Tytonidays and Nights - Group 3 (closed)

[Aksel]

---The following is a live action roleplay---


<Nishaa> Nishaa found herself nodding her head. She hated receiving things from others unless that person was taken care of. It was why she was still learning as a sire, she would send them money, and give them weapons and leave them too it. Heck, she had given Abbadon her own weapons leaving her with nothing. It was her mindset. She put people, family especially (Tytonidae was family) before herself. Onyx hair bobbed on her shoulders as she raised her arms grabbing the strands between her fingers and pushing it up into a bun and set it on top of her head with a thick rubber band that was wrapped around her wrist.

“Yes. If you need a hand, Remington. I’m happy to help.” She said, but the way she talked it wasn’t full of that usual sarcastic tone she usually used, this time it was filled with sincerity. She desperately wanted to get out of here. She didn’t have a phobia of small spaces but she didn’t want to put the boy in harms way considering she had only a month or two ago started drinking human blood. She wasn’t addicted per say, but it was alluring to the Necromancer.

<Remington> “Thank you, Nish.” He had been raised in a home where manners were a necessity, punishable if not used. The truth of the matter was that he hadn’t really gotten a grasp on his ability to feed from people. Oh. It wasn’t all the time. There were times when he could feed from someone and be totally fine. But there were others…well those others were best not thought about really. Suffice it to say that he usually pulled his prey from amongst the members of society that nobody would miss. Just in case there was danger that he went a little berserk. His attention turned to Aksel and Helena at that point. Cristiana was still over with the child at the stream, but she could likely hear their conversation. Dawn would be coming soon. He could practically feel it even down where he was under the ground, and when that hit, he was going to be out like a light. Which made for a problem. How were the vampires going to ensure the kid didn’t get himself hurt while they were asleep? “Anyone know how we can knock the child out?” Blunt, as usual.

<Nishaa> She found herself shrugging her shoulders. How did you knock a child out. She had a brilliant idea then, moving to the left she still held the pickaxe in her hands. Palms stretching against the wood. Tightening. “I can knock the child out?” She said with a grin, with her onyx orbs looking down at the pickaxe. She could use the wood to knock him unconscious, simple. It took little to no thinking. “Brilliant idea, right?” She said with a small laugh. She was only half serious, she didn’t know how she felt about hurting a child - but it was the only thing she could think of to get the kid out of the worry-masquerade-line. “If he says anything, we can just say debris hit him.” She shrugged.

<Aksel> Watching Nishaa from the corner of his eyes, his lips twitched as he slowly shook his head. “I am as violent as the next person, but is that not a little dangerous? He is just a child. Striking him could kill him… I do no think that would be helpful.” He let his black gaze slide to the kid, then. “And if you caused him to bleed, it could be very problematic… I think it best we let him wear himself out. Put him to work, let him carry rocks, and he’ll be ready to collapse in no time.” he lifted a brow, hopeful that the idea sounded appealing, at the least, if not preferable to knocking the kid unconscious. He turned to the two of them and frowned. They really didn’t have much. “This is not much to really keep us going… at least we have the tools to dig and the powers to keep us from starving.”

<Remington> Remington was with Aksel on the topic of the kid. He figured it was a lot like that one addled guy from Of Mice and Men. The vampires were strong enough that if they weren’t careful, they could just kill the kid. And then they’d have a corpse on their hand (which wasn’t even a profitable source of sustenance). He wasn’t going to risk it. “I think he’s got a point. We’re going to have to ration the boy’s food out anyway because we don’t know how long we’ll be down here. Without sugar, his energy levels should be controllable.” The words were offered with that same quiet tone he had been using the entire time. He talked about it the way a man with a pet might in regards to their dog. Remi wasn’t exactly good with kids. “Maybe it’s time for us to turn in. We could try watching him in shifts, see if we can think of anything when we’re fresh tomorrow evening.”

