City of the Truly Dead Dead [Open]
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City of the Truly Dead Dead [Open]
As much as Elliot tried to stick the philosophy that his weapon was his guitar, and that he could get through this unlife without ever having to pick up a gun or a sword (******* swords, who’d have thought they’d regress into the dark ages?!) he very soon came to realise that such a thing would never be possible. Not only were the occupants of this city unnecessarily but undeniably hellbent on violence and destruction—and one needed to wield real weapons in order to either defend oneself or at least appear menacing—there was a whole other side to Elliot Lancaster d’Artois that he could not deny. Just like everyone else in this city was undeniably violent, so too was he. The only difference being that he hid his penchant for slaughter. He did not boast to all and sundry about how skilled he could be. Many people assumed him weak. He was often called a Hippie. Fine. So be it. It could only ever work in his favour.
These were the kinds of raids Elliot preferred, though—not only were these ‘Cities of the Dead’ dreadfully curious and intriguing, but the creatures that populated them were in no shape or form human. They never were human. Gangsters and Hunters were human. Perhaps completely deserving of death, and they did taste death at Elliot’s hand when required, but human nonetheless. And thus able to incite Elliot’s guilt and shame. Here, however? Nothing resembling a human except the vampires he fought alongside. He could give in to his undeniable violence with freedom and disregard. He could finally try and have a little bit of fun.
The rotting, stinking wolf lay dead at the tall man’s feet. Muck and grime coloured Elliot’s jeans, and the white, dotted, button-up shirt that he wore. The collar was open. The sleeves shoved messily up to the elbows. He blew the hair from his gleaming eyes as he dropped to his haunches to see what he could find – not that he used any of these things himself, for any reason. He had a vague list in his head of the things the ritualists or crafters might need. Or things that he might be able to make a pretty penny from on the Auctions, or just through the regular shops. Not that he really needed the extra money. This having money thing was an entirely new concept to the former busker, who once lived day to day with barely enough room for board and food. He’d been happy, then. He had nothing to complain about.
But nor could he really complain about the security one felt, having a stockpile of money under one’s belt.
Sure, Elliot was vaguely aware that there was something slightly odd about these sudden hidden compartments in the catacombs. He’d thought he knew the catacombs like the back of his hand. Just went to show that one didn’t have to always travel to discover and experience new things; Elliot was coming to realise that even remaining stagnant in one city, he was still discovering and experiencing new things every day. He was slowly realising that the world was only as small as you made it. And he was slowly realising that Harper Rock was never quite as small as he had assumed.
These were the kinds of raids Elliot preferred, though—not only were these ‘Cities of the Dead’ dreadfully curious and intriguing, but the creatures that populated them were in no shape or form human. They never were human. Gangsters and Hunters were human. Perhaps completely deserving of death, and they did taste death at Elliot’s hand when required, but human nonetheless. And thus able to incite Elliot’s guilt and shame. Here, however? Nothing resembling a human except the vampires he fought alongside. He could give in to his undeniable violence with freedom and disregard. He could finally try and have a little bit of fun.
The rotting, stinking wolf lay dead at the tall man’s feet. Muck and grime coloured Elliot’s jeans, and the white, dotted, button-up shirt that he wore. The collar was open. The sleeves shoved messily up to the elbows. He blew the hair from his gleaming eyes as he dropped to his haunches to see what he could find – not that he used any of these things himself, for any reason. He had a vague list in his head of the things the ritualists or crafters might need. Or things that he might be able to make a pretty penny from on the Auctions, or just through the regular shops. Not that he really needed the extra money. This having money thing was an entirely new concept to the former busker, who once lived day to day with barely enough room for board and food. He’d been happy, then. He had nothing to complain about.
But nor could he really complain about the security one felt, having a stockpile of money under one’s belt.
Sure, Elliot was vaguely aware that there was something slightly odd about these sudden hidden compartments in the catacombs. He’d thought he knew the catacombs like the back of his hand. Just went to show that one didn’t have to always travel to discover and experience new things; Elliot was coming to realise that even remaining stagnant in one city, he was still discovering and experiencing new things every day. He was slowly realising that the world was only as small as you made it. And he was slowly realising that Harper Rock was never quite as small as he had assumed.
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Re: City of the Truly Dead Dead [Open]
It was one of those nights. You know those nights. The nights when you want to do something but the normal hum drum just isn't enough. That was how Charlie was feeling currently. She sighed a little as she crossed the street. She didn't even feel like driving tonight. She made her way over to the station and decided to do something she had only done once before. Visit the catacombs. Target practice. That would do her some good, right? That's what she thought. Charlie slipped her earbuds into her ears and turned on her usual playlist of Queen, The Eagles, The Clash, Jimmi Hendrix. All the good old stuff. At least, in her opinion. Others didn't usually agree with her more mature taste in music. She continued to listen to the music until the transit was stopping at her stop at Cherrydale.
It wasn't long until she was moving into the graveyard and past the old church into the mausoleum. From there it was just a short little jaunt down into the southern part of the catacombs. When Charlie got there she was was glad because there were two Zombies just waiting for her to lay into. Lay into them she did. Both of which went down with almost no fight at all, sure, she missed, she was still learning after all and these older zombies were a bit more cunning than the ones she had come face to face with in the Quarantine Zone.
