could at least demonstrate some kind of patience. He got up, subdued. He remained quiet for the moment, indulging in the presence of his long lost friend. Adam had just done something very weird, Hank was... hanging out, and Mithias had yet to see Victor. He put away his one weapon and went to recover his over. The sitting area was fucked up to be fair, but the monitor screen was still on, and it actually got Mithias' attention.

"The Hell?" Mithias just realized what he was seeing and what his father was doing. It seemed like odd behavior for such a determined recluse as Gabriel to invite the rest of vampirehood to his home. Maybe the old man had changed? Maybe what Mithias had said so long ago had had an affect on him, or maybe... Gabriel was afraid.

"Bedivere?" Mithias began. Everything was beginning to make sense now why so many vampires were already in Hawaii. "I am sorry. I did not know of my father's plan. I did not realize you would be seeking refuge from whoever has been slaying all the oldbloods across the world. You, and Adam O'Neal, and others are here." He looked around. "Is that why you have come?"

Just then the tv cut to a scene of gore and destruction annotated by a screaming reporter. "Breaking news... The latest vampire invasion... Stay in your homes!"

Mithias couldn't believe it. "What is happening to this world?!"

The Director

Church wheeled into the room of the hotel where a few vampires were sat conversing around a televison. He heard the man he had seen before ask what was happening to the world. "Perhaps I could be of assistance." he wheeled over to the group to introduce himself "Doctor Leonard Church, and what you are seeing on the TV is an attempt to frame Vampires while making the Purge look stronger and better by comparison." Church took his Laser pointer out of the inside pocket of his suit jacket. he pointed it at the Ghouls on the Television "These here are Ghouls. They are a Mutated Form of a lesser Vampire, however they are also Hostile towards other Vampires meaning it could not have been a vampire who has created these monstrosities. They are however easily stopped but it is their breeding patterns that make them more of a threat." the news switched from the acts of violence to show still pictures of the ghouls. "i gathered from some media outlets that the outbreak of these things started from Hospitalised Victims of an Earlier Outbreak in New Jersey, i understand one of us here witnessed that out break first hand " he said Looking towards Mithias "It appears that these Victims who i will refer to as Patients Zero were contaminated by a Virus as such which had caused these mutations in a matter of time, however it appears as though the Virus is transferred to a new host upon being bitten, Think Walking Dead or other Zombie related medias."

Seattle Seahawks stadium...easy enough. It also looked like the twin towers decided square peg doesn't fit in tiny round hole. Good. Should be easy enough to get there. He quickly manuevered through the sewers, stopping for nothing. He damn near skidded to a halt, unfortunately he didn't do so soon enough. He ran directly into York and Flordia, the three hit the ground and nearly the sewer water itself.

York clambered for the pistol and aimed it defensively at Erick. "I don't have time for this. Pick yourself up and get to the stadium..." Erick told him sharply, he began to step around him but a shot was fired hitting the wall directly beside him. "If I wanted you dead I wouldn't have helped you earlier and I would easily kill you now. Stop your bullshit and come on." Erick said, sighing. It was going to continue to be one of those days.
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"Slowing down isn't a thing I do buddy!" He shouted at the crow-man-vampire-thing that'd helped him. After finding several cities being attacked by ghouls, Blood had stuck to the back roads. Ironically enough, it was proving faster. He gauged he didn't have long to get to base, a few hours at most. The one thing that concerned him was where Silver had gotten off to, and if Yamada had caught her again, or even worse Purge. He sighed. He'd have to look for her after his armor was repaired and everything wasn't going to shit, which would be...almost never. Eh. He'd make time.

York

"For Gods sakes man. look where your going next time." he picked up Florida again and began to walk "Who the Hell are you anyways, and whats at the stadium thats so important to you"

@Kurai Assassin Erick glared at him from behind his visor, "Name's Erick, and the same thing that awaits you awaits me, Evac. I have information on Purge that can change everything. Believe me or not, I don't care. By the way, one of your agents said to maintain comm silence. I'd advise doing that." Erick replied, extending a hand offering to help York up.