Vote off: Helena

[Nishaa]

---The following is a live action roleplay---

<Nishaa> Nishaa shrugged her shoulders. She thought her idea was a good one, but there were times when she had to hold her arms up in defeat. Nishaa was used to bloodshed, she needed it sometimes. It was a great way to vent. She’d never been around kids in this close proximity until tonight. It was new to her, and her first instinct was to knock the kid unconscious and let them get on with their vampire ways. Go Nishaa. “Alright, Alright.” She huffed. “No hurting the kid.” She folded her arms over her chest, and looked almost annoyed - but she knew it was for the best. Better to not be tempted by the boys blood when it ran freely from his skin. “If we are taking shifts. I’ll take the first one, I was knocked out earlier by-” She pointed upwards to the ceiling. “-the debris, so I’m a little more rested than both of you.” She waved them off with the palm of her hands. She didn’t know how comfortable the cavern floor would be. She knew she needed to get more food for the kid too.

<Aksel> Nodding quietly, he rubbed his hands together. At least they had a little bit of an inventory on what it was that they needed, and how to take care of it. They weren’t nearly as bad off as they could have been. He took a shallow breath and passed his hand through his thick shock of ebony curls as he finally stretched his spine since the time he had spent in the small crevice above the cavern. “I think that is a good call. You are also more recently fed than either of us, with that boost you gave yourself. We will take shifts on feeding as well. I will go without tomorrow, and boost Remington. Then Nishaa, and she can boost. Then Remi, and we can both take a day to return that anima. That way, we can stretch our blood the longest possible amount of time, and conserve our power for an emergency. Sound good?”

<Remington> “Alright then. I think we have ourselves a plan. Nish, you can go make sure that Cristiana heard everything?” He asked a second later before he placed his sledge hammer down and dropped to sit against a wall of stone. His legs were pulled in ‘Indian style’ and arms folded over his chest. He wasn’t comfortable, but he could sleep through just about anything. That had actually been part of his training some years before. He’d never thought, at the time, there would be practical application for it. Funny how the universe could kick someone in the shins with foreshadowing. He was there one moment and then he was asleep.

<Nishaa> Waved her arm at Remington. “Alright, I’ll do it. I’ll go steal the kid too, whilst I’m at it.” She went to move when she looked at Aksel and nodding her head, pushing tendrils of raven hair behind her pale ears. “Sounds good to me.” She said before turning to go find Cristiana, who was somewhere down this small cavern area. She turned around to the other two, who were settling down to sleep. “Goodnight, guys.” She said before slipping into the shadows, onyx orbs looking for the Allurist who had been trapped with them. “Cri-” She had watched her convening with the child, knelt on the ground next to him, but she could feel something in the air, there was something shimmering. She could see Cristiana starting to disappear, as if she was being summoned away. Without a moments hesitation she outstretched her hand and attempted to grab her bag, the bag that she knew held the food that the little boy needed.

Nishaa: Fantastic. Looks like Lady Luck is on your side.

Arm outstretched her fingertips fumbled for the strap of the bag, with a tug she grabbed the bag from Cristiana before she had noticed and disappeared from the caverns, leaving her alone with the child. She stood there for a moment, blinking at the boy who hadn’t seen what had just happened. She threw him a wave as she tapped him on the shoulder. “I’m Nishaa.” She said to him. Her tone harsh. “Come on, lets go find the others.” She said, he asked where Cristiana was, and she shrugged her shoulders. She didn’t know how to answer his question.

Vote off: Helena
END OF NIGHT ONE

[Micah]

This concludes the end of round one. Well done. The group rests without issue during the daylight hours but as a consequence to having voted a member off they are woken early in the evening by the child screaming about a monster. Upon further investigation it seems that a fadebeast has mysteriously appeared and is now trapped with the small group. While it seems bound to the one place and is unable to cause any harm unless someone gets too close it is freaking the child out. What do you do? Kill the fadebeast and possibly risk exposure or try and work around it?

You are free to begin round 2.

[Nishaa]

The boy had been good as gold. Nishaa had taught him how to pickpocket. It was an odd thing to do, but it passes the time. The more you keep the kid busy, the easier it would be to make him fall asleep. Though, this experience of being a babysitter made her glad she was dead and unable to have children. They were annoying and clingy – she really didn’t want a career in children care. They smelt funny. Too much effort for someone who liked the laid back life. So the boy (whom she’d started to call midget.) Was pretty decent at stealing things out of her back pocket. She would tell him the best times, and how too it without being noticed. He became a pro in no time.