This is how Charlie continued to make her way through until she noticed something that she had only seen top side before. A bunch of people that seemed to be lining up to slip into a hidden door that they had found. Oooh, A raid... Yay! she thought to herself, though it wasn't real joy she felt. The last raid had been a bit of a disappointment. This one, she hoped would be a much better one. Especially since she was seeming to hold her own with dead things. Things that when she looked at them still had to pinch herself because really, who would ever believe. Zombies. Real. True to life. Zombies. Charlie felt like she had entered a Romero film, and she had been doing this for a couple months now.
She moved over to this door that people had been slipping into and was shocked to see just how many people were there. How in the world could the humans of this city not know about vampires? Look at how many of them there were and just in this one room alone. With a soft sigh, she checked her gun, making sure that there was a round in the chamber. She had changed the clip just before she had entered the room so she knew that was ready to go. It was then that Charlie noticed the stench. How in the world had she missed that for the first few seconds that it took her to get over the shock of how many people were in the room alone. Some were camped out, waiting for the perfect shot while others were moving around in and out of the different chambers and halls. She took a step to the left and noticed something shimmering, she smiled and hopped over to it. It was a rather nice looking longsword. If anything else, it would catch a pretty penny in the shops. And it seemed that was about to be the end of her luck, because just as she looked up from tucking the sword into her bag, she heard it.
The low sound of a growl. What the? Seriously? How in the hell did wolves get down here. And then it came out of the shadows and she saw why it was down here. Oh my freaking... are you ******* shitting me? she thought to herself as she saw the wolf that resembled something she had seen in one of those Resident Evil movies and games. The thing wasn't just scary as all hell, it was ugly as sin and she was pretty sure that the live ones smelled worse than the dead ones. She pulled her gun out and tried to shoot the thing, but she missed. Again she tried and again, she missed. She backed up as she tried to get a better angle on this thing, but she just couldn't. Not only was the thing fast, but she was shaking from what she only could hope was adrenaline and not fear, and it made it hard to aim the small but powerful gun.
As the thing advanced, she took another step back, trying to keep this thing at a very far distance, but as she backed up she felt hard stone against her back. **** she thought as she looked at this thing. That's when the thing jumped at her and even though she was getting a great deal better with her powers, she couldn't help the shrill of fear that left her mouth as she tried to dodge it. The damn claws caught her arm and ripped it open. The only good thing was that a lot of the animal's attack had made the thing head but the wall behind her. This gave her the opportunity she needed to slip away from the creature. She turned back to make sure the thing wasn't following her, and she was happy to see it wasn't but as she started to make her way out, she turned back just in time to run smack into something or someone.
It wasn't long until she was moving into the graveyard and past the old church into the mausoleum. From there it was just a short little jaunt down into the southern part of the catacombs. When Charlie got there she was was glad because there were two Zombies just waiting for her to lay into. Lay into them she did. Both of which went down with almost no fight at all, sure, she missed, she was still learning after all and these older zombies were a bit more cunning than the ones she had come face to face with in the Quarantine Zone.
This is how Charlie continued to make her way through until she noticed something that she had only seen top side before. A bunch of people that seemed to be lining up to slip into a hidden door that they had found. Oooh, A raid... Yay! she thought to herself, though it wasn't real joy she felt. The last raid had been a bit of a disappointment. This one, she hoped would be a much better one. Especially since she was seeming to hold her own with dead things. Things that when she looked at them still had to pinch herself because really, who would ever believe. Zombies. Real. True to life. Zombies. Charlie felt like she had entered a Romero film, and she had been doing this for a couple months now.
She moved over to this door that people had been slipping into and was shocked to see just how many people were there. How in the world could the humans of this city not know about vampires? Look at how many of them there were and just in this one room alone. With a soft sigh, she checked her gun, making sure that there was a round in the chamber. She had changed the clip just before she had entered the room so she knew that was ready to go. It was then that Charlie noticed the stench. How in the world had she missed that for the first few seconds that it took her to get over the shock of how many people were in the room alone. Some were camped out, waiting for the perfect shot while others were moving around in and out of the different chambers and halls. She took a step to the left and noticed something shimmering, she smiled and hopped over to it. It was a rather nice looking longsword. If anything else, it would catch a pretty penny in the shops. And it seemed that was about to be the end of her luck, because just as she looked up from tucking the sword into her bag, she heard it.
The low sound of a growl. What the? Seriously? How in the hell did wolves get down here. And then it came out of the shadows and she saw why it was down here. Oh my freaking... are you ******* shitting me? she thought to herself as she saw the wolf that resembled something she had seen in one of those Resident Evil movies and games. The thing wasn't just scary as all hell, it was ugly as sin and she was pretty sure that the live ones smelled worse than the dead ones. She pulled her gun out and tried to shoot the thing, but she missed. Again she tried and again, she missed. She backed up as she tried to get a better angle on this thing, but she just couldn't. Not only was the thing fast, but she was shaking from what she only could hope was adrenaline and not fear, and it made it hard to aim the small but powerful gun.