Darkness swarmed around a blackened figure in the distance, screams forcing the figure into submission. The air thickened as the figure curled up, crying silently to themselves.

Chantelle opened her eyes, escaping the horrific daydream she was unwillingly sucked into. Somehow she was walked along the Hawiian street, the daydream must of distracted her. Peering around, she hissed to herself in disgrace and shook her head before regaining her usual self.

Realising she had left Gabes, her eyes darted around and she realised she was quite hungry. What to do... A few humans wondered around, looking fearful. They smelt good. As her eyes turned crimson, her fangs retracted and she disappeared into an ally way, holding her head. hearing the screams from the nightmare. Curling up, she creamed and grabbed a nearby human, draining their blood with no care in the world.

A few moments passed and she dropped the limp body, feeling satisfied yet bewildered. What just happened?

(post for lucas later)

@Kurai Assassin

Mithias beheld the crippled vampire with confusion. "Doctor Leonard Church?" He had no idea who that was, why he was a 'doctor,' or better yet, why a vampire was in a wheelchair pointing at things with a laserpen. "So you believe this outbreak is a terrorist act by some other human organization?" He shook his head and muttered mostly to himself. "I will never understand humans, but hell I will never understand vampires either. It seems like only werewolves ever made any sense. Regardless, Dr. Church. I do not believe we have ever met. I am Mithias Varomere and these are my associates. If you have more information on these outbreaks, then I would like to hear it.

You needn't continue your ruse of being a crippled mortal here. We can all recognize each other."

Church

"It is not a ruse at all Mithias Varomere, you see when i was turned i believe i gained a rather bad genetic strand that has caused me to lose control of my legs and to answer your prior question, We have indeed met before, Do you not remember. Just before your boy tried to Nuke my Facility. However your boy is not what has brought me here today, i seek the one who turned me and i was hoping you few might help me." the Doctor wheeled himself over to sit with the rest of the Group. "You see i know he is here on this island however i do not know of his appearence after all these years."

@Shikaru Kane sent another mental image to Blood.

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Victor was enjoying these events more and more. The vampire studied this "Doctor" carefully. Well that's another to the slaughter house. If Sam manages to survive this, he's going to have a field day..... In fact, Victor was debating even sending his new "friend" into this mess at all. Sam provided plenty of amusement, with the chaos he created. The blood... Oh, the blood! Losing him would certainly be a shame. But seeing him die would also be quite interesting....

@Kurai Assassin@BurningCold@Wraithblade6@The Grey Dust

Adam, had to hide is joy from this so called 'doctor's' conclusion at the matter. If he could fool his own kind then his victory was assured. While there may have been a few in this room know the truth to the source and cause of the outbreak, he was pretty certain that at least the Old Blood would not outcast one of their true kind to this... stranger.

Adam also showed a bit of confusion. One was the fact that all these people were in HIS hotel and has done so for the last seventy-two years and second that this stranger would suddenly burst in knowing that they were all here. It was time for answers.

Adam stepped forward, keeping one lustful eye on the shadows and with his hands behind his back.
"Doctor is it? Well if it's an infection that is most likely passed from the first attack it is more than likely that the infection has a few days incubating process before finally taking hold of these... poor victims. So your conclusion of these victims coming from hospitalised zones is really irrelevant seeing as all those these beasts attacked were now doubt hospitalised anyway. You should focus more on the original source rather than some phantom theory." Adam paused for a moment. "But I do hope you enjoy your stay at the Crimson Drop Hotel. If there is anything that could make you more at home, please don't hesitate to ask a member of staff." Adam announced behind a fake smile as he slowly began to cut his palm with his thumb, keeping it hidden from this so called doctor. If he were a vampire then he would show the obvious signs, if not, then maybe he could at least tempt out his stalker so he could get a good look of him.

@Legion-114 Victor stared at Adam's working thumb, very aware the this vampire knew exactly where he was. It had been a while since Victor had last fed, and he was growing restless. Staying here was quite entertaining, and it seems he has stumbled upon something fascinating for once. But staying here also brought with it the ever increasing risk that he would be caught. Victor doubted he would receive a very warm welcome from anyone in this crowd, especially if they know who he is.

