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ashurrah was lurking in the streets one cold night, looking for trouble most likely as she always does, a killer, a sinner, a woman that has no respect period, her crimes are so many that even some cops are afraid of her, she follows no rules and no laws creating chaos wherever she can. This heartless woman scampers around with a belt full of blades and guns, and a backpack. Throw the Rule Book out when it comes to this vile woman, because she takes no orders from anyone, and is probably on some wanted lists, she takes a break to smoke and drink while doing drugs, probably plotting her next move, she was born homeless and flat out broke, so she did anything to further her twisted cause as she lurked around the corner, most likely looking for an unsuspecting victim after murdering a group of wanna be frat boys today...

Deirdre had no idea that walking out of the Dragomir Temple would lead her into such an unusual path this evening in particular, but the second she walked out the door, she felt a sense of foreboding. Something was wrong. Tonight, something was going to change, and not exactly for the better. Pulling her cell phone from the back pocket of her jeans, she tapped out a quick text to her sire, Nikolae, telling him what she thought.

Something in the air. Where are you? Will text if I need you. she tapped out on the slide phone's keyboard. It was a stolen thing, the phone, and a bit outdated, but beggars could not be choosers, and she had to stay in touch with her sire somehow. Slipping the black device back into her pocket, she started down the street, only to stop cold. And for once, it wasn't the spirits that stopped her.

Her silver dragon's eyes had found the reason something was different in the air.

A heavily armed brunette that she'd seen in a recent hack, for information, into some place that hadn't been very well protected. Apparently, whoever it'd been had been very much into her own habits, as clearly what this woman had been doing had been caught on a camera without her knowledge, otherwise she wouldn't be wandering so brazenly. Unless she simply didn't care. Slowly, Deirdre slipped into the shadows near the Temple, pulling her Glock handgun from under her jacket and checking the clip, just in case, before pulling out her cell phone again.

Yeah, I was right. I need you. Between the Temple and the Necropolis. She sent the first message, and then quickly followed it up. Is freakish intuition normal to develop all of a sudden? I feel like something's wrong with me.

She slipped the gun back into her waistband and started to approach the other woman, making herself look like any oblivious teenager, with her hair up in a flared ponytail and her face in her cell phone. But she walked right past this heavily armed woman, looking innocent and ordinary, if a bit pale, and typed out a rough description. Person of interest to my intuition has long dark hair, dark eyes, kind of pretty, really. But she's very heavily armed. Lots of knives and guns. I left Ami in the Temple out of interest of remaining inconspicuous, but have my Glock. I've been...getting better.

OOC wrote:Deirdre has the RP Power Soothsayer: You`re not clairvoyant, but you do have a knack for reading signs and potential omens. Once per thread (at GM`s discretion), you can `read` one of those for a sign of imminent danger or a hint of things to come. In non-GMed roleplay, you cannot tell the future with 100% accuracy, but you can roleplay this character being able to read many omens.

Attire - non-model, without sunglasses

Ashurrah was unconcerned with the goings on if there were any around her as she readied her weapons just in case of resistance as she took a turn out of the next corner armed to the teeth and ready to kill and strike at any time, the wind kept blowing, but like many things, this did not deter her in any way "just another day for another kill." She said as she saw people at a park out of the distance.

There were people playing soccer with one another on a large field not knowing of anything else surrounding them, just having fun as they see fit playing their game.

Ashurrah caught a glimpse from a distance at the ones playing soccer, she thought "no one is looking or pay attention, I'll kill them all and burn that playground, I'll start with those playing soccer." She said as she hid inside a hole that was far away, plotting her strategy, lying in wait without remorse.

The people on the playground carried on their business as usually well unaware of what might or might not be lurking at this time of night.