As the thing advanced, she took another step back, trying to keep this thing at a very far distance, but as she backed up she felt hard stone against her back. **** she thought as she looked at this thing. That's when the thing jumped at her and even though she was getting a great deal better with her powers, she couldn't help the shrill of fear that left her mouth as she tried to dodge it. The damn claws caught her arm and ripped it open. The only good thing was that a lot of the animal's attack had made the thing head but the wall behind her. This gave her the opportunity she needed to slip away from the creature. She turned back to make sure the thing wasn't following her, and she was happy to see it wasn't but as she started to make her way out, she turned back just in time to run smack into something or someone.
Reality is a thing of the past!
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Re: City of the Truly Dead Dead [Open]
These raids were something new, and thus seemingly more popular than those he was used to. Strange, how there could be so many vampires in one place, and yet Elliot could hardly name any of them. The majority he did not know. There were a couple whose faces he could recognise, who he could nod to in silent greeting as he passed them in some hall or other. But none that he felt any pure urge to stop for conversation. He’d come to realise that there weren’t too many of his kind that he respected. Of course, he would never let them know that, and he wouldn’t even really admit it to himself. In the end, he always waited for someone to prove themselves. Always gave them second chances. Never judged solely on first impressions.
Anyway, Elliot didn’t come to these places to socialise. He didn’t come to find people he may or may not know, and normally kept his head down in order specifically to avoid conversations. He wasn’t sure, exactly, why he was so ashamed to be seen anyway. People did know him as a kind of peacekeeper. As someone who loathed violence. He didn’t like to be seen because he didn’t want that image of himself to change; he wasn’t sure whether it because he was ashamed of being accepted as one of them, or because he wanted to keep an air of mystery—oh, he knew he was bordering on hypocrisy. He knew that he ought to just let it go. To just not think about it. Think of the moment, and of nothing else. It was what he made a vow to do, then and there. He started to think of only the moment…
…and of how ludicrous it seemed to find a ******* key on one of these creatures. Because there was a door. A locked door that required a key. And he had to find a key in order to get past the locked door—because seriously, why should no one think of finding a stone and wedging it open?! He wondered whether it might not be more profitable were he to search hidden compartments in the walls. Maybe find some kind of… hell, he didn’t know. He didn’t know what was kept down here, or for what purpose, or where a damned key might be hidden.
He straightened to his full six-foot-six height to glance around. He narrowed his eyes to penetrate the gloom. He had a messenger bag slung over his shoulders, within which he was keeping what loot he could find. He shifted the hair from his eyes with a flick of his head—no way he was pushing his grimy fingers through it. He was about to head North when he collided with another body. A woman, who had an air of haste about her. Elliot held her shoulders to steady both herself and him; he could feel that anxiety thrum from her body, through his fingertips. He let her go, only to find his hand all tangled with the wires attached to earbuds. Music emanated from the earbuds; his head cocked to the side, unable to help himself as he tried to pick up the tune. All Along the Watchtower. Elliot smirked—even hummed along for a snippet. He nodded as he untangled the earbud and held it out to the woman.
”Nice taste,” he said, complimentary.
”Probably not such a grand place to be listenin’ to music, though,” he said, still smirking. He assumed one would need one’s ears to listen for approaching prey, as well as one’s eyes. Smell wasn’t so much a factor, seeing as the place stunk to high-heavens anyway. His accent was thick—something he never dropped, regardless of rarely returning home after he left it when he was eighteen years old.
Anyway, Elliot didn’t come to these places to socialise. He didn’t come to find people he may or may not know, and normally kept his head down in order specifically to avoid conversations. He wasn’t sure, exactly, why he was so ashamed to be seen anyway. People did know him as a kind of peacekeeper. As someone who loathed violence. He didn’t like to be seen because he didn’t want that image of himself to change; he wasn’t sure whether it because he was ashamed of being accepted as one of them, or because he wanted to keep an air of mystery—oh, he knew he was bordering on hypocrisy. He knew that he ought to just let it go. To just not think about it. Think of the moment, and of nothing else. It was what he made a vow to do, then and there. He started to think of only the moment…
…and of how ludicrous it seemed to find a ******* key on one of these creatures. Because there was a door. A locked door that required a key. And he had to find a key in order to get past the locked door—because seriously, why should no one think of finding a stone and wedging it open?! He wondered whether it might not be more profitable were he to search hidden compartments in the walls. Maybe find some kind of… hell, he didn’t know. He didn’t know what was kept down here, or for what purpose, or where a damned key might be hidden.
He straightened to his full six-foot-six height to glance around. He narrowed his eyes to penetrate the gloom. He had a messenger bag slung over his shoulders, within which he was keeping what loot he could find. He shifted the hair from his eyes with a flick of his head—no way he was pushing his grimy fingers through it. He was about to head North when he collided with another body. A woman, who had an air of haste about her. Elliot held her shoulders to steady both herself and him; he could feel that anxiety thrum from her body, through his fingertips. He let her go, only to find his hand all tangled with the wires attached to earbuds. Music emanated from the earbuds; his head cocked to the side, unable to help himself as he tried to pick up the tune. All Along the Watchtower. Elliot smirked—even hummed along for a snippet. He nodded as he untangled the earbud and held it out to the woman.
