Lord Wraith

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_{Location: 418 SW RavensView Drive - Portland, Oregan - United States of America}

Who You Gonna Call? #1.05: Vampyre

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_{Interaction(s): None}

Previously: Angel

“Breathe in-” The calming voice echoed across the front room of the small bungalow as a woman’s voice emitted from a nearby speaker. The ‘Best Guided Meditations’ playlist continued as the man in the center of the room took another breath, attempting to follow the instructions presented by the woman’s recorded voice.

It had been six thousand, five hundred and seventy-four days since the last incident.

The smell of freshly baked cookies wafted through the living room, passing under Monroe’s nose as he continued his meditation. Taking another breath, he inhaled the tempting aroma, his enhanced olfactory senses picking apart each underlying scent and isolating the ingredients in the cookies.

The substitute eggs and butter had a particularly overwhelming scent he was accustomed to. While not always the most appetizing, they also flame the bloodlust within the reformed man. It was important to maintain his routine, the clockmaker had long taken a vow of ‘Erlangen Wieder Weidmann’ to ensure there were no further incidents and the healthy habits helped keep that vow intact.

As did remaining undisturbed.

A series of three loud knocks on the door caused Monroe to open an eye. Taking a fresh whiff of the air, the familiar woodsy cologne caused a reluctant smile to cross his face.

“Monroe?” Rosalee’s voice yelled from upstairs, “Who’s at the door?”

“Just Nick, honey,” Monroe replied to his wife before swinging the large arched door open and greeting the dark-haired detective. The vintage yellow Volkswagen Beetle parked out front of the small bungalow was dwarfed by the large unmarked Dodge Character.

“Monroe, I’ve got a problem,” Nick stated stepping inside as Monroe was left holding the door.

“Yeah, sure, come in.” Monroe replied dryly, “Great to see you Monroe, have you lost weight?” He continued before following the detective into his own living room.

“Sorry, Monroe, I’ve just got three bodies already and if the pattern persists, it’s only going to get worse.” Nick apologized, “What do you know about vampires?”

“You’ve got vampyre problems? Here?” Monroe replied with surprise, “Portland falls under the protection of the Pack, vampyres are strictly prohibited from hunting within Pack territory, the Monarchy knows this.”

“Whoa, Monroe,” Nick interrupted, “I’m going to need some context, what are you talking about?”

“Well, as a Grimm, you’re already aware of the Wesen Pack, the council that oversees all therianthropes in coalition with the Royals or ‘Alphas’ as they also prefer.” Monroe began, “Vampyre, and other various kinds of ‘undead’ are under the rule of the Monarchy, a set of self-imposed rulers who also have claimed territories. Wesen and vampyre, or rather the Upyri, spent centuries at war with one another until they were eventually united against common enemies.”

“The Grimms?”

Monroe nodded, “And of course the Slayer, but she wasn’t near as populous as you Grimms.” He took a deep breath, massaging his temples before leaning back in an armchair that must have been from the Victorian era by Nick’s estimate.

“Either way, you’ve got a delicate situation to navigate. If your vampyre isn’t caught soon, this could escalate into a situation that might even cause a war between the Pack and the Monarchy. And when that happens, it’s only ever humans that lose.” Monroe lamented, “Though, humans are getting more and more terrifying every day, did you see the news about-”

“Monroe,” Nick chided slightly, “Do we need to consider that this could be politically motivated? Could it be some kind of retaliation? Would Black Claw attack vampires?”

“Were your victims Wesen?” Monroe asked.

“Not that I could tell,” Nick replied.

“Then doubtful, the Pack and the Monarchy have historically not gotten along, but thanks to the Watcher Council, a pact was brokered between them. Like I said, Portland falls under the Pack, but we’re surrounded by the Monarchy both in the North and South. It’s still going to be a sticky situation to get involved in. I suggest you stake your vampire and call it a day.” He said moving his arm through the air while holding an imaginary peg.

“Just like that?”

Monroe mimed the gesture a second time.

“Just like that.”

Commencement: A Foundation Institute RP

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_{Location: The Augmented Reality Center - Pacific Royal Collegiate & University, Dundas Island}

Dance Monkey #4.078: Hysteria

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_{Interaction(s): Amma Cahors - @Rockette, Haven Barnes - @Skai, Rory Tyler - @Webboysurf}

Previously: Chernobog

“There will be no running.” The Chernobog interrupted loudly, its keen ears. “And there will be none of this.” Its nostrils suddenly flared, a gout of icy breath directed towards Rory, encasing his legs where he stood before the towering creature’s keen eyes darted from Haven to Amma and back to Haven.