• ”MIDGET”

She screeched quietly glaring at the child as she outstretched her palm to him, and made a ‘come here’ gesture with her fingertips. Her phone was missing. She wanted it to check the time; she’d been awake all night now. She needed to sleep, she didn’t realise it would be so hard to keep herself awake during the day time. She turned her head over to the two sleeping vampires and shook her head. She debated kicking them both in the back. (for giggles.)

• ”I’m sorry.” He said.
  “Just give me my damn phone.”
  ”Ok…”

The boy handed the device back. As she tapped the unlock button on her phone to look at the battery, about 30% life in it. She glared at the boy. He had been playing a game, she was sure of it. She kept her lips closed. Her pale face seemed to flare up in red. She was obviously about to rage enough that steam would erupt from her ears. Who could blame the woman?

• ”PIP SQUEEK. YOU PLAYED SNAKE, DIDN’T YO—“

She never got to finish her accusation, because in that moment. The boy had dropped the few coins he had in his hand, that were originally from Nishaa’s back pocket and began to scream. His screaming was annoyingly loud. He had his arm raised, and pointing behind her. She raised an eyebrow for a moment. She didn’t think to turn just yet. Maybe he was being funny, and trying to pull a prank.

• ”Very funny.”

She praised the boy. Though he never looked at Nishaa, his gaze was still behind her. So slowly she turned her head around to look at what he was screeching about, only to find in front of her face was a fadebeast that was looking right at her with curious eyes. It took a moment for Nishaa to register exactly what it was, she remembered the damn thing that hugged her in the Eyrie. It was a bone crushing hug too. Left her immobilised on the ground for a while, before Aksel and Reanna stitched her up. The large beast swung it’s claws at the necromancer, and the boy who was stood close to her. Without a seconds hesitation she grabbed the boy and pushed him out of the way of the fadebeasts grasp and range of the claws. They both fell to the ground. Her gaze locked to Remington and Aksel’s sleeping forms. She screamed their names.

• ”REMINGTON, AKSEL, WAKE UP!!!!!!”

She held the child as close to her as possible, protecting him as she noticed the men rouse almost instantly.

[Aksel]

She was so young. There was so much left of her life, so much ahead of her. She couldn’t have been more than seventeen. Her long, raven locks glistened in the gray light of morning. Waves crashed only yards away, the salty spray permeating the air with that damp, briny taste as she glowered at him. Her lips were pursed in an annoyed pout, her dark eyes narrowed in a glare as she crossed her arms over her chest in a haughty huff. “I really do not ******* want to, Aksel.” she snapped, round Chanel shades sliding down her pale brow to rest across the bridge of her nose, hiding those black, angry pools as she seethed. “I want to go home, right now. We were only supposed to go shopping. I do not want anything to do with your ‘friends.’ Either you take me home, or I’m calling Daddy to come get me. Your call.”

Sighing, he waved his hand. She really didn’t give him any choice in the matter at this point. “Okay, Svala, okay… just one more minute and we can go home. I promise.” She curled her lip over her teeth and growled in annoyance. Clearly, she had the very famous Nørgård temper. “**** you. I will be in the car, asshole.” She turned on a heel and snapped to a quick, sharp walk. She was really pissed. She always was when he dragged her along to these “meets” with him. The sound of her heels clicking against the hard stones of the beach faded as she stomped back to the parking lot, just atop the hill. He sighed, and took a drag from a cigarette. He rarely smoked, except when he was meeting up with his dealer. He made a habit of buying rare, expensive blades. There were few that could truly match his exact tastes, and a lot of the time, the blades he bought were stolen, or crafted by an individual not permitted to sale wares in most of the world’s free countries. Svala had her own issues with the authorities to worry about. She didn’t like being dragged into his problems as well.

Ingrid was already late. He glanced to his watch, the expensive Rolex only recently repaired. He shook his head. Ingrid was never late. He sighed, then, and tucked his hand back into the pocket of his jacket as he heard a horn blare from the lot above him. It only took a second before it became a repetitive, pounding pulse of the horn. “God damn it, Svala. You are always so impatient…” he turned, and climbed the hill. As he crested the rise, the horn didn’t stop. His eyes slid to the black BMW as the world around him suddenly filled with a harsh scream. The last thing he saw before the darkness was a solid sheet of brilliant red.