”Nice taste,” he said, complimentary.
”Probably not such a grand place to be listenin’ to music, though,” he said, still smirking. He assumed one would need one’s ears to listen for approaching prey, as well as one’s eyes. Smell wasn’t so much a factor, seeing as the place stunk to high-heavens anyway. His accent was thick—something he never dropped, regardless of rarely returning home after he left it when he was eighteen years old.
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Re: City of the Truly Dead Dead [Open]
Charlie glanced up at the person she had run into as she let out a quiet and a bit rushed "Sorry 'bout that!" So wrapped up in the idea of getting away from these beasts that she knew she would stand no chance against, Charlie hadn't even noticed that the guy had taken hold of her until he let her go, or at least tried to anyways. He had got his hands caught in the white wires of her iPhone head set, effectively tugging them free from her ears. She hadn't even realized she had had them in. Then again, music was so ingrained in her, she had her own personal soundtrack and most of it was even before her time. He started humming along to the song she had currently playing and she smirked a bit as she took the bud from his grasp.
He was probably right, this wasn't exactly the best place to listen while hunting for things to shoot at. Though of course, there were perks, she realized, to being what she was. Even with her music in her ears, she could still hear things no human could hear with music playing. "Thanks, and you're probably right about that." She said as she paused her music pulled the earphones to drape around her shoulders as if it were a towel. "What can I say though, I'm a girl that likes to listen to music when she's shooting things." She added before she took a look at the male, handsome, classically so, but this wasn't a place to pick up someone, not that she needed nor wanted to pick someone up in such a place.
Charlie glanced over her shoulder as she heard a growl, the thing had obviously followed her scent of cinnamon and vanilla, she pretty much smelled of freshly baked cookies. She turned and then took a step back, totally forgetting the guy had been there as she once again shot for the wolf and missed, accidentally bumping I to the male again. She had to get out of here. Was it cowardly? Probably, but she just chalked it up to she liked her life more than she liked taking the wolves, or at least attempting too.
"Excuse me!" She said in haste as she once again tried to run and found herself face down on the floor with the wolf on her back, his claws ripping into her shoulders as she tried to throw it off. "Get. Off. You. Smelly. Son. Of. A. *****!!!" She grunted as she grabbed at the thing to keep it from trying to take her head. She tried to use her powers to confuse the beast but it didn't work the way she thought as it stopped but then started to shake it off.
He was probably right, this wasn't exactly the best place to listen while hunting for things to shoot at. Though of course, there were perks, she realized, to being what she was. Even with her music in her ears, she could still hear things no human could hear with music playing. "Thanks, and you're probably right about that." She said as she paused her music pulled the earphones to drape around her shoulders as if it were a towel. "What can I say though, I'm a girl that likes to listen to music when she's shooting things." She added before she took a look at the male, handsome, classically so, but this wasn't a place to pick up someone, not that she needed nor wanted to pick someone up in such a place.
Charlie glanced over her shoulder as she heard a growl, the thing had obviously followed her scent of cinnamon and vanilla, she pretty much smelled of freshly baked cookies. She turned and then took a step back, totally forgetting the guy had been there as she once again shot for the wolf and missed, accidentally bumping I to the male again. She had to get out of here. Was it cowardly? Probably, but she just chalked it up to she liked her life more than she liked taking the wolves, or at least attempting too.
"Excuse me!" She said in haste as she once again tried to run and found herself face down on the floor with the wolf on her back, his claws ripping into her shoulders as she tried to throw it off. "Get. Off. You. Smelly. Son. Of. A. *****!!!" She grunted as she grabbed at the thing to keep it from trying to take her head. She tried to use her powers to confuse the beast but it didn't work the way she thought as it stopped but then started to shake it off.
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Re: City of the Truly Dead Dead [Open]
Elliot shrugged. He couldn’t really argue with that—thought he’d never thought to bring music with him while he fought. In fact, he’d never owned a portable music player. When travelling, he only ever had money to eat, or to find a place to stay. Even then he rarely had money even for that—he worked for board and for food, and was happy to do so. People called him a Hippie, and they weren’t far wrong. He believed that material objects and reliance on money were shackles, and if only people had the strength and the courage to give up their thriving for wealth, they could be happy. Truly happy.
Not that he could say much now. He had more money than he could poke a stick at. Sure, he gave the majority of it away. Most of it went to the family fund so that d’Artois could use it when they needed it most. Last week he’d transferred near one hundred grand to Pi just because she needed to purchase a few orbs, that would cost hardly a tenth that amount. He had nothing he wanted to buy himself. He even kicked around in a lot of his old clothes, wearing the same ones several times in one week—if they didn’t get wrecked in places like this. All he needed was his guitar, and the people he cared about. That’s all he wanted in this life. It never occurred to him that he could now buy an iPod, or an MP3 player of some sort. Anyway. He much preferred vinyl players. The sound quality was far superior.
