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‘Winter. My favorite season.’ The seemingly errant thought floated through the mind of the massive killer as he settled noiselessly just outside the stairwell. The long nights of northern Ontario were welcome by the male. He ran a pest extermination business, but only worked from dusk till dawn. With time, the sun had come to affect him less and less. For a vampire, that was a miracle, but he no longer burned, seldom was incapacitated, mostly was hardly affected at all. The baking heat of an August afternoon still made him uncomfortable…. edgy and listless, and then he burned more easily, but only a burn, not bursting into an all consuming fire. But now with the long nights, short days, and tilt of the earth, it was only a minor annoyance now. Which greatly increased his business hours. It was convenient, because very few of the pest he exterminated had more than two legs, and lately, they followed the same hours he did. Lionelli. They were the pest du jour. They had moved into this massive old mansion, and started to sink the claws of their influence deep into the underworld of Harper Rock. Mordechai had commissioned himself into exterminating them. There were others from the city who stopped in and would clear a few of them here and there, but for the laconic killer, it had become his life’s mission. Every waking minute was spent hunting and killing, he seldom left the castle like mansion at all. Mordechai couldn't remember the last time he had fed, nor the last time he had met with his girlfriend, or any friend for that matter. He was solely focused on one goal.

Reaching out with his mind he accessed the web to do more research on his targets. It had been days since he had searched the net, drifted thru the ether. His eyes were closed but his head straightened as he found an unlikely post. A Lionelli had posted to the net. Posted a warning, so it seemed. Mordechai began to search, following trace remnants left by minute packets of data, flowing across the trail like a bird on a trail of crumbs. He was out of practice, had let his hacking skills slip a little while concentrating on other skills, and eventually he lost the trail, but not until getting an approximation of where the post had originated. He did not know the actual point of origin, but he knew it had come from somewhere in Elmworth. The castle was in Elmworth… and the killer did not believe in coincidences . Now the question was if this warning was threat, hoax, or truly a warning. Silently the analytical mind began processing. Most thought of killers, well the class of killers, as dumb hulking brutes, leviathans with small brains… They would be wrong. Many of the killers in his acquaintance were instead quite smart, many brilliant, and Mordechai was a part of that group. His training as a human combined with what he had learned since his turning, all was used as his mind literally began running scenario after scenario, variables changing, in an effort to winnow out the most likely reason for this warning, and whether or not it was true gesture of good faith.

The sun was up, and most of his quarry gone to earth. but his guard ever lowered as he rested, letting his mind wander over the conundrum. A quiet, almost hesitant creak broke the crypt like silence of the castle, and obsidian orbs popped open, locked on to the door at the far end of the great room he rested in. A flicker of daylight outlined the door to the outside world, and slowly grew larger. Reaching out with his mind he drew the shadows of the windowless room to him, wrapping himself in darkness as the computation in his mind stopped, sure that he was soon to have an answer to his question. The door open farther, and one after another, six figures crept into the room, before the door once more shut. Once more his mind reached out, this time slipping into the minds of those that had entered, skimming their recent memories and appraising them of their skills. One question was answered, the threat was real. His next actions required no conscious thought. He had been to war, both open, and covert to many times. Response to threat was an ingrained instinctive reaction. Beside him a form slowly shimmered into being, a decoy, an exact image of himself. As it finished resolving Sinister nestled beneath his cheek and a red dot appeared on the cheek of the male that appeared the most combat capable both from his appearance and from the appraisal he had just made.

As the dot settled on the junction of the man’s jaw and earlobe, there was a quiet coughing sound and the tinny clatter of hollow brass on slate tiles. He knew it was a hit. He knew it was a severed brain stem. He knew it was a sudden death. He knew, because he never missed. Before the body had even started to fold, Mordechai was gone, a burst of speed sending him flying up the stairs to the second floor faster than a human eye could track. And then there were five. Mordechai had no doubt he could exterminate these pests simply on his own, but experience had taught him that the best laid plans never survive contact with the enemy. He needed backup. As he glided across the second floor of the mansion the killer once more drew on the innate power deep inside of him. The picture of a vivacious titian haired warrioress appeared. Reaching out he sent no warning, just drew the woman to him It was the first time he had ever summoned her without warning. Hopefully she still had her weapons with her, if not, it didn't matter, the man was a veritable walking arsenal. Belatedly the thought crossed his mind “I hope she isnt in the shower”

Roller's Name Opponent Type Difficulty Task type Opponent's Name Reason for roll Result
Mordechai Other NPCs/Objects Moderate Intellectual headshot for rp Succeeded

The killer silently watched and waited as Prudence went through her normal rant, then finally spoke. Mordechai's voice was the low quiet rumble of a distant earthquake as he spoke as quietly as he could. More of a mumble than a whisper, as the blended sounds neither traveled as far or as distinctly as a true whisper would. "There are five more, this one was the most dangerous. I believe the one that spoke on Crow told the truth. The humans are rising." Silent for a moment the killers eyes roved constantly as he reached out with his senses. 'They suspect or know what we are, it is no stray chance they come now with the sun at its peak, instead of under the cover of the night as most curs hunt." Taking a step to the left his eye flicked momentarily to the titian haired huntress' eyes before once more looking to the stairs. "I would not have bothered you, except we must not let any escape. They must all die." Silently he assessed his weaponry, experienced digits roaming quickly over each ensuring their readiness for the hunt to come. "I feel the day, and fear that it might prevent my success on my own, there is no other i trust.... Hunt with me."