Nikolae Dragomir was perched on a tree-branch overlooking miles of land. Now and then - more often than not these nights - the Dragon sought out the seclusion of these sorts of spots. He grew ever more weary of the noise and chaos of the city streets, made all the more chaotic by the relentless slaughter vampires committed both of humans and their own kind. It seemed like a dream to recall a time when murder hadn't been so frequent as to become the norm in his life. Mortals never realized how lucky they were that their biggest worries were money, sleep, and getting laid.

His phone buzzed with a text, and he ignored it. If it were important they'd try again, or find a way to blast his brain with their thoughts. He winced at some of the past attempts at such; he'd sworn his head would explode a time or two when vampires acquired the skill and didn't quite know how to use it properly. There was a bear ambling by, and he smiled faintly as it passed seemingly unaware of his presence. Or maybe, it just didn't care. Somehow the second possibility pleased Nikolae more.

His phone buzzed again and he let out a sigh, plucking the device from his jacket pocket to read the messages he'd received. His brow quirked with curiosity as he considered his reply. Glancing up, the bear had made it fairly far away and it's presence had sent the other creatures skittering for safety. The Dragomir stood on the branch carefully, pocketing his phone, and took a step off of the branch just as he channeled his energy to Teleport across the city right outside of the Necropolis. Few humans seemed to venture near the place, and those that did knew exactly what the clientele were.

Hands shoved into the pockets of his favorite leather jacket as he strode toward the place he figured his childe had wandered to. He tilted his head as he approached her, and then cleared his throat quietly.

"Something wrong, Pixie? Or do you just have a phobia about soccer?" He drawled, lips quirking in a half-smile.

Automatically, as though drawn like a magnet to the North Pole, Deirdre moved towards Nikolae the moment he appeared, taking a moment to wrap her sire in the tightest five second hug she could. "Thank you for taking me seriously," she murmured, nuzzling her cheek into his shoulder as she pointed out the woman who was so brazenly armed to the teeth with so much weaponry that even a vampire would be nervous. "I don't know why, but for some reason, every instinct is telling me that she's...important. Significant. The fact that I found video evidence against her in potential murder cases is irrelevant, apparently."

Whatever new power or curse it was she'd picked up wasn't being very friendly to start out with. Its first time rearing its head, and she's pointed towards a murderer. This wasn't exactly promising.

"Maybe...she can be taught? Like Lukken?"

She gets out her sniper rifle to target the kids playing soccer whilst staying out of view, she aims for the tall one's neck, she shoots him down, as they still don't know but when the saw that he was bleeding that sent them into a frenzy as they rushed to him as he's in pain, one asked if he was okay but he can't move and is bleeding.

She gets another shot ready to go, muttering quietly "There is more where that came from you snobby brats!" She said although they did nothing wrong, this is the case of a cold blooded psychotic heartless killer, just to strike for no reason.

She scans around pointing the target somewhere, ambulance arrives, she loads the rifle with an explosive shot to aim towards the ambulance "I'll fix you!" The woman muttered with her target in site ready to fire at will...

Nikolae followed his childes gaze to the homicidal maniac with the gun. He tilted his head, watching silently as she pulled the trigger. His jaw ticked and then he gave a simple shrug.

"Kill her." The Dragon stated simply. He paused then and slid his reptile eyes over the gathered mortals now in a seeming frenzy of their own. Scowling, he stepped back and shook a hand out at his side. "Discreetly." He finally added with a leveled look on his fledgling.

The Dragomir could have easily slain the woman in any number of ways without drawing attention. Clearly she deserved death. A one-way ticket to hell was the only cure for a soul as fractured and tainted as that ones. There was some bit of hypocrisy in the judgement - a vampire judging a mortal murderer - but Nikolae had never been one to care much if his actions were in line with his words in that manner. Do as I say, not as I do - that was his motto. Besides, the girl with the gun was picking off innocent children who had yet to do anything really worthy of death, and it didn't appear she even knew them to decree such a sentence. While there were, admittedly, a handful of psychopaths and no shortage of sociopaths within the Dragomir lineage (indeed, Nikolae himself more than likely fell into the broad spectrum of the second with no remorse whatsoever), out-and-out wholesale slaughter wasn't anything even their kind could really condone. It lacked... beauty. Finesse. Yes, the Dragon could have done the deed and gone back to his perch in the tree. But it seemed Deirdre had latched onto this one, and maybe needed to learn the more brutal side of immortality on her own.