Regardless, this was not the place nor the time to discuss musical tastes or where might be best to listen to music. Before he could even summon any kind of response, one of the wolves had come leaping out of the shadows. It was an awkward little moment, with the woman who’d run into him trying to escape, only to run into him again—Elliot unable to react himself, because she was blocking his way. Within seconds, the thing had the woman down on the ground, clawing at her back. Elliot kicked the thing in the gut, sending it sprawling across the floor. Of course, that single blow did nothing to deter the wolf. It got straight back up again. Elliot, knowing that the woman might not have the means to defeat the creature on her own, distracted it. He lured it away from her, before attacking it. The creature launched at him again, and Elliot fended the thing off with open palms; he grappled with it, tumbling to the ground with it. Elliot’s voice, normally so suave and smooth, in that husky, low-toned way he had, now roared from him in an attempt to intimidate the beast. It didn’t work. Instead, he summoned a hoard of insects; they slashed and bit at the wolf, who snarled and backed away, slathering and kicking to try to rid itself of the insects. Elliot was immediately on his feet.
In one more wild moment, Elliot drew his sword—it was a slim, stealthy thing, that was attached inconspicuously to his back, snug between his shoulder blades. He raged at the beast, forging forward with frenzied strikes. He stabbed the creature between the eyes—and yet it still twitched, still snarled. Elliot pulled the blade free, only to stab again, once, and then twice. Blood spurted from the wounds in the creatures head, until it fell dead, crumpled to the ground.
Elliot didn’t bother trying to sift through the decrepit remains of the creature’s body. He sheathed his sword, and held out a hand—filthy as it was—to the woman who’d fallen to the ground, in a bid to help her up.
”Bit new to this, huh?” he said, with no hint of derision or scorn. He understood. They all had to start somewhere, and this probably wasn’t a lot of people’s cup of tea.
”Wanna get outta here?”
Not that he could say much now. He had more money than he could poke a stick at. Sure, he gave the majority of it away. Most of it went to the family fund so that d’Artois could use it when they needed it most. Last week he’d transferred near one hundred grand to Pi just because she needed to purchase a few orbs, that would cost hardly a tenth that amount. He had nothing he wanted to buy himself. He even kicked around in a lot of his old clothes, wearing the same ones several times in one week—if they didn’t get wrecked in places like this. All he needed was his guitar, and the people he cared about. That’s all he wanted in this life. It never occurred to him that he could now buy an iPod, or an MP3 player of some sort. Anyway. He much preferred vinyl players. The sound quality was far superior.
Regardless, this was not the place nor the time to discuss musical tastes or where might be best to listen to music. Before he could even summon any kind of response, one of the wolves had come leaping out of the shadows. It was an awkward little moment, with the woman who’d run into him trying to escape, only to run into him again—Elliot unable to react himself, because she was blocking his way. Within seconds, the thing had the woman down on the ground, clawing at her back. Elliot kicked the thing in the gut, sending it sprawling across the floor. Of course, that single blow did nothing to deter the wolf. It got straight back up again. Elliot, knowing that the woman might not have the means to defeat the creature on her own, distracted it. He lured it away from her, before attacking it. The creature launched at him again, and Elliot fended the thing off with open palms; he grappled with it, tumbling to the ground with it. Elliot’s voice, normally so suave and smooth, in that husky, low-toned way he had, now roared from him in an attempt to intimidate the beast. It didn’t work. Instead, he summoned a hoard of insects; they slashed and bit at the wolf, who snarled and backed away, slathering and kicking to try to rid itself of the insects. Elliot was immediately on his feet.
In one more wild moment, Elliot drew his sword—it was a slim, stealthy thing, that was attached inconspicuously to his back, snug between his shoulder blades. He raged at the beast, forging forward with frenzied strikes. He stabbed the creature between the eyes—and yet it still twitched, still snarled. Elliot pulled the blade free, only to stab again, once, and then twice. Blood spurted from the wounds in the creatures head, until it fell dead, crumpled to the ground.
Elliot didn’t bother trying to sift through the decrepit remains of the creature’s body. He sheathed his sword, and held out a hand—filthy as it was—to the woman who’d fallen to the ground, in a bid to help her up.
”Bit new to this, huh?” he said, with no hint of derision or scorn. He understood. They all had to start somewhere, and this probably wasn’t a lot of people’s cup of tea.
”Wanna get outta here?”
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Re: City of the Truly Dead Dead [Open]
Charlie let out a breath as she felt the weight of the wolf leave her back. She grunted as she tried to lift herself up to her feet, but fell onto her side with the pain of claw marks on her back. So instead Charlie stayed down, kept her head low while she watched on as the male that she had been sort of talking to was working at taking down the beast. The loud roar that came from him shocked her at first, causing her head to move back. She herself had done something like that when she had been fighting guards, with them it worked, with these. He wasn't even aiming that growl at her and even she was shaking a bit. It was the swarm of insects though that told her what she could already sort of pick up on. He was like her, or at least shared some of her powers. She didn't know for sure because so much of her experience with other vampires was limited to so little people.
When the sword came out she smirked. She had one as well but she preferred her gun, the guns usually had more power and more range than a sword. Still, this guy wielded his with a precision that she had hoped that Kamikaze would have shown her. Something that didn't quite happen. It was the last death sounds of the wolf that shook her out of her thoughts. The blood was disgusting, the smell, god the smell, it was almost enough to bring her 'breakfast' back up. Thankfully, she held it down. Especially when the guy turned to her and offered her his hand to assist her to her feet. "Thank you for that." She said as she nodded to the wolf then looked back at the male.
