"--The following transcript was a live chat roleplay--"
Jonah: Jonah had resumed his slaughter of the monsters in the raid, his hammer shattering skulls and bones with ease, as he looked for a key to progress to a higher level. His shirt long gone, and his body and face were splattered with the dark blood of the zombies and ferals he'd fought. That was his purpose in the raids. He did not expect to defeat the leader; he was there to keep any of the creatures from wreaking more havoc than they already did. Moving steadily, he paused as he came in to one of the large rooms and saw no one immediately present, an oddity in these things. Leaning against a wall, he began to wipe some of the gore off of the weapon, keeping his head up and alert for more creatures to show up.Robert PrattRobert moved silently through the raid, moving from floor to floor by picking pockets and looting bodies that had been discarded and left behind. He didn't fight unless absolutely necessary, to protect the young or those he loved. Violence was abhorrent to him, and he could not understand those who chose to do harm to others. He usually stayed in shadows to protect himself from the guards or zombies or such that were found within these buildings. He was resting in a large room when.... well, he didn't know what it was that came in. It looked fairly horrific to him, but it wasn't like anything he'd seen before in one of these buildings. He moved closer and observed, and when it began to clean a weapon, he dropped the shadows from around himself and smiled at it. His hands moved before his chest and created the sign of the Light, even creating a little globe light to shine within the center of the symbol he'd made. "Blessings of the Light be upon you. Are you well?"
Jonah: When the person popped up in front of him, Jonah could not stop his instincts from kicking in. Shifting his rifle to his shoulder, he sighted along it, expecting whatever had appeared to be a threat but...it wasn't. Instead there was a little man with...light in his hands? The killer dropped the gun a little but kept it in his hand. "I'm...fine." Confusion was apparent on his face as he studied the other male, not sure where he had come from.
Robert PrattRobert didn't flinch when the gun was aimed at him, because it was hardly the first time it had happened and it certainly wouldn't be the last. Instead, he simply stood there smiling, looking up at the thing he guessed was about a foot taller than he was. His own weapons were on him if needed, but they were still cloaked in shadows so that he always appeared unarmed. It was especially handy while walking around the streets - especially with the trigger happy police this town seemed to have. The thing before him said he was fine and Robert nodded in a friendly manner, eyes drifting to the hammer as well as the blood, bone and other bodily fluids and pieces that dotted the beast. "Might I ask.... What exactly you are and how you came to be in here? You don't seem familiar to me I'm afraid."
Jonah: He frowned as he was inspected and looked the man over. There was not the appearance of a threat about him but the killer was still wary of him. The question posed to him was odd. It was clear to him that the other man was a vampire as well so he answered it straightforwardly, seeing no reason to hide his identity. "I'm a vampire. I...walked through the front door?" Letting the gun hang from its strap and sliding the hammer back in to its loop, he offered a hand. "My name is Jonah, and you are?"
Robert PrattRobert eyed the hand for blood and gore before he reached out his own and clasped the man's hand in both of his own. "Robert. Pleased to meet you Jonah. And what brings you here this evening then?"
Jonah: "I try and make it to all of the raids." His handshake was firm and after a moment he relaxed his hand and tried to be somewhat friendly. "It's...necessary. Why are you here?"
Robert PrattRobert didn't mind a firm handshake, his own was fairly firm as well. When his hand was released, he slipped both his hands in his pockets and relaxed against the wall beside the man. "You make it to them all just to kill things from the looks of things?" His eyes went over the man once more before returning to his face, though he was still smiling. "As for me, I'm here to help people and protect them."
Jonah: He stood up straighter at the comment about him being there merely to kill things. "Like I said, it is necessary." There was no sign of carnage on him and he asked, "And how do you do that?"
Robert PrattRobert gave a little shake of his head at that. "Perhaps here, in this one. But you said you go to all of the raids. Which means the ones that are full of humans as well. Correct? So you kill humans, for no other reason than them doing their jobs, to put food on their families’ tables and roofs over their heads. Yet you kill them. Correct?" He turned his head away and coughed politely, some scent or other from nearby catching in his nostrils. "As for me, I can teleport people away from danger, or teleport the danger from them. I can also heal them, or I can summon zombies to distract the danger, to allow the escape of the one in danger. There's all manner of things I do on a regular basis to help people and keep them safe."
Jonah: "I've done what is necessary to deal with a threat. The only humans I've killed are paladins that put us all in danger." This was not exactly true for his entire history but was accurate enough in the current moment. Though the man's demeanor still seemed friendly, Jonah had lost much of his own. "So you treat the symptoms."
Robert PrattRobert shook his head, his tone becoming more firm now. "I'm afraid, I don't believe you. You said you go to every raid, which means you have killed members of various gangs. It means you've helped kill off these monsters, and humans, to enable yourself or others to get to the floor which has the human controlling everything on it, so that they can be killed. You're fooling yourself if you think those deaths were necessary. You are simply exacerbating the 'problems' the more close minded of the community think there are. For example - have you taken a picture of yourself and looked at it recently? You are a walking, talking breach of the masquerade, just for looking how you do. Why would you modify yourself like that, to then kill innocent humans to supposedly 'protect' us? That's ridiculous!"
Jonah: He grit his teeth and did his best to keep his tone level. "Those gangs put us at risk. Most are dealing in our blood now. Every one of these brings attention to us that we don't need yet." His mouth formed a thin line when Robert commented on his appearance. "You think I choose to look like this?" The killer laughed and shook his head, "I stay in the sewers and out of sight so I don't breach the masquerade."
Robert PrattHe just grinned at the man, amused at his obvious irritation. "Really? How did you get here? The nearest sewer entrance and exit is blocks away. And what do you mean you don't choose to look like that? There's not a chance you're going to get me to believe you were born like that, happened to come to the right town and managed to find an idiot vampire with a big enough sense of humor to murder you. As for the gangs - how do you know that they put you at risk? You know what they do with the blood do you? You really think they are stupid enough to let their 'fishing spot' out, so that just any lunatic can come and muscle in on their territory? Some of you lot really are dense!"
Jonah: "Celerity to the door and then slip in. You'd be surprised what people don't pay attention to and how easy it is to pass just wearing a hoodie." He forced a deep breath, calming himself. "And no, I didn't always look like this. Why I do now, I don't know. I do what I have to do to stay unseen." He shook his head at the ignorance of the last statement. "There's more than one gang in the city, the Broussard figured it out and we took them out yet there's still Blood Thieves. Not that hard to figure out that more than one gang knows about it."