He never slept very soundly. The nightmare visited him every night for the last two years. It was an ugly, fresh scar still on his psyche that he honestly didn’t feel would ever be gone. When Nishaa’s shouts echoed sharply off the cavern wall, he was already practically awake. When his onyx orbs, already half open even in his sleep, snapped to the woman, a new, all too familiar figure lingered near, looming just over her shoulder as she snatched the child away from the spot he had been standing. “Nishaa. Shh. Come here.” he cant his head to her, beckoning her closer. The fadebeast had found its way into the cavern and, rather than taking the lone, unsuspecting vampire by surprise and killing the two of them in their sleep, it had simply settled into a particularly dark corner of the space they had occupied, and had practically left them alone. If Nishaa could move away from the beast, and it didn’t follow, then Aksel had all of the information that he needed to have. When she moved, the beast remained in the shadowy recess that it had found shelter in.

His eyes slid to Remington, who was certainly as quickly roused as he had been by the harsh shouting in such a small space. “I think it might have been summoned here… it has been bound to that corner.” he whispered, his voice low enough to be drowned out by a shallow breath, loud enough for the man next to him to hear. He placed his hand on his hip, his knife still strapped faithfully to the belt. Bound as the beast was, it offered an issue only if the corner of space was actually needed. If they kept their distance, it would remain docile, and they would have no need of risking the child’s suspicion by attempting to lock themselves in combat with the formidable creature and potentially wound themselves further in a time where remaining at full strength was absolutely essential. When Nishaa drew closer, he frowned. “I think the shadows just frightened you guys. It must have been the reflection of that stream against the wall, see? You can see it better from here.”

His eyes said everything he needed to say. The child needed to be calmed, and assured that there was nothing in the corner for them to worry about. It was important that they made it through this, and he knew that they were entirely capable. They were more than capable, even with their new fellow captive.

One good piece of news came with the fadebeast. If it could get in… “There is a way out. At the very least, there is a way for air to get in.” The greatest fear had been lifted. If air could get in and out of the cave in, the fear of a slow, agonizing death by suffocation didn’t have to be on any of their minds for the child. “But I think it would be best if we kept away from that spot. It is particularly dark, and someone may get hurt.”

[Remington Rothfelder]

He awoke to the sound of screaming, and in that moment, chaos was as much a part of Remington as he was made of flesh and bone. He didn’t dream, hadn’t for years really, though that was probably because he had a lot of time to get lost in his own head. All those hours of working towards physical perfection had that effect, because they granted him ample opportunity to reflect on his own life and the world around him. It was a big part of why he wasn’t constantly given to the fits of rage that had predominated his teenage years. He was standing in an instant, his eyes flashing with purpose. His sledge hammer was grasped, and he very nearly flung it through the head of the fadebeast. He stopped himself when he caught sight of the origin of that terror.

The young child.

The hammer fell heavy to the ground, and Aksel beckoned for Nishaa to draw closer. Remington figured out almost immediately what the other man was going for. His silent nod of approval was offered. And then realization struck him. “What if the fadebeast is blocking the way out?” Which. Was entirely possible. In fact, it was very likely. He was the sort of guy who normally would have taken things into his own hands and just struck it down, but he wasn’t about to make a move without his group. They could discuss it amongst themselves like adults and find a reasonable solution. Meaning that the immediate issue was to take care of the mayor’s kid. He looked absolutely terrified, and while Nishaa was clutching him close, the truth of the matter was that a fadebeast was unnerving even to some vampires.

So Remi plucked the kid up off his feet, like he weighed absolutely nothing. The next thing anyone knew, the boy’s legs were drape over the shadow’s shoulders and the kid was holding onto Remi’s hair like it was some kind of reigns. “Hey. Hey. What’s all this screaming? You think that’s scary? You should see Nishaa when she’s not had her coffee.” He replied, even as he abruptly turned his back to face towards the caved in portion of the tunnel. He strode towards it, even as the confuse child attempted to look back at the monster. The idea was to get him distracted. “You watch any of those crumby kids shows? Like uhhhh, what’s that one where they got the guy who builds stuff?”

“Bob the Builder?”

“Yeah, that’s the one.”

“Nah, it’s stupid. I’m more of a Sesame Street kinda guy.” He was clearly trying to sound tougher in the presence of a super hero.

