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Post by jarahamee on Mar 12, 2022 16:24:06 GMT -6
Ru determined that his new friend Piotr had finally found a seat, and what a seat it was. Where were they? He felt all sorts of unfamiliar auras around him. Types of beings he’d never met before, and some that he probably didn’t want to meet. His little bat ears vibrated on his head. He looked around before remembering that his vision as poor here. He’d have to use echolocation. The little bat hopped onto the bottom of the chair and echolocated. So, they were also underground now. Somewhere secure. Great.
Now, how could he get this fellow’s attention without alarming him? Should he pretend he just came in from the bathroom? That sounded really creepy. He was pretty sure that Piotr didn’t want to have a weird bathroom stalker. What if he just pretended he wasn’t here, and made sure that he got home ok? Hm, if they stayed here, he’d probably end up eaten. Or at least, fed on.
Could he convince him with hypnosis? That also sounded like a bad idea, because if it didn’t work, Ru would look like a weirdo and this guy would be super angry. Alright…maybe he could wait until something seemed a little dangerous, then he could talk to him in shadow form, and then maybe they could both escape here in one piece. Yes. Who knew, maybe things would turn out ok.
Maybe things would turn out ok.
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Post by luscen on Mar 15, 2022 17:01:41 GMT -6
Casmir savored the taste of his drink, while discreetly keeping his eyes on the surrounding area, taking stock. This place was definitely more "off the books" than not- for one thing, the bison grass in his drink was considered illegal, here. That it was available meant that the owners had enough money on hand to spend for "import fees," such as it were. And given the status of the clientele, there was no need to wonder where said money came from. And where one such innocent infraction existed, there were sure to be others; given the use of Werewolves as bodyguards, Casmir had a feeling that he was dealing with a Vampire operation, which meant there was probably feeding stations. Livestock, as it were. Which could mean human trafficking.
The immediate question following that conclusion for the Hunter was: did the Soundless have a hand in this? It was possible- the cult was involved in many illicit deals, as it took a lot of money and a lot of resources to maintain the scale of its operations. They had a number of clandestine arrangements with various organizations and factions, from Vampire clans, to terrorist cells, to the wealthy elite. That didn't mean, of course, it was involved in every shady business or dirty dealing, but there was the rather distracting fact that, when they thought he wasn't looking, some of the security detail and staff were keeping an eye on the Hunter, specifically.
Almost as if they'd been expecting him.
Casmir took another draught of his vodka, accepting a cigarette from a svelte server that offered him one. He lit the white cylinder and inhaled, considering; the Hunter was usually fairly careful about being too loose with his identity. Still, word had a way of getting around, and even with his attempts at coming across as harmless, a facial scar and a red eye like his were a very distinct combination of physical traits. Word of a Hunter with those markers would likely get around, and so any Supers looking to protect their territory would likely keep their eyes peeled for such red flags.
Likewise, it might be that they thought he was an undercover cop or something; Rhys was involved with what was known as the "WDSA," a government organization responsible for the policing and oversight of Supernatural beings. Casmir had discerned that much after his second encounter with the woman at the water park. Did they have Agents keeping tabs on this place? The hunter wasn't sure, and he needed more information before he could act.
"Enjoying the atmosphere?" the androgynous host had come back, smiling down at Casmir. "Perhaps you'd like to indulge in some of our other amenities?"
'Here we are,' Casmir smiled in reply. Aloud, he said "I think I might like to see what you have to offer. I was told you had some recent acquisitions from the south?"
The host's smile deepened. "Why yes. If you'll follow me, I'll be happy to show you what we have to offer."
The pair made their way out a side door, leaving the lounge behind and heading down an austere hallway. Casmir, taken with trying to ponder out his attendant's nature, pondered the slender form ahead of him, but his Eye showed him nothing. That was, however, until he looked to the wall and saw the figure's shadow- their legs were shaped like a mule's, and given the nature of this place, that meant he was dealing with an Empusa. Powerful spellcasting shapeshifters, they were often considered analogues to vampires, after a fashion. They were also considered guardians, of a sort, so it made sense that the epicene figure was in charge of seeing to the club's guests. As it was, Casmir would have to exercise a degree of caution, where the daemon was concerned.
The host stopped in front of a mahogany door, placing their hand on the gilded handle and gesturing towards it. "Here we are. I believe this should be to your liking." They encouraged, stepping slightly onto the Hunter's shadow. Casmir saw a brief spark of dark red energy glance off the side of the Empusa's foot, but they offered another small smile and a nod of the head to the scarred Hunter in reply, unaware that he'd seen anything.
"Please enjoy yourself, sir." Casmir's eyes regarded the effeminate figure for a moment, before nodded and stepping through the doorway. The Empusa closed the door behind him, before shifting their foot and turning their attention to the wriggling dark shadow pinned underneath it.
"As for you, we've been expecting you for some time. Though perhaps not quite in this fashion...' The creature's voice became a bit more haughty, their eyes flashing dangerously. "If you'd be so kind? And please, don't make a fuss- we wouldn't want to cause a scene, after all."
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Post by jarahamee on Mar 18, 2022 1:18:35 GMT -6
Ru knew enough to know he had been caught by a powerful super. His first, and most impulsive reaction, was his desire to run, but he was stuck here. Expecting him? Did they think he was a WDSA agent? Or a client they already knew? Or perhaps they knew someone else from his ‘family’ who might be more local. He sure hoped not. Calm, clear your mind. There were other options.
