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Karram nodded briskly at each quick command Flint flung his way. And within seconds, he was out of the car and headed in the direction of the club, Oakbane now fully drawn and ready for action. As they walked, Karram concentrated on absorbing some of the surrounding nature energy to power up the blade. Could come in handy.

As they reached a closer position, Flint instantly began firing into the club after Gray had created a diversionary explosion. Several vamps came pouring out attempting to deter the ragtag group, and Karram sliced a few of them down with ease before they could reach Flint or anyone else for that matter. Suddenly, a fire storm whizzed over Karram's head and caused more chaos in the club. He noted Rikive pass by holding Parry's limp body. Hopefully he would pull through despite his foolish antics. But nevertheless, Karram couldn't hold onto the thought for long, as a few more enemies ducked under the flames and came near the group. This time thralls.

Karram knocked one down with a rough roundhouse to the face while simultaneously stabbing another through the head. This was quickly descending into a bloody and explosive mess. Soon the mortal world would be alerted their shenanigans, so they needed to get the hell out of here asap! After dealing with the vicious thralls he sprouted his ethereal wings and darted through the club with almost blinding speed to get a quick view of everything happening within. He saw Tony ripping through beings left and right and saw the overall confusion of all the club-goers as well. Some were springing into action in an attempt to defend themselves and the club while others helplessly fell to the ground with fearful expressions on their faces. Karram covered Tony's back for a few seconds, taking down several vampires who threatened to attack him from behind. He could tell Tony's lycan abilities, while powerful, were not going to stand against this large number of vampires for much longer.

Karram zipped back to his previous position, noting that Beth had just landed atop a vampire just in front of Flint. Karram landed and pointed the sword at the grounded being, but looked at Flint. "It appears Tony is at odds with several vampires and thralls within and needs help immediately. Parael and Rikive have made it to safety. So two questions: are you okay and how should we proceed to rescue Tony?"

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Karram took hold of the flask and took two deliberate sips of the bitter liquid. His face twinged a little before turning normal once more. He handed the flask back, wiping his mouth as he did. He stretched his arms out wide and let out a half-yawn before Flint muttered a breathy "Fuck".

Karram instantly reached for his blade's hilt again and peered out the window of the vehicle. Parry was on the move and was soon talking to the bouncer... about what Karram could only guess. And none of his guesses led to a happy ending.

“You sure you are going to be ok with that stick if shit go’s down. I can give you something with a bit more reach if you want.” Flint was eyeing Karram's sword. This sword had seen many years of use, and yet it never dulled. Eromyr had given it to him as a gift in celebration of his passing the council's judgement in Ireland. Oakbane, a fearsome blade that allowed Karram to harness natural energy and wield it as his own. Its abilities were powerful, but relatively unknown even to other magical beings. Karram was good at keeping secrets after all. He clutched the hilt tighter and looked back up.

"Oakbane is suited for any style of combat, so I think I'll manage. Thank you though, Flint. It 'shit go's down', as I presume it will, I've got your back." He nodded to emphasize his point and slid into the front seat with ease so he could get a better view of the club's entrance.

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Karram sat in the back of Flint's vehicle watching the activity near the club. It was a dingy looking environment, to say the least. But Karram knew all too well this was simply a front for what lies beyond those exterior walls. Inside would be a dimly lit and highly fashionable area full of vampires and thralls and everything in between dancing and sorting their business and enjoying drinks. The quality of the interior could beat out any 5-star club downtown, and that fact filled the vampires with a sense of pride. Karram had been in quite a few of these exclusive clubs in his lifetime, mostly by order of the court to investigate suspicious transactions; after all, de Lacy liked to keep a watchful eye on all his subordinates.

And yet now, he sat parallel to the place, hoping there wouldn't be a need for him to enter The Rusty Steak Knife (what a terrible name, he thought). He hoped this small-scale operation would go off without a hitch, but a churning pain in his stomach seemed to think otherwise. Nonetheless, Karram stayed on guard, his eyes carefully scanning the club and the area surrounding their car, and his hand firmly grasping the hilt of his blade. Karram's eyes darted to Flint when he began sipping down whiskey. Nerves, or boredom? Never know with this guy, he thought as his sense memory kicked in and the taste of the whiskey subtly flavored his palate. He shook off the thought and leaned forward.

"Spare a swig," he questioned? A little alcohol might calm my nerves.

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I'm still in. Life just being life. Trying to put something together for tomorrow. So many apologies.