"The others are here. This one has had much training in the melee arts... how ever rock smashes scissors.... and bullets beat blades at distances. I sniped her, then retreated to call you. The paths of this castle are circular, we can move to ambush, or hunt." Nudging the body on the floor with one size fifteen New Rock the killer knelt next to the body then started searching the pockets. Slipping a folded paper from one he opened it as he slid the fallen humans weapons into his pack. The stoic expression on his face was unchanged as he read it, then handed it up to his titian haired friend. "I found posters like this in Cherrydale last week. I tore them all down, but the next night they were once more all over. It seems as if someone is uniting the humans once more against us." Pulling a silenced Glock G40 Gen4 in the MOS configuration from his drop leg holster he palmed the slide to insure one was in the tube, then glanced over at Pru... "Let's head up into the east wing, it is time to hunt....who knows, maybe one of the Lionelli can stay the day. If they do we should be able to tell if they are allied, or if the warning rings true."

Although the killers senses were cast out in all directions on a never ending search for threats and targets, but the movements of his friend had caught his eye. Her reaction to the body was unexpected, for a moment it seemed as though she might know the corpse at their feet. Coupling that with the uncharacteristically quiet response to his query set off an alarm in the back of his mind. silently he assessed her, but made no comment, Mordechai knew she was true. This would not be the first time he had entrusted Prudence with his safety, security, life. She was his goto when he needed someone to watch his six on a mission.

Mordechai did a final check of the Glock as he watched the shadows envelope the titian haired beauty. With a nod in her direction he glided silently across the cavernous room towards the door that lead to the eastern wing. The time he had spent with the wraith Hykajae had taught him even more stealth the the humans that had employed him before his change could ever have dreamed of. Even with his massive frame, the killer moved silently as a ghost. Leaning his head against the door, his eyes sought out the dark cluster of shadows gathering against the far side of the door frame. The faint sound of voices drifted through the thick door, and as he straightened he gave a nod towards the darkness, "I hear at least three." Maintaining silence Mordechai had spoken mind to mind with her as he usually did when they hunted together. At one point the hidden female had reviled at the practice, but with time, she had given grudging approval to him, as she knew he did not use it for banal conversation. Tapping his chest, he pointed to the high right side of the opening, then after a gesture in her direction pointed low and to the left. Holding up three fingers, he slowly folded them. As he reached two, he once more reached out to her "Do you know them?" Then as the last finger folded he ripped oven the door.

Spinning into the room the killer's Glock tracked across the room, traversing the arc at the same speed his eyes moved. His half of the room was clear.

The sound of swords being drawn, mixed with a muttered exclamation from his red headed partner, whirling Mordechai from the empty section of the chamber. Although she had not gained the mass that the Sangue killer had, Pru was much taller than when they first met, tall enough to block a clear line at the charging Jet Li wannabes. Stepping to the side the Glock rose, a natural extension of the killers arm. While he could not draw a safe bead on the charging two, the third was a clear and easy shot.

As it always did in these situations, his mind had suppressed all thought of anything not directly bearing on this exact moment in time and space. Flickering eyes, cataloged the men against his memorized appraisals. The pair were good at martial arts, not to the level of the pair of night stalkers that had just entered the room, but good none the less. He had no fear for Prudences continued survival, even with the wait of the days lethargy upon them. The third however was a non combatant it seemed. Except any that hunted the killer and his friends forswore all right to that title. Trajectories of movement and ballistics were all calculated in a split second. Threat assessments made Mordechai's finger smoothly tightened. A rippling shock wave rode up the the third males thigh as the Glock quietly spit a pair of one hundred eighty grain Delta Elite Gold Dot hollow points smashing through the mans femur. He would never use that leg again, but at least he lived. Mordechai had decided someone would need to be kept for answers, and potentially used as another warning. Evidently the last female hunter he had left broken and bloodied, crucified to those ******* paladins cathedral doors had not gotten her intended message across. The sound of the slide racking had been louder then sound of the shots, but now the males screams drowned out all. Drowned out all sound to the point that Mordechai missed the sounds of two more slipping from hiding. The impact of the three shot burst into his shoulder forced a staggered step from the normally unyielding killer. The clatter of his Glock slipping from nerveless fingers was covered by the echoing of the unsuppressed shots, and the screaming medic. A low growl emerged from the killers throat as he turned to face the newly found menace.

Prudence Other NPCs/Objects Moderate Physically demanding castle of glass rp-Knock Ilijia out Failed