“If you run, I will break both your wings and your legs.” He cautioned, a powerful flap of his own wings emitting a shockwave that pushed everyone back save for Rory who was frozen in place.

“Like this.”

For someone so large, it was terrifying how fast the Chernobog closed the gap between himself and Rory. A sickening ‘CRACK’ echoed throughout the A.R.C. whilst Rory crumbled to the ground, chunks of shattered ice around his body while the sight of his own femur greeted the young man.

The creature’s prehensile tail lashed out, cracking like a whip before halving the still ringing phone beneath Haven. Its attention now turned to Amma before it began to speak again.

“You think her to be your ally?” The Chernobog asked, motioning its horns towards Amma. “Perhaps the woman you knew here is, but Tiamat is not.” His stoic face slightly turned into a smile.

“She who bore us all, Ummu-Hubur,” The Chernobog hissed watching Amma like a predator stalks its prey.

Ummu-Hubur,
Ummu-Hubur,
Ummu Hubur,

The beast of a man continued to chant before suddenly resuming speech.

“By day I can not rest, by night I can not lie down in peace. Let there be lamentation until I can lie down again.”

His voice suddenly changed, almost monotone and robotic before ordering.

“Tiamat, you have a mission to resume.” His eyes darted towards a redheaded woman atop the balcony before returning to Haven.

“And you’re coming with me, Dove.”

Commencement: A Foundation Institute RP

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_{Location: The Augmented Reality Center - Pacific Royal Collegiate & University, Dundas Island}

Dance Monkey #4.076: Chernobog

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_{Interaction(s): None}

Previously: Dance, Dance

Leathery wings beat against the night sky, their span stretching easily while over the width of four grown men. Muscles rippled through the vein-covered membrane that was stretched over painfully grown bone and sinew. Frigid breath exhaled sharply from flared nostrils beneath a horned brow. Each flap of its powerful wings was like a thunderclap above the cold night sky above the Pacific Ocean.

Circling the island below, the louds and music of the emitting from the A.R.C. drew its attention before it plunged towards the ground below. Drones rose through the air to meet the large object, detecting the HZEs and isolating the creature as a threat but the countermeasures failed to stop the gargoyle as its arctic breath stopped the drones in their path, dropping the frozen devices towards the ground, harbingers of panic and fear preceding the collision of the creature with the roof of the A.R.C.

A dull thud echoed above the music inside as it landed. The structure shook under the weight of the towering creature. A chilling roar echoed through the night sky sending some scurrying for their dorms while others sought shelter in the nearest open building.

Dropping down to all fours, the gargoyle tucked its wings against its back before sharp claws dug into the steel exterior of the A.R.C. as it moved about. The punctures echoed and metal hissed in brief resistance before suddenly silence fell over the Senior Formal.

But it didn’t last.

Screams filled the dancefloor and students ran for the nearest exits only to be frozen solid as a barrier of ice appeared. Shrapnel rained from above before the creature gracefully plummeted into the center of the dance. The projected theme glitch and faded in places where circuitry was cleaved apart. As the creature fell, its wings extended enough to catch the brunt of the forceful impact. Red eyes peered through the terrified crowd, a guttural growl filling its throat as it looked from one student to the next before fixing its glare on Haven before its head slowly trailed to Amma.

“Hello, mothers.”

The words hung in the air for the briefest of moments as the present members of Blackjack were forced to take in the carnage. Fleeing students frozen in ice, the roof of the A.R.C. now possessing a skylight, and a ten foot tall creature with near impenetrable skin, horns, claws and wings stood in the center of the room, its eyes ravenously fixed on two of their own.

“I’m afraid, I need you both to come with me.” The creature uttered again, its speech fair from mindless, composed, prime, even proper if not downright posh. “The father is expecting you both,” It looked around at those who stood ready for a fight.

“I’d be happy to dispatch any interlopers who dare challenge the Chernobog.”

“Dispatch this!” Cassander suddenly roared over the crowd, his fist crackling with energy as he landed a blow on the unflinching creature. The explosion emitted a blinding blast but when it cleared, the group was greeted by the sight of the Chernobog unhindered, simply holding Cassander by the throat.

“I am saddened by you,” The gargoyle replied, slowly beginning to squeeze before suddenly finding its vice-like grip being resisted, an opposing force pushing its hand open.