"Lukken learned his lesson at the smoking end of a gun, Pixie." He replied not unkindly. In truth he'd been damned disappointed that his youngest fledgling had ignored numerous warnings and outright orders to cease his ridiculous rampage against the mortal law enforcement. Nikolae could only guess the man had been ticketed one too many times as a human and was now seeking some sort of vengeance. He seemed to have finally decided to lay low though, and for that the Dragon was grateful. What so many newly-turned vampires failed to realize was that all the stupidity of their mortal lives was over the moment they sprouted fangs. Whatever had happened was in the past - might as well have happened to someone else - and was best left there, too.

Slowly, he grasped his childes shoulder and turned her to face the psychopath, murmuring so quietly only immortal ears could hear. "It's very easy. You bite her, and drain her dry. Or, if you must, slit her throat and let her bleed out. Shoot her, make it a head-shot. No one here would hold it against you. You'd be labeled a hero, if you stayed long enough to be spotted - which you won't. When she's dead, let the humans have her body. They'll think a caped crusader did the deed."

"You know how bad of a shot I am, Papa," she murmured, barely glancing behind her for a moment before her silver eyes locked back onto their target. Taking a deep breath, the young Necromancer watch the screaming, running, fleeing forms of the young soccer players in the park. Blood splattered the grass, sparking something resembling the innate bloodlust the most vampires felt in the petite redhead. But thankfully, Deirdre had no need to feed. She had used the powers of her path to ensure she had no need. But she had no confidence with her gun.

"Can I borrow a knife?" she asked. "I promise I won't take long. I don't think there's much chance anything could go wrong." Oh, but Deirdre ought to have known better than that. She should have known much better that she herself had very little luck. The well that she had of luck to draw on, well, it had gone on long dry. She, in fact, had had no luck to speak of save little trickles since she was a toddler. The simple thing that she was even still alive...it was a miracle.

But she would still try to be the progeny that Nikolae Dragomir clearly wanted her to be. If that meant doing something so messy...so be it. But her own way. And since she was **** with a gun still, and clearly this other woman knew more than just one kind, she would use a melee weapon. A knife. But that also meant getting close.

"Can you also teleport me in? Don't think anyone will see..." She glanced for a moment over the frightened masses. No signs of any cell phones recording video footage. She was not fast.

She was continuing her shooting on park people, with the spirit of a lady arch devil in her, she kept popping shots left and right, shooting random victims, finally some cops arrived to the unknown murders, after she had seen the cops she muttered "**** cops!* she said taking her time to pop them off one by one, she was getting the sense people drawing close to her, she could sense someone trying to interfere, she then stopped and turned around to see another woman and a man "who dares interfere with my plans?" She said angrily, although he could sense these two were not normal people either....

The playground lies in blood and ruins after some carnage was caused with no one to stop it...

Meanwhile the woman grabs one of her special knives, she glares at the woman who spotted her "I'll fix you and your pet for ruining my plans." She said as she hurled the knife.....

Meanwhile, ambulance arrived to the playground as did medics and repairmen....

Unfortunately for Nevaeh, while she was distracted with the two individuals, some man came to the playground to go berserk in destroying and burning the playground, thus ruining Nevaeh's plan, but there was nothing she could do about it, this man was way worse and all than she was, she did not choose this path or life, it happened to her...

After the man did his deed, his friends came to celebrate his deed..

Now stuck in a pickle and angry, Nevaeh's plan ruined, she muttered "*********, those mother ****ers ruined everything!" She said angrily.

Nevaeh was now caught between a rock and a hard place and now had no way to escape, so she looked to her belt and weapons...