"I'm a bit new to all of this..." She said as she motioned to herself as she looked around. "And I prefer computers to people." She said as she glanced around another time then nodded to his other question. "And yes, I would love to get out of here... I was doing just that when I stupidly ran into you." She said as she glanced around the area again, this time listening to the sounds around them.
When the sword came out she smirked. She had one as well but she preferred her gun, the guns usually had more power and more range than a sword. Still, this guy wielded his with a precision that she had hoped that Kamikaze would have shown her. Something that didn't quite happen. It was the last death sounds of the wolf that shook her out of her thoughts. The blood was disgusting, the smell, god the smell, it was almost enough to bring her 'breakfast' back up. Thankfully, she held it down. Especially when the guy turned to her and offered her his hand to assist her to her feet. "Thank you for that." She said as she nodded to the wolf then looked back at the male.
"I'm a bit new to all of this..." She said as she motioned to herself as she looked around. "And I prefer computers to people." She said as she glanced around another time then nodded to his other question. "And yes, I would love to get out of here... I was doing just that when I stupidly ran into you." She said as she glanced around the area again, this time listening to the sounds around them.
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Re: City of the Truly Dead Dead [Open]
Elliot remembered when he’d been ‘new to all this’. It had been easier back then. When you’re new, it’s easier to take the word of your sire as if it’s the word of god. It’s easier to do as you’re told because you’re under the impression it’s what needs to be done. It gets harder as you find your own feet, only to realise you were doing things all along that you didn’t quite agree with, and which you now suppose could have been handled differently, had you only the knowledge to make it happen. Elliot harboured no small amount of guilt and shame for the things that he did back when he was ‘new to all this’. And he made sure that those that he turned knew that they had choices, and that they were the masters of their own conscience. He reminded them that everything they did would have its consequences. And he always apologised for putting them in the situation to begin with.
And even after two years—had it really been that long?—he still felt as if he were new to all this. There were still new things that he discovered every day. And he doubted he’d ever feel completely at ease. Of course there were certain aspects of his life where he was more comfortable than he’d ever been. But in others? He still felt like a toddler learning how to climb.
”S’fine. I prefer music to people,” he admitted with a near self-deprecating grumble, the smile still on his lips. They were near enough to the exit that he could again sheath his weapon; he probably would have done so anyway. He’d learned long ago to be able to draw quickly—and to defend himself without a weapon, should it be required. He didn’t take his sword everywhere.
He nudged the girl forward, toward the exit, keeping behind her and keeping an eye on their surroundings so as not to be surprised by another wolf on their way out.
”The name’s Elliot, by the way,” he said; they’d reached the door, and Elliot pushed his shoulder up against the stone façade, holding it open for the woman, hair still fallen over his eyes, regardless of the way he constantly flicked it away. He couldn’t even cut it off. It always just grew back again. He continued to keep an eye out for foe—even on the other side of the door, out of the raid, there were rambling, soulless dead creatures waiting to rip their faces off, given half the chance.
And even after two years—had it really been that long?—he still felt as if he were new to all this. There were still new things that he discovered every day. And he doubted he’d ever feel completely at ease. Of course there were certain aspects of his life where he was more comfortable than he’d ever been. But in others? He still felt like a toddler learning how to climb.
”S’fine. I prefer music to people,” he admitted with a near self-deprecating grumble, the smile still on his lips. They were near enough to the exit that he could again sheath his weapon; he probably would have done so anyway. He’d learned long ago to be able to draw quickly—and to defend himself without a weapon, should it be required. He didn’t take his sword everywhere.
He nudged the girl forward, toward the exit, keeping behind her and keeping an eye on their surroundings so as not to be surprised by another wolf on their way out.
”The name’s Elliot, by the way,” he said; they’d reached the door, and Elliot pushed his shoulder up against the stone façade, holding it open for the woman, hair still fallen over his eyes, regardless of the way he constantly flicked it away. He couldn’t even cut it off. It always just grew back again. He continued to keep an eye out for foe—even on the other side of the door, out of the raid, there were rambling, soulless dead creatures waiting to rip their faces off, given half the chance.
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Re: City of the Truly Dead Dead [Open]
Charlie gave a bit of a soft snicker as he told her that he preferred music to people. She could totally understand that. She too would pick music over people, of course, she would also pick computers over music if she had to. Of course, she didn't have to. Those lovely little inventions of iTunes, iPods, and iPhones. Charlie gave the place one more look before nodding, this place definitely was way past her skill level. Especially when she was never really one for being as fast with a gun and definitely sucked with a blade. As he gave her a little nudge she smirked and playfully rolled her eyes before taking the hint and quickly getting her *** to the nearest exit. It sort of made her feel better that he was right there, watching her back (a back that was currently torn up thanks to that beastly encounter). Though she was still also on alert because she had seen what trusting some of the vampires around this city could do.
