Violence at the bank (Invite / PM for invite)

[Liam Goodryke]

{ This RP is based on an attack that took place against Liam Goodryke in the Wickbridge shop by someone disguised as Robert Pratt. }

The evening was drawing to a close and the sun had set. Liam was going over his ritual ingredients and realised he had a lot that he no longer needed, but had also run out of ammunition for his Psylen X4, so decided to head to the shop south of his home and sell some of the ingredients he no longer needed and buy some more rounds for his pistol.

Arriving at the shop, he sold what he needed, went to the nearby bank, deposited the money, then went back to buy the ammunition for his pistol which he had forgotten to purchase while he was there selling his unwanted goods. He was feeling good about himself for some reason, known only to himself and one other, until a few moments later.

Liam saw Robert Pratt, a man he was once enemies with, but now considered something of a friend, approaching him. He was about to call out to Robert, to greet him, when the man in charge of the religious group to which Liam belonged pulled out a gun and shot him. The bullet hit him square in the shoulder, sending Liam in to the wall from the unexpected hit. Regathering his composure from the shock of the attack he would never have expected, Liam drew his pistol to shoot his assailant back before asking why. To Liam's dismay Robert had vanished, and then it dawned on him as he tried to make sense of it. It wasn't Robert. Robert never touched guns, of any kind, he was purely a melee fighter, or at least Liam had never seen or heard of Robert using a gun. So whoever this was had done to Liam what Liam had done to Ripper and Serenity roughly a year ago when he disguised himself as Amaranthia when Leiren had asked for his help in getting rid of the Grigori bloodline member in an attempt to take over the nightclub near his home. The same thing that Lelantos had done to frame Phoenix for an attack against Jacob at some point in the last year.

"This is just brilliant. I'm free for a week and already someone is trying to cause problems for me, and Robert. I need to get to the bottom of this, and soon." He contemplated doing what he had done to discover Lelantos had been the one to attack Jacob, but it was a lengthy process then, and he imagined it would be even more so now with new vampires more than likely to be in the city. Discovering who did and did not have the correct power, and was actually awake too, was something he did not at present have the mental energy to undertake.

He went for his phone, but instead opted for telepathy, to make sure he got through to Robert as quickly as possible. "Robert, we need to talk. I just got shot not too far from my home, and the shooter looked just like you." With that Liam went back to Argent Manor where he found Emily waiting for him inside the front door.

[Liam Goodryke]

Correction: Attack happened in Gullsborough not Wickbridge

[Lancaster]

It wasn’t often that Elliot found himself in the sewers these days. He hung around in the Den, normally with Reilly. At least, someone was always there—either using one of the amenities, or just passing through. But, coming from a life where had itchy feet, travelling to a new country, a new continent whenever he got bored, Elliot couldn’t really stay indoors for too long. Every now and again he yearned for a different place, but he normally got over it quite quickly. He contented himself by exploring every tiny crevice and corner that Harper Rock had to offer. The sewers comprised of plenty of crevices and corners. After they had discovered the abandoned train station below what was previously the Undersecretary office, Elliot began to wonder whether there might not be other such places that they could make use of.

Of course, the sewers also came with their particular brand of danger. The Hunters and Paladins were ruthless. And though Elliot liked to participate the raids, when he found out about them, there was something about group slaughter that appealed to him more than solo slaughter. As if it were some acknowledged rightness—and of course he always tried to deny the fact that he was a swift, adept killing machine. He could slaughter like the best of them, and better than most. Thankfully, he hadn’t needed to vent too often lately. Because that’s how he did it—all that inner rage, he let loose and took it out on the prey that haunted the sewers.

When one is determined to poke around in the sewers, however, one is certain to come up against those that them dead. Elliot didn’t like it, but he had to defend himself. He did so with zest and relish, and murdered those who wanted him dead without ever having met him. He killed them because if he didn’t, they would kill him. He killed them because he was furious that they were so self-righteous. That they wouldn’t listen.

What Elliot did not expect, however, was to be attacked by a vampire. A vampire he’d never met—but there he was. It seemed like a predetermined attack, too—nothing accidental about it. The guy had solid intent in his eyes as he drew his gun and pulled the trigger. Elliot was too startled to react. The bullet thudded into his abdomen, driving through his gut and exploding out the other side. Blood poured from the wound, bubbling and surging out over his fingers as he strove to staunch the flow. And then the vampire was gone.

Elliot got a good enough look at him, though, that after he got home and cleaned himself up, after a bit of research he was able to discover who the vampire was. Rather than act hastily, however, Elliot decided to contact him. To ask him his reasons, before deciding how to retaliate.

And so he accessed his emails, and sent the message to Liam Goodryke—querying him as to his motives. It was only after he’d contacted Goodryke that he posted to the d’Artois CrowNet. He knew how telepaths could be, sometimes. He preferred to let everyone know before Madison, or someone, poked around his head and got the wrong idea.

I was shot by Liam Goodryke in the sewers.

I've sent him a message to ask him his reasons.

Does anyone know this guy beyond a name, and have any idea why he'd have it out for me?

((1h 40m ago: You were skirmish attacked and wounded by Liam Goodryke !))

And then he sat back, and waited—waited for a response, and waited for the wound in his gut to stitch itself together.