@Kurai Assassin

Mithias put it together. "I see. So you're the Director of freelancer, and you're a vampire. Now I understand why they have been driven against the Purge so vehemently. As for your sire, if he managed to survive the mysterious slaying of the oldbloods, then he might have made it to this island. I hope that you do find him, but I am growing very concerned about so many vampires in one small location. I believe Gabriel does have the capacity to protect this place from the rest of the world, but.. I have no idea how he is going to keep that promise, even with his gifts."

"Who is your sire, and how can he help?"

"Well Mithias, you have just said my sires name. I have not seen him in many years so I have no knowing of his appearance. As for why I must speak with him, I belive my agents could help keep more than just the US out of Purge Hands." The director turned to Adam after he finished his speech about the ghouls and calling his information a phantom theory. "Ah, you must be Adam O'Neal CEO of the Yamada Corporation. I have a lot of information about you and I hope at a later date I could pick your mind on how to improve the technology om my agents. However I have proof that it is indeed some sort of biological warfare. I doubt that most have not heard of an Organisation known as HIVE. But theye planted a bomb I Seattle which soon after going off spawned these ghouls"

@BurningCold Blood laughed loudly, "I don't swing that way buddy sorry!" He shouted, laughing more. This shitty motorcycle was bound to run out of gas eventually, Blood looked at the gauge. 2 ticks from empty and still several hundred miles to go. Shit. He'd need a new vehicle soon, his armor was to mangled to go out on foot. He wouldn't really give two shits about the armor if it wasn't for Scarlet, and Carolina kicking his ass.

Walking back onto the street and licking her lips, a dark grin grew on her blood covered lips and several people screamed. Obviously finding the body that was dumped in the alley. Strolling across the Hawiian street, her eyes peered around, trying to locate one of the vampires she was with earlier.
I wonder where that mithias is? I need a familiar face to... soothe this creeping madness. Being around other elders always makes me slightly insane. But I don't quite know why.

Lucas looked on his phone, noticing a text from Chantelle from a while back.
Anyone... we need to fight... who is even alive.
Placing his head in his hands, he lay in the shadows, hiding from several purge soliders. She still thought he was dead, he knew she did. He could be the only one of her children still alive, and he was abandoning her still to this day. A bang came from around the corner and he tried to shapeshift, only managing it on his 10th attempt.

"Oh, what a mighty hassle."

The very air seemed to shift texture, as the smell of blood filled the noses of those present. The shadows grew longer, as the lights in the room flickered on and off. A sudden silence fell, as an immense sense of anticipation washed over those present. Red light seemed to wash in from the cracks, washing the world a bright crimson. These were the signs that preceded his footsteps, as slowly the God of Vampires made his way into the Crimson Drop Hotel.

The pale figure of Gabriel was always clothed in elegant, if archaic, style. Now, however, his attire seemed to have been upped a notch. He wore a long coat with a golden trim, it's edges flowing into the shadows of the room, merging with the darkness. His top hat had similarly been trimmed with gold. His lapel opened to reveal a bright red shirt beneath. His black and red outfit was starkly contrasted by his bright white gloves, which almost seemed to glow in the crimson twilight the room had been cast into. In his left hand he held a long black cane, topped with a silver replica of the human head. The face seemed to move, speaking without words. Any who paid attention would realize it was mouthing the words 'kill me' over and over.

The staff present dropped to their knees, nearly slamming their faces to the ground in new-found reverence. Even the Oldbloods in the room could feel the urge to drop down on their knees, although they resisted doing so with relative ease. And yet each could feel their thoughts being probed, as Gabriel reached out to their minds. Their secrets were as apparent to him as the words in a book, their plans laid bare before his gaze. To Gabriel, there was no such thing as secrecy.

"So many have come to my island, making such an enormous fuss. And yet, nobody thought to invite me to this little part?" Gabriel smiled brightly, his eyes filled with malevolent joy. It had been so long since this many pieces had been in his hands. All the gears were turning, all the puzzle pieces were connecting. He would make his great return, and become the Dark Lord of the planet. Soon, his plans would be complete. "Bedhivere, Adam, and even mister Church. Certainly this is a gathering of rogues."

