its smashing time [ invite only]

[Mordechai]

The killer stood, staring in disbelief. More and more of the spider lovers from the mayoral party were showing up in the caverns of the labyrinth. It was obvious they had to be there on behalf of the hebigumo foundation, looking for the research that the sirens had not found on their own. Mordechai had seen the vultures gathering before he entered, and spent a sizable amount on traps, in an effort to slow them down so that non-traitorous vampires could go deeper and get the information, keeping it from the hands of those that had tortured vampires to make a ‘cure’. How do you cure evolution? But it had just happened again. Another of the scumsuckers had walked straight through a trap, as if it wasn't even there. The siren must have done something to block the magic of his traps. It was evident that this was going to have to be handled the old fashioned way. Reaching out with his mind he let his thoughts intertwine with those of his oldest and most trusted brother in arms…. Or sister as it may be… His thoughts swirled with in the titian tressed mind as he spoke, “Pru, the sirens have struck again. They have enlisted the help of vampires to do the heavy lifting for them. I have tried to slow them, but the sirens have somehow disabled my traps. Your assistance now would be appreciated, in the words of that green guy you talk about, ‘It’s SMASHING Time’. It seems a more hands on approach is necessary. I am beginning to cull the herd now"

[Prudence]

Sirens.
She hated them fuckers. Pru knew what they were up to. Any human that got on their radar, good luck to them. Never mind that heart thing she and a few others got wind of.

She'd been in the labby a lot. Since the admin dude whistle blew them in. She wasn't going to let anyone get the heart. They wouldn't know what they were getting themselves into. And really, half the vampire population were crazy any ways. Power trippers, or just bat **** cray. Neither of those could handle getting close, to what pru assumed, was the heart. She was going to get it.

Pru had just been tossed on her *** again, when the message came into her mind. She snarled her lip a little, not liking the invasion of her thoughts to this day still. But...the content was....alarming. And mordie would know. He'd been low enough to know what was what and who was doing what. If vampires helped humans at that place for the cure, she could believe that they would be dumb enough to help the sirens.

The redhead bought anther key, and pulled out her phone. (On my way). Time to give the traitors a kick in the ***, she thought, as the woman entered the main floor of the labby.

[Mordechai]

Mordechai made his way through the long tunnels searching each cavern closley, looking for clues, keys, anything that would interest the sirens, or Bancroft. Everyone knew he was but a pawn, the question was the identity of the puppet master. The killer headed deeper into the labyrinth of mazes he reached out with a simple Pru’ He knew how she hated when people spoke into her mind, but it was the one infallible method of communication. He waited a moment, letting her get ready, almost always he gave warning before sending longer communiques, “Set up a holding pattern, to block out those behind you, let none pass. If there are others you trust, help should not be denied. I am going deeper, to hunt those who may have slipped buy after the last revenant forced me to leave for healing. I will stop them, and with luck find this lost gem, ensuring it never see the light of day.” A slow smile graced his lips as the lyrics of a song came to mind. He had found this odd site while hacking it was called ‘youtube’ and on it he had heard a song that had slid deep into his soul. Humming softly he headed deeper into the caverns, as the song slid from his lips, paraphrased to fit his ‘family’

There's a storm on the horizon and
My adrenalines running wild.
But I got my sisters standing next to me
So praise the lord and
Pass the ammo
Pru, Zo and Camo
There's a price to be paid
To stay free.

The low rumble of his whispered words was accompanied by a soft snick as the charging handle locked into place and he turned the key to the next floor.

[Prudence]

So, there were spider lovers and then there were those that weren't. Who the **** were the spider lovers? Mordie knew, but he wasn't being very forthcoming with the information. She would have to use her best judgement, because it had gotten her here so far. After all, people didn't even know what the **** they were looking for-other than these keys. But she was willing to bet her *** that behind whatever door those keys opened was the oh, so mysterious, 'heart of the sundering.' Every time she thought about it, all Prudence could think about was that movie 'The titanic.' and that big rock Rose had around her neck. ***** had everything but couldn't find a happy bone in her *** until she met some guy. What a weak *** *****.

SO, Prudence decided she would watch and observe, see who were the spider lovers. But while she did that, Pru sent Mordie a text (Yo! Got any names or pics of guaranteed spider lovers?) She progressed through a few floors, before coming face to face with...Velveteen? Pru gave the woman a quick once over, then tipped her head. Looked like her, but seemed different. Then again, she had only ever seen the woman in passing, so Prudence just shrugged. She was positive the woman was no spider lover, but just as Prudence took another step...


"WOAH!" Prudence said as she crept around a poison trapped laid out and since they were the only two on the floor, she turned around sharply with her gun pointed right at the woman!
"Halt! Spider lover!!" Most people wouldn't think twice about lifting a gun to a vampire, let alone that vampire, but Prudence had **** to do and no spider lover was getting in her way, or slowing her down.

[Satine]

“**** please.”

The response rolled through her semi glossed lips as if she was one step ahead of the weapon wielding woman getting dangerously close to meeting Chester. Nothing like bypassing the formalities of ‘Say my name’ and shooting straight for blood. Satine was down for it. When wasn’t she ready to roll as fast and hard? The ***** aiming for her either had a set hidden somewhere she would truly appreciate or she was tripping on something close to what could be served under the bar back at WonderLand. A sharp click of her Python scaled Mary Janes signaled that she was not into taking orders from complete strangers or she was a few shades of crazy that a gun in her face didn’t phase. The black Louboutin’s offered up two more hints that the petite pencil skirt and white business v neck blouse was still moving around despite the threat made.

“If you own the place then your security needs serious help.” Silver orbs floated casually over the redhead as if the midnight tressed necro had all the time in the world to take in what she was looking at. “Keys to the front door are going like hotcakes in the shops. They are practically handing out pamphlets for where the fun is at on each floor.” Satine’s expression lacked any signs of being impressed. It took a lot to get her there. And even more to deter her when she set her fucked up mind to something. So far it wasn’t happening. “Since you don’t I would advise putting away your peashooter before you lose your lips.” It was then that the fifth trayonic wolf she set eyes on in the last thirty or so minutes appeared from the darkest corner of the given immediate space and headed up from behind the woman still holding the gun. A smirk surfaced widening the corners of her mouth. “Looks like Fluffy wants to play.” If the woman wanted some spider action Satine had all the power to make it happen floor to ceiling.