“Oh yeah? A man after my own heart. But see, that building show is good for one thing. We have to start clearing away these rocks. You think you can help out?” He asked, before he placed the boy down feet first in front of the pile of rocks. He then snatched up his sledge hammer again and moved it closer. “Can you lift that?” he asked.

The kid tried a couple of times. Failed.

Shook his head.

“We’ll figure something out, bratticus.” Remi said with a chuckle.

Dice Roll: Reminton succeeded at distracting the little boy.

[Nishaa]

She wasn’t the type of person to take a liking to children, but something in her bones told her to look after this boy. She needed to really, if anybody noticed the fact that he was either a) dead or b) missing, well someone would to look for him, and they’d find three vampires in an enclosed space. Her eyes looked to the males who were now rousing no thanks to Nishaa’s loud bark of an order, or it could have been the childs screams moments ago. She noticed that Aksel was the first to sit up straight. His eyes lazily looked at the direction of the fadebeast, then drew back to Nishaa and the child in her arms. She gave him a slight shrug with her shoulders.

He beckoned her then, as he canted his head and she made her way over plopping the child on the ground beside her as she drew in close to Aksel, listening to him as her onyx orbs looked over towards Remington as he was also stirring from his sleep. She was tired. As she rubbed at the back of her head with the palm of her hand.

• ”Yeah it has been, and yeah it is bound to the corner. Took a swipe at the child.”

She shrugged her shoulders. Watching Remington get up. He came over to them, and made a comment about her and coffee. She did miss coffee, it had been a long time since she had tasted that hot, sexy brown liquid she used to drink every morning. It kept her alert. She snickered, but soon quickly enough scowled at the man. She wasn’t cranky.

• ”Fu--… shut up Remington.”

She said, poking her long tongue out of her mouth, trying very carefully to hide her fangs from the child. It had been a feat so far, but she was doing alright so far. She then watched Remington distract the boy. Which gave her time to look back at Aksel.

• ”We need to find a way out. Or even kill the fadebeast. It’s dangerous, keeping it here like it’s some kind of pet.”

She growled and turned her dark orbs onto the corner in which the beast sat, biding its time before it could stick it’s claws into someone, something that it had been summoned for.

[Aksel]

Shaking his head, he watched as Remington relieved Nishaa of the child. It was funny, the way the man was so naturally able to distract the kid. He would have never have thought him capable of something like that, not on that level of ease, anyway. That’s the thing about people, you can never tell what they’ll be like in a situation like this until it actually happens. He turned to the woman at his side when he was sure that the child was out of the way, his attention on the man and the tasks that he had laid out before him.

“I think our best option is to get that fadebeast as far away from the child as we can. Remington has his attention, now is the best time to do it. I know you’re tired, but do you think you can keep the thing distracted long enough for me to take a good shot at it?” He knew the woman was likely far more capable than he to take the shot and down the beast herself than he was, but she had just spent an entire day forcing herself to keep conscious, after the entire night prior. He wasn’t sure that she would be at the top of her ability and right now, they could afford only as few mistakes as possible. Letting her go at the thing alone, she would certainly find herself injured, at the least. “I don’t think we should risk taking any chances. Two of us could take it down easy and quiet. Keep the kid busy enough and he won’t even be paying any attention to what we are doing. I think we could both walk out of it unharmed.”

He reached into his pack, the suppressor to his machine pistol fit easily into a small fabric pocket sewn into the wall of the pack making it easy to find. He pulled the weapon from its holster at his thigh and began to screw the silencer into the barrel’s mouth. It was typical of him to keep the weapon silenced, but in the mines, he didn’t see himself really using the gun, and had left it disassembled. Stealth and subtlety were his forte. Becoming invisible, like he was never really there, that was Aksel’s true power. So bland and ordinary, that he could slip into any crowd and you would never see his face. A true, cold murderer in a throng of the innocent. It had made his life here all the more interesting.

He turned to Remington, giving the man a nod. Nonverbal communication. Keep the kid busy. If he spoke aloud, he risked distracting the kid again, gathering his attention. That was the last thing they needed. He glanced back to Nishaa as she rested at his side, onyx gaze appraising her, looking her over. She looked exhausted, but adrenaline was flowing through her. He could see it in the way she almost trembled in anticipation. The beast had startled her. Good. She would need to be awake for this. He gave her a nod as well, then tipped his head to the creature lurking in the dark corner, making its unholy vigil in a place where it had no business being. His thumb moved to the pistol’s safety, snapping it free as he readied the weapon in his hand. He was ready.