Bedhivere glances over at Adam, and Adam is filled with a sudden sense of fear. His mental defences lay shattered, a wall of tissues against a hurricane. He knew Gabriel had read his mind. Gabriel was very much aware of the Yamada corporation's involvement with the recent apocalypse, and of Adam's attempts at releasing Alucard. When Gabriel spoke, there was dark humour in his voice. "Adam, won't you be a dear and leave your notes on my desk? I think we might have some wonderful talks about the future of your corporation. I really think we can build a new world here, and you're an important part..."

He then turns to Bedhivere. As Bewdhivere instinctively tightens his grip around his sword, something odd happens. For just a moment, the room seems to flicker to him. For just an instant, he could see through the illusions created by Gabriel. For just that one tiny little moment, he could feel Gabriel's fingers pushed back from his mind. But then it passed, and once more Gabriel was attired in his dark, self-made splendour. "Bedhi, don't you think it's time we wake up old Alucard? After all, the old boy deserves to see a real vampire in action. He would never rule it, but at the very least he can watch it burn."

Lastly, he turns to the Director. "Ah, my boy! I'm so glad you've arrived. Meet your little brother, Mithias." Gabriel glances over at Mithias, and takes a moment to memorize the expression of shock on his face. Gabe could have told him about Church at any point in time, but he didn't because.... well, mainly because he was a dick. He then turned back to Church. "Now, you must be here because you want to join me. Ah ah ah! Quiet." He smiles, as he holds out his hand, pressing a single extended fingernail to Church's face. For a moment those present might wonder where his glove had gone, but the confusion was only temporary. For at the moment, Gabriel's appearance was nothing more than a manifestation of his desire. "Boy, you have much to learn about this world. And perhaps you have even more to learn about yourself, no? So sit down, and make the calls you need. And you can help me take care of those nasty Purge."

Gabriel looked around the world, content he had made the necessary statements. He would organize the vampires of the world into a single cohesive whole, a single flag to rally under. All of the world's vampires would fight under him, and all of their resources would be his. With Adam's technology, Bedhivere's relics, and Church's army, there was nothing that could stop them. The humans were weakened by Adam's vampire brood, but the Purge would turn such a thing to their advantage. The world would rally behind them, and they would become even more powerful than they already were. For every soldier they lost, ten more would join their cause. For every building destroyed, their funding would be multiplied.

The armies were growing, and the pieces were being put into place. The final act was drawing near.

Come to the Hotel. You'll sense the presence of many vampires if you can't find it. Approach my side.

Chantelle received the message from Gabriel and decided she would find where he was, see what was going on. Putting her cloak back on which was on her arm, she lifted the hood up and began to walk towards the hotel in the distance. Wondering what was going to face her apart from Gabriel, Chantelle kept her guard up, her teeth bared as she approached the entrance.

With a deep breath, she slowly opened the door, and gasped silently. Vampires, everywhere with Gabriel at the front. Talking to them like a god. Without hesitation, her eyes darted to Gabe and she strolled up to his side, slowly pulling down her hood with a blank expression. Turning towards the vampire, she hissed slightly and showed her fangs, her eyes red to show her dominance.

Church

Church turned to look at Mithias, not only was he shocked but church himself was shocked aswell, for a long time he had thought himself to be of a rare blood line but it the information he had just received had shown how little he actually knew about his Vampire Brethren. he looked back over to Gabriel. "As you said, i would like to offer my services to your cause. However i do not currently have the man power to do a large scale attack on the Purge but i would be more than happy to help brief your army before our battles with the Purge, i may not be able to fight on the front lines with the rest of you but i can talk strategy so most of our Army doesnt die straight away. in the Meantime My Agents at Freelancer will continue Attacking Primary Supply lines for the Purge." The Director Turned to Adam this time "Mr O'Neal seen as the most of us are striving towards the same end goal i suggest as the Two most Technologically advanced in our group that we try to further one another's research. I could really use some help on improving the Suits my Agents are using. we are Currently Sending out Mark III armoured units but with your help i hope to send them out even more advanced in the hope of Destroying the Purge once and for all"