When he offered his name and held the doorway open for her, she smiled politely and nodded. "Charlie." She said with a soft voice, her brown eyes glancing up at the male as she walked past him into the main part of the catacombs. Charlie pulled her gun out and checked the clip. It was good to go, then she held it down by her side, her thumb resting over the safety so that at a moment's notice, she could hit it and open fire on any Zombie that could come their way. Zombies, she was good at, or at least, she had better chances than she did with those wolves. The other things that walked around this place she wasn't too sure of. She hadn't spent time in this place since the last time she had been down here trying to save those poor kids alongside Cherry. That was a sad day for her and sadly, she remembered every gory detail in high definition.
Shaking herself out of her thoughts, Charlie glanced at Elliot, "I hope you don't mind me asking, but are you one of those fanatics that are hard set against breaking the Masq? I haven't exactly had the best experience with those kinds of people and would like to avoid such a situation again. Should some poor person end up in the wrong place at the wrong time." She said, sure that it seemed like an odd question or perhaps just odd timing given what he had just done to save her.
When he offered his name and held the doorway open for her, she smiled politely and nodded. "Charlie." She said with a soft voice, her brown eyes glancing up at the male as she walked past him into the main part of the catacombs. Charlie pulled her gun out and checked the clip. It was good to go, then she held it down by her side, her thumb resting over the safety so that at a moment's notice, she could hit it and open fire on any Zombie that could come their way. Zombies, she was good at, or at least, she had better chances than she did with those wolves. The other things that walked around this place she wasn't too sure of. She hadn't spent time in this place since the last time she had been down here trying to save those poor kids alongside Cherry. That was a sad day for her and sadly, she remembered every gory detail in high definition.
Shaking herself out of her thoughts, Charlie glanced at Elliot, "I hope you don't mind me asking, but are you one of those fanatics that are hard set against breaking the Masq? I haven't exactly had the best experience with those kinds of people and would like to avoid such a situation again. Should some poor person end up in the wrong place at the wrong time." She said, sure that it seemed like an odd question or perhaps just odd timing given what he had just done to save her.
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Re: City of the Truly Dead Dead [Open]
It was saying something, really, that Elliot didn’t blink when Charlie pulled out her gun, holding the weapon by her side as if it were something she was born knowing how to do. He hardly wondered at the fact, anymore, that he so suddenly and so easily picked up the art of sword fighting. Though he would always prefer swords to guns—there was something traditional about them. Something archaically profound, as if it were a nod to a past that they ought never to forget. At least, in that regard, Elliot had grown accustomed. Weapons were an everyday part of life. So much so that he’d begun to collect them—now owned a business, dedicated to exchanging them, and selling them. He’d even though of picking up rituals, just so that he could learn how to enchant them. Would probably serve him better if he hired someone to do that, though.
The question that Charlie asked wasn’t completely out of context, but it did appear to come completely out of the blue. Elliot scoffed—not because he thought the Masquerade was a ridiculous thing to be scoffed at, but because he didn’t think he’d ever be one of those people. It was one of the things that he and Pi were discordant about. Not every relationship was perfect, and the masquerade was one area in which he and his other half were forced to dance around each other, and bend a little in order to satisfy the other’s whims. They’d done quite well, so far.
”Hell, no,” he said. Because the kind of person Elliot assumed Charlie was talking about was the kind of person one might assume belonged to Tytonidae—dead set on killing anyone they thought might know too much about their kind. Elliot, however, was lenient.
”Don’t get me wrong—I know the masquerade is there for a reason and I’m willing to concede that it should probably stay that way. People out there in the wide world aren’t exactly accepting of things that are different. Hell, people in this world are just as bad, if not worse. The timing’s not right,” he said. And besides, he remembered his conversations with Keara. He assumed breaking of the masquerade was what got all the old vampires killed to begin with. Wholesale slaughter of a species humankind deemed evil and wrong. Best not try to prove them wrong just yet, lest circumstances repeat themselves.
”But I’m not a fanatic, no. I don’t enjoy killing people. At all. I’ll do whatever I can to ensure that they live. And if I have to kill someone, it’ll be because I haven’t got a choice—I’d do it to protect those I care about,” he said with a shrug. He didn’t know this girl from a bar of soap, and he’d probably said too much. But that was classic Elliot—she’d got him onto a topic that he had a modicum of passion for. And when that happened, a person might be hard pressed to shut him up.
The question that Charlie asked wasn’t completely out of context, but it did appear to come completely out of the blue. Elliot scoffed—not because he thought the Masquerade was a ridiculous thing to be scoffed at, but because he didn’t think he’d ever be one of those people. It was one of the things that he and Pi were discordant about. Not every relationship was perfect, and the masquerade was one area in which he and his other half were forced to dance around each other, and bend a little in order to satisfy the other’s whims. They’d done quite well, so far.
”Hell, no,” he said. Because the kind of person Elliot assumed Charlie was talking about was the kind of person one might assume belonged to Tytonidae—dead set on killing anyone they thought might know too much about their kind. Elliot, however, was lenient.