[Remington Rothfelder]

“You suck at this.” The kid said, apparently wanting to get Remington back for having teased him about his inability to lift the sledge hammer. Since that point, Remi had hefted the thing so that he could swing at the wall. The problem was being careful, because he could smash against the stone with enough impact to send the pieces explosively in every direction. But that would have been superhuman, and while the kid might not have recognized it – if he were to describe it to someone later, that would constitute a violation of the masquerade. The vampire had to be a wolf in sheep’s clothing, careful not to use more of his natural gifts than necessary. As such, he was only chipping away tiny bits and pieces of the wall at a time.

“You smell.” Remi retorted. The boy looked vaguely scandalized.

“You’re ugly!” The high pitched retort.

“*****.” The kid’s eyes went wide in surprise and then he glanced around briefly as if to make sure nobody had heard. Then he giggled like mad. Remi shook his head at the sight, sighed, and reached into one of his pockets so that he could pull out his iPod and headphones. He tapped a couple of times and Fight Music by D12 began to play loudly through the earbuds. He leaned to stuff both of them into the kid’s head with a little grin. “There you go, bratticus. Consider this your introduction to rap. We’ll make a soldier outta you yet.”

The kid looked at him with confusion.

Oh right. He couldn’t hear over the music. Remi ruffled his hair and caught sight of Aksel, the look the man gave him. A nod was offered in return. He had it covered. While Remington’s younger brothers had been born later in his life (around the age of 14), he had been around when they had been young enough to start developing their own personalities and attitudes. He knew how to work with kids, just didn’t really advertise as much because that sort of thing was usually associated with feminine traits.

He went back to hammering lightly (relatively) against the wall, and between the music and his actions, the kid appeared to be pretty enthralled in the moment, which left the Fadebeast open for Nishaa and Aksel to handle.

[Nishaa]

Nishaa slowly nodded her head. She understood what Aksel was saying, she looked over to corner in which the fadebeast sat, waiting for someone to make it’s way into it’s grasp. A shadow hunter. That’s what their were. Freaks of nature. Nishaa wasn’t afraid of these beasts, she could summon these beasts if we could, sometimes she’d summon one to try her hand at it. For experience, the best way to take them downs. It was all things she liked to do in her spare time. When she wasn’t collecting things for the faction. She noticed that Aksel had a gun on hand; he was already assembling it, and pulling off the safety.

• ”I can distract the fadebeast, don’t worry about me. Seriously.”

She could feel his worried gaze on her, as she smiled at him. Pulling at the hem of her shirt down. It was dirty. Probably smelly too. She hated to smell, but being trapped down here with no showers – it was hell. Her hair, her hair was just diabolical. It looked like someone had grabbed a hairbrush and brushed her hair backwards, no matter how many times she tried to calm the tendrils, they just wouldn’t listen.

Nishaa trembled, adrenaline coursed through her. It was the only thing that kept her awake. The anticipation of the kill, the thrill of the fight. If this fadebeast wasn’t here. She’d be curled up in a ball on the stone floor, snoring away. This though, this would keep her awake for another day. She pulled out her small kitchen knife from its hiding place inside her boot and began to play with it, the tip of the blade twirling in her grasp. The metal tip pushed against her fingertip drawing a little bit of blood. Nishaa didn’t care though. She liked pain it made her feel alive.

He nodded to her then, giving her the signal for the distraction to begin so she did, she nodded her head in return and slipped forward, circling the beast. It looked at her, watched her moves as she brought her knife out and took a slice at it – she missed, which she assumed was down to exhaustion but kept going. Nishaa continued to keep it’s attention. Onyx orbs glinting with adrenaline as she kept on dodging the beast as it swung at her.

The gunshot rang through the cavern area. It was muzzled, the sound of a suppressor, but she knew the shot had been fired – by Aksel, as she looked up to find the person at the end of the trigger. She threw him a smile, a smile that said ‘We did it’ as the fadebeast in front of collapsed and dispersed into nothingness.