“Let him go.” Torres ordered, appearing suddenly as she approached the creature with authority and intent, “I know Daedalus sent you, and I know this isn’t you, you can resist him, search yourself, the person you used to be is still there.”

Cassander was suddenly dropped to the ground, quickly scrambling backwards while Torres continued to negotiate with the towering creature. Its upper lip curled in disgust before an uttered reply came from beneath gritted, pointed teeth.

“They are dead, there is only the Chernobog.” Without warning, its clawed hand backhanded Torres across the chest. A crimson arc splattered those nearby as she fell back to the ground, sliding across the glitching floor before coming to a rest. Blood poured freely from the woman’s lower ribcage and abdomen where claw marks had easily cleaved skin clean from his bone.

“Mothers, come.” The creature commanded again, “Before I have to embarrass anymore of your… friends.” A mist of frigid air erupted from its nostrils as it snorted in defiance, its eyes resting firmly on Rory before it offered a large hand towards the pair of young women.

“I’m getting impatient.”

Commencement: A Foundation Institute RP

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_{Location: The Augmented Reality Center - Pacific Royal Collegiate & University, Dundas Island}

Dance Monkey #4.075: Nails for Breakfast, Tacks for Snacks

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_{Interaction(s): @Qia - Harper Baxter}

Previously: Look What You Made Me Do

Watching Chad go, Cass let out a defiant snort, loosening his tie before rolling the sleeves of his shirt and popping the top button open. His blood was still boiling despite the triumphant exterior. He had been hoping for more of a fight out of Chad, in fact he’d been hoping for more of a fight in general tonight. Twice he had picked a fight and twice the results had been less than what he was hoping for.

In a blink, Lorcán and Aurora disappeared and a sad smile crossed Cassander’s face. There was no doubt in his mind that whenever the pair returned, something would have changed between them and while he was happy for his cousin and his new friend, he could help but feel a stifling longing rising up from within him.

Taking a deep breath, he tried to recenter himself just as his therapist had suggested countless times, but all Cassander felt like doing in that morning was ditching this whole over-celebrated event and going a couple rounds with the punching bag across campus. His pulse was racing, blood pumping, he was fired up and ready to go.

A hand suddenly wrapped around his arm from behind him, a firm pull catching him off guard and memories suddenly came flying back. Hands caressing him from behind, powerless to fight back, fearing the sharp sting of a belt. Voices all around, whispering as Cassander was taken away to protect the younger kids, he blinked back tears, a lump in his throat and then suddenly Cass was back at the dance and all he felt was blind rage.

Already in fight mode, Cass grit his teeth, his stance widening as Harper’s grip was immediately met with resilience. The hair on the back of Cassander’s neck shot up on its end while his hands crackled with explosive energy. His arm quickly and roughly jerked itself free of her grip, before the larger young man spun around on his heels, hands balled into fists looking for a second fight.

The second he saw Harper’s face, Cassander faltered, his hands releasing their tension while he quelled the explosives in his palms, reabsorbing the energy, painfully defusing his own attacks. He straightened his posture as his eyes went to his jacket in her arms before he quickly took it from the petite brunette.

“Don’t ever do that again.” He snapped, “Just-” The words were caught in his throat as he looked Harper over. She was gorgeous in her outfit, but she had unknowingly hit a trigger and the words to tell her such just weren’t going to come.

“I think I need some air,” Cass’ voice cracked slightly, his eyes looking for the exit before a thunderclap outside caught his attention. Another sounded and then another. His mind was suddenly caught in another memory, one more recent, only five years ago as Cassander saw lightning explode on the Southern Plateau and his hand wandered to the now throbbing scar tissue situated just above his heart.

A thud on the roof of the A.R.C. consolidated his worst fears.

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yeah.... Whatever is going to happen in NYC

@Sep

This is getting exciting.

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Anyways, Yara is on the scene in New York City now, building towards whatever @Sep is cooking up.

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Wraith coming back to reclaim his record of Most Sex Detailed Sex Scene allowed on the Guild

@Sep

It's not a sex scene if it's a telepathic attack.

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"Quem com ferro fere, com ferro será ferido."

_{Location: New York City - New York, U.S.A.}

Concrete Jungle #1.01: City of Gods

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_{Interaction(s): None}

Previously: None

Amber eyes fluttered awake as the train began to slow. Gone was the abundant unspoiled natural horizon that lived in the shadow of the towering Rockies. Fresh air was replaced by stifling smog as man-made monuments of architecture reached toward the sky, leaving all below cast in darkness while they threatened to choke the sun. New York City was a far cry from Boise, and to be honest, Yara Flor was already feeling homesick before the train had even stopped.

