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I've missed you too! *hugs back* and I hate playing him sometimes, but he dispises singing for many different reasons. He can be lovable... sometimes..

@Savi

The Metahuman Revolution

Eh it might also be that I'm touchy right now...due to a serious lack of sleep...I will however Post when I awaken...ON my Honor sir/Dr Whooves.

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Lucian had shook his head at Alistair's question, "I flew..." Lucian had opted to give no further explanation of what had happened between him and Praetor. Lucian sat down at the table and didn't speak any further, listening to everyone's conversations, When everyone started leaving Lucian shot up out of his chair, "I want to help..."

Adrian had simply been smoking his woes away, He nodded to each Blackmoore as the left, after all he knew his role to play, he had a job like anyone else but orders never really needed to be spoken to him anymore, Much like how Beatrix was Alistair's sword Adrian was also another weapon in Alistair's armory, but unlike Beatrix he was something more similar to a lockpick, Adrian was content to smoke though, that was until Lucian stood up and looked as if he might attempt to go after one of them in a maddened attempt to help, Adrian decided to speak precisely at that moment, "And you will...After you shower and put on fresh clothes...You're gonna be with me Loverboy."

Lucian eyed Adrian coldly, "And what good will come of sneaking through shadows with you?" Lucian stared him down, "Yes I know a little about you...The Infamous Master Of Whispers..." Lucian clenched his fist, "Maria is in danger!!! What good will sneaking about in the dark do!!!"

Adrian simply sat there barely paying the Vampire any heed, Instead he took a nice long drag of his cigar before answering with an almost fatherly tone, "Are you an idiot boy?" Before Lucian could answer Adrian followed up with, "Then you should know better than anyone...That rushing in headstrong is the most surefire way to get Maria slaughtered...And then her death is on your hands." Adrian looked up at him finally with eyes as cold and dark as the deepest pits of hell, "Now...Go upstairs to the right and get a fucking shower...You'll have clean clothes waiting for you...And after that you and I are gonna go meet someone who can really help our current situation."

Lucian wanted to scream and argue about how he needed to fight his way to Maria, but in his heart he knew the man was right, If they fought to her it would take to long and they would kill her out of desperation, Lucian nodded softly as he started making his way upstairs to the showers, along the way he could here the voice screaming in his head, telling him that he would fail...that she would die, "No...I will save her." The voice simply laughed, "Perhaps...but what lengths will you go to in the process I dare wonder...When the time comes...I'll be waiting Lucian Loralen."

The Metahuman Revolution

Seriously Tidus was the reason I haven't posted. He and I are real life friends we had something planned or so i thought...Rp's get lost in my feed when they are slow so im sorry...but seriously...if you need me...a pm is a wonderful reminder/motivator...but posting an angry vote to knock me out...like not cool. </3 </3 </3

Young Justice; The Heroes of Today! [IC and OOC]

Im trying to get Tidus to post ugh.

The Metahuman Revolution

Sorry i was waiting for Tidus...

Young Justice; The Heroes of Today! [IC and OOC]

Tidus has been super busy IRL so he should post tonight.

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Adrian didn't need to speak, so for most of these silly events he had been smoking his Cuban cigar, after a few minutes however he groaned and looked around the room, "We needed serious backup...Most of what I gathered about the Blod is that they are under the radar and that they are massive..." He breathed out a sigh which would strike every single Blackmoore as odd, Adrian never sighed no matter how bad it was Adrian could see the light, "I called Morgan...yesterday...Shes coming to help us on my request...I don't know how I feel about having her so close...but...if anyone can help us it's her." Thats when the front doors blew open and The front door guard was thrown in. Lucian landed in the Alley behind the Tortuga and started towards the entrance covered in now drying blood, When he got to the door the guard stopped him, he was a fledgling vampire, "Tell Alistair Lucian is here..." The man shook his head, "Hes had it up to here with visitors...No ones going in." Lucian had to keep the monster inside from melting his brain so Lucian could walk inside. Instead he threw him through the doors and stepped in covered in blood, "My sire attacked me...I'm coming to you for sanctuary...and if you know where my Maria is...Point me at the enemy...and i will slaughter them."

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At her name his eyes seemed to cool a bit, "Maria Lives..." Lucian watched in slow motion as Praetor and his legion marched forward, his sire as cold as ever marched forward his shield and armor making him a much harder target, Lucian was torn between himself as War fought for control from the inside, "Would you kill one you practically raised? Would you so heartlessly slay one who calls you brother?" War held up both his hands and smirked harshly, "Don't you see Praetor...No matter how many times you slay Dracula...In some form He will always return...Because you yet live." War, without warning, unleashed a blastwave of sound with such force it uprooted trees and pushed Praetor and his legionnaires back, "Even now he fights me...Lucian Loralen is stronger than anyone I have faced..." The air itself began to vibrate with sound as War prepared to put a final end to The Roman, "With this I right the wrongs of this world." War raised his right hand...but he couldn't open his fist to unleash Lucian's strongest attack that had earned him the name War, Lucian held fast keeping the fist closed tight to keep him from attacking, "YOU ARE WRONG!!! DRACULA NEVER FULLY RETURNS BECAUSE WE YET LIVE!!!" Lucian turned to his sire, his voice but a whisper, "forgive me..." And then using his powers he launched himself high into the air and used the last of his power to launch himself hard towards the Tortuga.

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The street was silent as Praetor approached, in fact the entire block was dead quiet, as he grew closer he would smell the blood and after a few more steps he would see it. They were everywhere around the home and the smell of blood was so strong from inside it was sickening, there were bodies scattered about some torn limb from limb, others cut expertly with a sword and some even seemingly melted with the intensity of his soundwaves. The undead would even grow restless at the pure aura of destruction and hate that exuded from that house, the street lights began to flicker as something stirred in the darkness inside the home and slowly something made its way from inside and the front door slowly crept open to reveal pure darkness and out of the wall of black stepped Lucian, dripping with blood, eyes filled with madness and rage, Praetor would see it in his eyes like no one else would, that same madness that same vile hate and uncaring for life that had shown so brightly in the eyes of Dracula. Lucian's hand was still wrapped around Fang and blood was still dripping from him as he walked slowly forward, "Hello Brother..." Lucian wore a smirk as black as his soul, "And here I thought we might never get to talk again..." In his other hand Lucian held the head of one of the men he had slaughtered, ""It had been so long Abraham... He held up the mans head and looked into its eyes, the frozen terror still shinning in them, "So long since I tasted of fresh blood..." He dropped the head allowing it to roll to Praetor's feet, "So long since I tasted of the pleasure only killing can bring you..." He looked around him at all the undead Praetor had chosen to bring, the smirk on his lips only growing as the cruelty in his eyes did also, "Your friend isn't here Abraham...Only I remain...Only War remains." Suddenly and with no warning the ground started cracking at the sheer force of his power, "These humans...these rogues...All need a ruler..." He motioned to all the blood and chaos around him, "When you crush an ant beneath thy boot does it make you evil? Or do you realize that you are a higher form of life? If I have the power of a god, am I not a god myself?" War held his gaze on Praetor never once breaking eye contact, as the world around them started to break and crack around with the sheer force of the power of War.