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Darkling: The Night War

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Doing what I should have done before and tagging these people. I was gonna post today but something has come up and now I have to hunt down something. So I'll post soon.

Darkling: The Night War

Sorry for disappearing folks. Been kinda sick and trying to get a new job underway. I'll be tagging some folks within the next while and I plan on moving things forward this weekend.

Darkling: The Night War

I'm giving some others a chance to join in before I move things forward. If no one does by tomorrow I'll just move things a long.

Darkling: The Night War

JACKSON

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Jackson snorted. "I can tell it's a curse because I've seen it before. How they're acting just supports it." He kissed Lilith's creamy white shoulder, "What do you think love, should I go with them?" She smiled, her fangs showing, and nodded her beautiful head. Jackson let go of her and pointed east. "Let's get this the fuck over with then." He didn't waste time waiting for them, simply set off in the direction he had pointed. The cool night air was filled with the smell of infected blood, or cursed blood if you preferred to call it that. He heard screams and loud noises and the sounds of combat. As he followed the roads, he paused. Holding up his hand for his companions to wait. There was a scrambling and infected burst out of a nearby building. Some howled in rage and others cackled with mad laughter as infected Warlocks shot lightning at them.

Shields seemingly made of red lightning appeared out of the air to intercept them. Crackling bolts of his demon magic blasted forth from his palms and incinerated another infected. He tore open a whole in reality as a Lycan ran at him, it ran through the portal, not pausing to think, and his neck met the blade of Jackson's katana, cutting the head from his deformed body. Well, at least he would get to see how his companions faired against the lot.

Darkling: The Night War

I'll be responding today @Carnic Apologies. I was exhausted yesterday.

Darkling: The Night War

Ohh. Alright. Sorry. Morning. Read that wrong. @Carnic I'll edit it later. Just continue as if he never addressed her or looked at her. Just Zeiss.

Darkling: The Night War

JACKSON

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@Carnic

Jackson stood amongst dead infected as a couple of new folks joined him. Two were women, and adorable at that. He made no effort to hide his gaze traveling over their bodies. Lilith pouted at this and Jackson smiled, "Hush love, you know you're the one for me." Finally his gaze flicked to the giant man she had called King Arthur. He snorted at the nickname "I know Lancelot and he's told me about Arthur. You aren't him." His gaze flicked again to the women. It was clear to him that they were witches. They weren't offering him violence though, so he would offer none in return. It was a bad fucking idea to make enemies of folks who didn't want to be enemies in the first place. Never let it be said that Jackson Grey wasn't diplomatic. Lilith gave a throaty laugh at the thought.

"Lycans don't like druids for the most part. It's good to see one though, not many have been around the War. They love nature and shit." He looked around him and gestures at the infected bodies, "This is a curse. I haven't seen it in some time. Only one way to get rid of it." He lifted his Katana in a gesture that seemed to explain his meaning. Lilith pouted and Jackson drew her to him, wrapping his arms around her. "You're pouty today." She leaned against him and said nothing. He sighed heavily and looked at the night sky filled with stars. "Something is coming. I don't know what, but I can fucking feel it."

Darkling: The Night War

Sure. Sounds like a lot of fun @Carnic Can set up for some story later too.

Epic City: Starburst

Devilstrider

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Devilstrider stood in his nightclub a few days after the behir incident. It was nice that he hadn't been eaten and that the giant had been there. He had sped off the moment it was done, choosing instead to go to his nightclub and crash in his office. His office was large, that had been the plan from the beginning. It doubled as his apartment. He didn't need much, you had the main room where his oak desk, filing cabinets, computers and such were located. Then you had the backroom which was where his bed, small kitchen, bathroom and entertainment was located. Wasn't large, just enough. Devilstrider didn't entertain much. No one wanted to really see him since he was a freak and all. So he delegated, as all smart managers should do. He made all the really big decisions and the rest he pawned off to his management staff. He was typing on his computer when there came a knocking on his door. Not looking up, he said, "Come in Nick." Nick was his lead manager, purely human and no special powers of his own. He was tall and skinny with bright blonde hair, blue eyes and a neat goatee. His hair was combed back and he wore a suit. He was the picture of professionalism.

"What can I do for you, Nick?" Nick didn't seem to care that his boss was a freak. Since Devilstrider had saved his life, that was probably a good thing. "There's some folks here to see you boss." Devilstrider paused and looked up at that. That was new. He hardly ever had visitors. 'Show them in." He leaned back in his chair as Nick left and three men entered. They were all dressed in suits. The lead man had brown messy hair, brown eyes and a full beard. The one to his right was short and stocky with black hair and beady brown eyes. The one to his left was a tall broad shouldered fellow with bulging muscles and blonde hair.

"What can I do for you gentlemen," Devilstrider asked them. The lead man spoke up, "We're here to talk business." Devilstrider sighed before saying, "Very well. Let's talk."

Darkling: The Night War

JACKSON


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Jackson Grey left the bar in a decent mood. He didn't feel like turning in for the night so he started to make his way through the city, back to the section that rebels called home. He whistled a pleasant tune into the night and didn't stop as infected vampires, Lycans, and a couple Wizards exploded out of a nearby town house. Lilith clapped her hands in glee as Jackson tore a hole in reality and pulled out his katana. The enchanted blade thrummed with the magic that gave it its power. A shield of crackling red lightning like energy manifested in front of Jackson as a Wizard blasted a bolt of lightning at him, cackling madly. The shield absorbed it and Jackson blurred forward, his katana flashing, two infected Lycans died instantly, severed in half.

Jackson made the existing shield condense downward, forming into a miniature disc like shape of red lightning that spun forward, slashing through to of the infected vampires, almost simultaneously Jackson wove the destructive red magic into another shield, this one square shaped and placed right in front of two infected Lycans who slammed into it and howled as they burst into black ash upon contact. In his left hand Jackson pooled the destructive magic into a ball of crackling red lightning that he blasted forth in a bolt of absolute destruction that killed the last of the infected.

Jackson sighed as he looked around him. The infected were in ashes, except the Lycan that he had cut in two. He looked at Lilith who's eyes were filled with undisguised delight at the mayhem. "Any better this time?" He asked her. She nodded her head vigorously and followed as Jackson walked along the street, the Katana held casually at his side. "Much better, pet."

Jackson thought for a bit as he walked. He had seen this before. Whatever was doing this wasn't really an infection. It was a curse. A Warlock or Witch had gotten ahold of someone's blood and cursed it to turn into the feral creatures Jackson had just cut down. It spread by bite and the 'infected' population would only grow. Someone had to be holding them back while they turned completely feral in order for it to have spread this much. It took at least a week for those cursed to get this far gone.

"We have a problem, Lilith". Lilith smiled at him, "Yes. You do."