[Naruto Fandom] Birth of the Nindo [AU / Original / Long-term RP]

Wow seems I missed quite a party. Um reading through everything, I'm not sure what the plan exactly is, but I'm up for whatever. I'd hate to see my character go to waste as I was pretty excited to RP as him. So if moving on to a new thread will promote some progression until we hear word from our absent senpai, then you can count me in. Just keep me in the loop friend-o's. :)

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Karram sheathed Oakbane and sat back down. He listened to Autmumn give her answers, one offering little to no details and the other giving a sufficient and plausible reason. Karram let his arm sling over the end of the chair as he assumed a more laid back posture. It was unlike him to do so, but at this point, his brain was fried and the excitement from earlier was finally taking its toll. The conversation quickly returned to the capturing of a vampire... one high enough in the ranks to offer information or play along with their plans, but not too high as to instantly sound the alarms when he or she didn't show up for dinner. Karram ran through a list of names in his head, but the majority of those he'd been in contact with were either dead or too close to the end boss. He did have one skill that could prove useful in this situation, however. He sat up in his chair and looked towards the group.

"If we can't get the vamp to help us, we could attempt an inside job. Snag the vampire, interrogate em, and then I can disguise myself with their likeness and hopefully walk in to the club freely. From there we stage a- I don't know- a Trojan horse routine or something and get to our target? Just a thought, a... last resort or alternative route." Karram would shrug with each progressively less confident sentence. He wasn't thrilled to throw himself to the dogs like that, but if he was going to avenge his uncle's death and help this ragtag group stop the damn mummy, he'd have to share what gifts he had to offer.

The Downhill Slide

I'll have a good post up for ya tomorrow senpai! :)

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Been a busy weekend for me, I'll definitely catch up with a post in the morning EST

The Downhill Slide

James Tyler "JT"

Appearance:

Appearance

Age: 24

Weapon:
-Customized Glock 17 Handgun (Two fasteners applied to barrel to hold serrated blade firmly in place; effective for close range attacks)
-Spiked Baseball Bat

Skills:
-Free-running
-Crafting (Makeshift weapons, minor repairs, small structures and/or housing)
-Lock picking

Positive Personality Traits:
-Humorous
-Calm in Stressful Situations
-Incredibly Honest

Negative Personality Traits:
-Cynical
-Pessimistic
-Know-it-all

Background:

JT never knew his mother; she died giving birth to him. His father, despite the heartbreak, tried his level best to be a good dad regardless. And he was. He taught JT a lot of different things, but he mostly shared his knowledge. So at a very young age JT began learning skills for carpentry, crafting and mechanical repairing. He also went to school, as most other children did, but he dropped out before finishing high school because his father became terminally ill. For the next three years JT buried himself in textbooks to continue learning on his own time while he performed trade jobs for the locals to make money for medical costs. However, the day finally came when his father passed away. Distraught, and desperately wishing for a change of pace, JT left his hometown and aimlessly drifted from city to city for awhile. A year has passed since he first journeyed out into the world. And since, freakish things have been occurring; humans growing incredibly large and sightings of cannibalistic humanoids. JT has been trying to avoid all of that and just survive, living day to day. Well, until now...

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Karram listened intently as the all too familiar voice echoed from behind the door. With flawless accuracy and an almost inherent confidence, the clearly female mouthpiece described a ruby red velvet outfit and other intricate details without missing a beat. It was stunning how articulate she could be despite her quick speech pattern and eerie stoicism. It was like listening to Wednesday Addams seamlessly perform a monologue from Hamlet in one minute flat. Karram shuddered a bit as the memories crawled back into his brain; he recognized her without even laying eyes on her... now that's saying something.

Arachne...

Just as the name crossed his mind, she directed a pointed comment at him. "Oh and Karram. You're lucky that you don't still work for me. Fraternizing with former clients is strictly against 'company' policy." Karram gulped. He shot a glance at Antonio, trying to remember back to the time when his fate was intertwined with Tony and Flint. He knew for sure she wasn't involved in that case, nor was Tony technically his client. Then he turned his head to the mystery girl and it came to him.

Claudia Laurel. Vehicular Manslaughter. So I do know her.

His internal monologue was interrupted by Parry's over-excited greeting as he let Arachne and the strange armored fellow into the bunker. Once Karram met her gaze, he shrugged comically. "Desperate times, Autumn," he'd reply with a smug smirk. He enjoyed Arachne's professionalism, and working for her was hardly the worst thing he's been subject to in his life, but he still found strange pleasure in playing the fool or speaking to her with a bit of sarcasm.

"I'm Gray. I specialize in killing things that don't like staying dead. What's this about a mummy?" This was the new guy. Entirely unfamiliar to Karram. Even new to Parry, which was different. Up until now Parry had connections to nearly everyone in the party, it seemed. Of course fresh blood meant a new target for Parry's fetishes and fantasies. And this Gray guy didn't seem to like it. It seems the fun never stops with this group, Karram thought.