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In every person, they had a spirit, which, vampires did, there were certain types of spirits or driving forces that Atabei had learned about when she was a young girl. Before her people were killed, imprisoned and enslaved and practiced the way they were free to. Most that practiced Haitian Voodoo were not associated or tied to the Petro belief system, almost everyone practiced the Rada. Atabei did not practice the darker side of Voodoo until later on in her life, when she was separated from her family and sold to the America's not long after that.

The one that Atabei was preoccupied with had the spirit of an Ogoun deep within him and even further yet, a bit of anger in him. She wasn't judging, he was who he was and that was the way he would be. The mention of bullets did little to distract her, or the sound of his voice in her ear. It does however, make her pull back and let out a hollow chuckle, his blood rolling down her chin. "Say da 'un wit' no leg and 'un eye. Gun take mo' den sum white man's weapons ta help yous tonight."

The vampire that was beneath her made his fate worse than it was going to be when he made the threat to the dark skinned woman. She clicked her tongue, brought her right hand to her lips and tore into the palm with her fangs. This brought her blood to the surface, before she wrapped that very hand around the injured limb with no leg. Atabei's attempt? To bring the vampire more pain to the remaining appendage that hadn't been cut off with her corrosive blood, as she dragged him towards the front door of the warehouse.

OOC Note: Atabei has corrosive blood rp power.

Atabei Narcisse Another PC Moderate Endurance related Lecovio drag him to the door Succeeded

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Ripper attempted to overpower Atabei Narcisse, and was successful!

He had taken the card from her fingers automatically, barely noting the establishment and recognizing it as one that was familiar to him before the function of the paper became redundant and fell uncategorised to the city pavement. It was with a sharp shock of surprise that his attention had finally followed after the direction of her notice and quite suddenly all thoughts of private businesses or feeding or was completely banished from his mind entirely.

It was the very same Mystic whose life he had shielded just previously who was already involved once more in yet another struggle where fate did not seem to be destined in lending them a hand. Instead of waiting around for this hapless man to form a verbal reply for Kitten's query, Ripper tapped unheeding into some hidden reserves of primal energy and crossed over the short distance between in a spurt of several blinks.

Using his one remaining hand to then grapple with this feral elder person, the Killer lifts them bodily up off from the floor in a desperately planned attempt of keep her incapacitated pinned down against the metal walls making up this warehouse.

The pugnacious vampire strains fervently with taught neck muscles. She clawed, thrashed and bit at him like a wolverine trying to get freed and his thoughts were doubtful about how even fully ambidextrous what now his chances were of keeping her incapacitated for long before the caustic vitae initially seeped over his flesh unexpectedly and searing him in a burn that caused to howl and swear.

Kitteh had studied the woman closely while she was being occupied by that human she dug into the woman's mind to see what she was planning to do with him next, either kill the poor sap, or turn him, or whichever, she had forgotten that Ripper was close by, Kitteh is a professional at what she does, an intense Medium at best as well a Hacker using her mind to say people's thoughts possible force them to take other actions against what they had currently planned on taking or perhaps manipulating a machine near by to use as a distraction for either vampire within the area or human.

Her goal was to protect that human and drag his *** to safety and let the other two Ripper and that creature dumbfounded as to what the hell just happened... that was the thought that came to mind and Kitteh just had that evil grin on her face, her eyes became dark and perhaps even a slight chance of a slit in them but you would have to look extremely close to see them if she had them. The dragon within her spirit was slowly possessing her true forum and of course, she did not mind one single bit.

Kitteh had decided upon herself to use Mind shield on that woman the feel of power radiant throughout the area was strong but being a telepathy Kitteh learned some new tricks up her sleeve to block certain things out possible? She had cast Mind Block on the Female that is about to hurt that human. Kitteh maybe a beast of the night but she don't like it when others actually hurt what they are feeding on and the male in question was bad off as it were.

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Grumpykitty attempted to overpower Atabei Narcisse, but the attempt was a failure!

Ember hadn't been in the city long enough to make a name for herself. She hadn't many contacts, resources, holdings, or the sort of information that could make her an asset or a liability to anyone, really. She meant to remedy that.

Hubris. It would either assist her in achieving the coveted means for achieving her ignoble goals or it would get her killed. She was an intrepid young woman with the brash confidence to take her chances, either way. The degenerate young woman hadn't meant to have chosen this particular location as a rendezvous point with a minor contact who had likely noticed the increased activity in the area and scurried away to take refuge in some sordid hovel.

Whether it was or not a fortuitous happenstance was currently debatable. Dressed in dark, inconspicuous clothing, she attempts to flatten herself against a stack of wooden pallets stored to the side of one of the warehouse buildings and to simply observe.

From an inner pocket of the leather jacket encasing her slender frame, she withdraws a compact of pressed-powder. Vain though she may be, she wasn't checking her still-intact lipstick. Instead, she angles the mirror to study the reflected images of those around her... or the lack thereof.

A new vampire arrived on the scene from seemingly no where, taking Atabei by surprise. A very short, lived surprise. She was pulled away from the vampire she intended to bring down to the sewer depths below the city by the unknown assailant, and pinned against the cool metal walls of the nameless building.

He was much stronger than her, but that was the way things went sometimes. There was always someone stronger, someone smarter, and someone better in some aspect out there. But, the thing about this elder, was that the woman had the will to survive at any cost. Even if that meant taking drastic measures.

Atabei was no stranger to self mutilation in some aspects. When she did rituals, the woman often sacrificed some form of herself to appease the almighty lwa that she both respected and worshiped. While she thrashed around under the pretense of escaping, Atabei's tongue found the space between her upper and lower teeth on the right side, before the woman bit down on her tongue with solid resound and ferocity.

Her tongue, not bit in half, was moved to the center of her mouth, before she spit it and the blood that pooled in her mouth from the self-inflicted wound right in the vampire's face. The smell of burning flesh was something she wasn't unfamiliar with, but still had a stench to it that no one could miss-even the dark necromancer.

Atabei Narcisse Another PC Moderate Reactionary/ Awareness Ripper Spit corrosive blood in face Succeeded

That action alone was too much for him to withstand in the state that he was and instinctively he clasped a hand across his burning eyeball, letting go of the necraut and letting her drop lithely to the floor.

For a couple of seconds he stumbled around in pain, totally vulnerable to her open attack as he tried to clear the caustic miasma by daubed at it fervently and until his vision was restored.

It wasn't working. Blindly he lurched like a drunk inside a darkened room; stopping still afterwards to silence the sounds of his own movements and let his other senses weigh in for him.

"Kitten! Grab him and get out! I handle things here."

Delete this, please. LOL

When she grabbed Ripper she pulled him to safety, her place was just around the corner. For some reason, this creature was more than she could handle at this time, but she did put the face of this creature to memory for later use, perhaps revenge for harming a friend. "allow me to help you, Ripper. " She said to him in a soft voice more tender than usual for her state of mind. Kitteh, yea, going insane if not already. Kitteh made sure she was a few feet away from that thing hopefully out of range of whatever just came out of her mouth.

As for the other human/vampire, she was unsure about that one, didn't get quite a good look at him, other than the obvious missing limb. She would have to find him later to make sure he was okay, hopefully, she wouldn't find his bones in the sewer or rotting flesh or a pile of ash whichever came first. Once she had dragged Ripper to the Dragon's nest she contacted Noelle and told her what had just happened and that he's safe in the basement for now till the sun goes down or if Noelle would come get him. She did have basement access so it was safe to leave during the daytime if needed.

Tries to drag Ripper off to safty