”Don’t get me wrong—I know the masquerade is there for a reason and I’m willing to concede that it should probably stay that way. People out there in the wide world aren’t exactly accepting of things that are different. Hell, people in this world are just as bad, if not worse. The timing’s not right,” he said. And besides, he remembered his conversations with Keara. He assumed breaking of the masquerade was what got all the old vampires killed to begin with. Wholesale slaughter of a species humankind deemed evil and wrong. Best not try to prove them wrong just yet, lest circumstances repeat themselves.
”But I’m not a fanatic, no. I don’t enjoy killing people. At all. I’ll do whatever I can to ensure that they live. And if I have to kill someone, it’ll be because I haven’t got a choice—I’d do it to protect those I care about,” he said with a shrug. He didn’t know this girl from a bar of soap, and he’d probably said too much. But that was classic Elliot—she’d got him onto a topic that he had a modicum of passion for. And when that happened, a person might be hard pressed to shut him up.
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The sudden answer was a bit surprising, not the answer itself but more the way he answered. 'Hell no' didn't seem to Charlie to be a way this guy would answer. He seemed almost proper. At least on her first glance. Then again, being a librarian for so long, now working at a book shop, all the books she used to read. She knew better than to judge a book by its cover. Charlie watched him, he was clearly used to everything while she, she was still on a daily basis shocked by things. All the different vampires, their powers, the differences in paths. The weapons, that she herself was still trying to get a handle on, were a help. Especially against zombies. That still blew her mind, even 4 months in.
Pulling herself from her thoughts, she once again concentrated on what he was saying. His stance was one that she was pretty much on par with, the masq, at least in her eyes, was holding onto the past though. He was right though, people weren't accepting. Here though, not only were they not accepting, they were down right dangerous. Least from what she had heard. At least it was relieving to her to know that he wasn't one of those that if, by the strangest of chances, they ran into a human that was in the wrong place at the wrong time. She shook her head of the images still so clear in her mind. Those two dead boys. That girl that was so frightened.
Charlie offered a light smile at his stance, that he was like her in that respect. She hated killing. The idea of doing it, or doing it for money really disgusted her. As he fell silent she saw this as a good point to finally add in her two cents. "It seems you and I stand about even on most of those points. The killing one most strongly it seems. While in the four months I've been here I have done more killing than a video game, I've tried so hard not to take lives, but **** happens, especially with my newest hobby." She gave a little shrug and then glanced around "Thankfully now I have someone supplying me with things to keep from taking lives there too. A thing I am more grateful to have especially after something that happened down here a month or so ago." She glanced around and it dawned on her, it was this catacomb exactly, and there it was... Marks in the wall were bullets, her bullets, had flown at the zombies, the fear of the kids still ringing in her ear.
It was a good time to get off the death part of the conversation, "I do have to disagree with one thing though. At least about the Masq. I tend to see it more as a crutch you know? I mean look at all the movies that have come out in the last few years, the TV shows. Yes, protecting secrets from those that want to harm us, the hunters and such I understand. But we are stronger than them. Really though. I think, if we did introduce ourselves the right way. Well, living in shadows wouldn't really be necessary, like on true blood, without the whole hep v thing." She gave another shrug as she looked at him. "Maybe I'm still caught in my human thought process or a 'hippy' as one vampire once called me."
She looked up at him for a moment, "Sorry, I talk too much." She said with a soft laugh as she turned her eyes towards some movement.
Pulling herself from her thoughts, she once again concentrated on what he was saying. His stance was one that she was pretty much on par with, the masq, at least in her eyes, was holding onto the past though. He was right though, people weren't accepting. Here though, not only were they not accepting, they were down right dangerous. Least from what she had heard. At least it was relieving to her to know that he wasn't one of those that if, by the strangest of chances, they ran into a human that was in the wrong place at the wrong time. She shook her head of the images still so clear in her mind. Those two dead boys. That girl that was so frightened.
Charlie offered a light smile at his stance, that he was like her in that respect. She hated killing. The idea of doing it, or doing it for money really disgusted her. As he fell silent she saw this as a good point to finally add in her two cents. "It seems you and I stand about even on most of those points. The killing one most strongly it seems. While in the four months I've been here I have done more killing than a video game, I've tried so hard not to take lives, but **** happens, especially with my newest hobby." She gave a little shrug and then glanced around "Thankfully now I have someone supplying me with things to keep from taking lives there too. A thing I am more grateful to have especially after something that happened down here a month or so ago." She glanced around and it dawned on her, it was this catacomb exactly, and there it was... Marks in the wall were bullets, her bullets, had flown at the zombies, the fear of the kids still ringing in her ear.
It was a good time to get off the death part of the conversation, "I do have to disagree with one thing though. At least about the Masq. I tend to see it more as a crutch you know? I mean look at all the movies that have come out in the last few years, the TV shows. Yes, protecting secrets from those that want to harm us, the hunters and such I understand. But we are stronger than them. Really though. I think, if we did introduce ourselves the right way. Well, living in shadows wouldn't really be necessary, like on true blood, without the whole hep v thing." She gave another shrug as she looked at him. "Maybe I'm still caught in my human thought process or a 'hippy' as one vampire once called me."
She looked up at him for a moment, "Sorry, I talk too much." She said with a soft laugh as she turned her eyes towards some movement.
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