But the butterflies currently hurdling themselves around her innards weren’t about to stop the grad student from making the most of her trip East. As part of a joint program with Empire State University, Boise State University sent some of its grad students to New York City to spend time at its sister school and visit the exhibits and institutions that Idaho was sorely lacking.

Yara pressed her pillow down from her window seat on the train and looked out toward the New York Harbour. Never had she seen so much water in one place, the seemingly endless horizon out into the Atlantic almost unnerving the young Brazillian woman. Her eyes darted towards the Statue of Liberty, keenly studying the green lady who stood over the Harbour, guiding the Hudson out to sea.

She caught one last glimpse before the sight was gone and the cabin was plunged into darkness as the train entered a tunnel toward the heart of the city. Bringing her feet onto the seat, Yara rested her chin firmly between her knees, hanging it over as she absent-mindedly scrolled through her phone. Pictures of her aunt’s farm brought forth a resurgence of her homesickness, and Yara felt a bittersweet smile cross her lips.

The squeal of the brakes alerted every passenger of the arrival at Grand Central Station. Gathering her things, Yara turned to exit her side only to find the aisle congested, seemingly at a standstill as confused and angry murmuring began to buzz over the growing line of people. Turning to look out her window again, Yara quickly noted the train had in fact not arrived at its destination, at least, not truly.

Sitting half in the station, the doors weren’t aligned with the platform meaning stepping out of the train at this time could result in injury or worse, for most people at least. The girl from Idaho allowed herself a small humoured smile. Her Aunt’s worst fear was that Yara would step foot in New York and people would instantly discover her secret.

And so here she already was in a situation where her gifts could make a difference.

“Does anyone have signal?” A voice cut through the din holding up a cellphone. Panicked voices quickly scrambled to check their own devices while Yara calmly flipped her hand over and looked at her own screen.

She too was without any reception on her cellphone. In fact, the entire device had gone from functioning normally mere moments ago to a black screen that simply stated ‘Not Available’.

Aunt Renata is going to kill me.
Yara’s internal monologue lamented the situation. It was her first time away from home, Brian and Renata had barely let her have a sleepover at a friend’s house. Renalta had always been protective, ever since she and Yara had left Brazil after the death of Yara’s mother. Yara hadn’t been permitted to go on her senior trip in high school, she’d never attended a sleepaway camp and the only reason she was in New York now was because she was twenty-one and Renata could no longer tell the young woman how to live her life.

To some degree, Yara had always felt Renata was scared of her.

Scared of her gifts.

Named after the goddess Iara, it probably shouldn’t have been a surprise to either of them when at the age of nine, Yara managed to tip a tractor trying to find a toy she had lost. From there she had only gotten stronger and faster. Renata had forbidden Yara from participating in athletics through school and so the girl had become something of an outcast in their sports-centric school. It hadn’t been enough that Yara already looked different, but she had to act differently as well and instead threw herself into her studies and arts.

It’s what led her to her studies and Boise State University which brought her back to the moment.

In New York, the concrete jungle where dreams are made of.

Except right now it felt like more of a nightmare. Yara needed to get off of this train and she needed to do so now.

Pushing through the crowd, Yara heard a couple of people curse the woman she forced her way to the closed door. Locking eyes with the attendant, he opened his mouth to stop her before Yara jammed her fingers into the seal, prying the doors apart with the same ease one opens a book.

“Miss you can-”

The words barely registered for Yara as she hopped down from the train, landing on the tracks, unbothered by the electrified third rail before she looked around. People atop the platform were staring at her, horrified and intrigued. Still, with no working cellphones, that meant there were no cameras either.

Moving around to the rear of the train, Yara gave it a shove, watching it move forward a few feet before she pushed it again. Placing her hands on the rear car, she dug her feet into the ground and walked it forward until the train was finally aligned with the platform.

Cheering erupted from amidst the station as people rushed to get a look at their heroine, only to find no one behind the train.

Yara was already gone.

Aunt Renata is going to kill me.

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Natural disasters, villain attacks, accidents. I'll try and keep it fresh and interesting.

@Sep

Orgies.

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@Lord Wraith I can't be assed to get the approval image right now but you're accepted.

@Master Bruce