The vampire drew himself out of the shadow, summoning his courage. He knew how to do this. His body reformed, as if from a liquid, draping his cloak like wings about his shoulders. He willed his body taller, broader of shoulder. His shapeshifting ability obeyed him for once, making him tower above the Empusa. Hopefully he looked more impressive, as his bloodline’s tendency was. He knew well enough that he could command their aura of power if he desired, and occasionally was lucky enough to fool people. His pale face and light blond hair seemed even paler in the artificial light of the club. His long face was predatory and gaunt, and his light blue eyes took on a piercing, fearless look. Given that he dressed like a vampire goth already, he could easily be mistaken for someone several centuries old, rather than ~30 years old.
“I was just tailing my meal, but he managed to find trouble all his own.”
Ru bluffed, his voice commanding a deeper boom than it ever had when he wasn’t putting on airs. He was not Ru, pathetic baby vampire, but Lord Demetri, powerful and ruthless vampire lord. His Lord Demetri persona certainly had its perks, even now that he didn’t need it to find food. His voice had a certain air of command about it, a natural charisma that was common among vampires of his kind. Thank god his drama club training came in handy sometimes. Too bad he couldn’t just live pretending to be Lord Demetri and reap endless rewards. The only part he hated was how awkward he felt afterwards.
His eyes traveled towards the door that Casmir disappeared behind. How was he going to rescue him now? There was no way he was going to be allowed past this guard. There were probably vampires waiting back there. Or something else, he couldn’t be sure. Maybe he should call the WDSA, this place looked like it had some shady business afoot…
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Post by luscen on Mar 25, 2022 1:46:47 GMT -6
"Ah, yes." The Empusa, for their part, had the good grace to hesitate, gloved hands smoothing the front of their jacket. The host otherwise remained unruffled, however, looking up into Ru's face with a placid expression.
"If you will permit me, you would not wish for a fellow Nosferatu to boldly step into your domain and begin feasting on your guests, would you?" The Empusa replied. "My Lord," they added after a moment, with a small inclination of their head.
The androgynous figure gestured to the building around them. "We enjoy a degree of discretion on the part of the authorities, when it comes to certain things, due to the... nature of our clientele. Meal or not, indiscriminate feeding is not permitted here, as a result." There was another smoothing of gloves on fabric, the vampiric shapeshifter never fully taking their eyes off of Ru.
"And, as I said, we have been expecting you, Master Knight," the host continued, adjusting their gloves. "My Lord Crowley has been wishing to have a word with you for some time. He has already been informed you have entered the premises, and insists that the proper protocol be observed."
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Post by jarahamee on Mar 25, 2022 2:14:27 GMT -6
“I would certainly not. I will leave him in your hands then. No hard feelings.”
The vampire spoke in his most confident voice, drawing his head up high. Most vampires were discrete in their feedings, at least unless they were someone like his vampire “brother” who prided himself on forcing his meals into submission. He felt his hope sink through his chest. Ru was not sure where Piotr was off to, but at this point, he should probably tell the authorities and not try to intervene himself. He glanced over at the door where he disappeared, doing his best not to look anxious about the situation. He settled into a steely blank stare, looking back at the Empusa and trying not to squirm unintentionally under their gaze.
“A word, with /me/? I am hardly anyone note-worthy. What would he wish to discuss?”
Ru’s grey-blue eyes shifted in the other direction, this time, studying the other side for any possible escape venue while creating the impression of admiring his environment. Maybe if he became a bat, he could fly away swiftly enough that they wouldn’t be able to catch him. Or perhaps, become a wolf and barge his way out. He did not know many people who were willing to grapple wolves, not even supers. But for now, he had something resembling a plan at hand. He put both gloved hands behind his back and leaned his head back, inspecting her, waiting.
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Post by luscen on Mar 30, 2022 5:48:34 GMT -6
The Empusa's polite smile returned. "I am afraid such matters are above a simple Steward such as myself, my lord." The Super spread their hands in a placating gesture. "I am but a humble host, who sees to it that their guests want for nothing in terms of quality entertainment, and leave this estate satisfied. I perform my business so that my Master may tend to his. Should you wish to know more-"
"He should really speak to the club's owner," a new voice interjected. At the other end of the hallway, just behind Ru, was a very tall man flanked by two other gentlemen in suits, and a woman on either arm. He had a strong jaw, sharp, dark eyes, and raven-black hair that was slicked back, hanging down to his shoulders. He seemed to be in his early thirties, and practically oozed charisma, if the women fawning over him were any indication.
"That would be me, by the way" the man added, with a dignified English accent, drawing closer to Ru with his ensemble in tow. "Alexander Crowley, how do you do? And you must be our elusive Master Knight, yes? How wonderful of you to finally grace us with your presence. Why, I do believe we've been after you for some time, and yet you never seem to stay in one place for too long. A bit of wanderlust, perhaps? Or are you an... avid sightseer, perhaps?"
The other man's lips twisted into a wry smirk, before absently brushing his tongue across his teeth, to wipe off some bit of food particulate. A fang gleamed in the light of the hallway, and for a very brief moment, Crowley's eyes flashed red.
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Post by jarahamee on Mar 30, 2022 16:22:32 GMT -6
Ru did not always know exactly what other supernatural beings were. He had a sense, almost a flavor, of what they might be from their auras. The aura of a human and a vampire were quite different, and a vampire from a werewolf or a fae also just felt and looked different to whatever passed as his inner eye. This being, this, was a powerful vampire. He wasn’t sure what their bloodline was, but he knew from the appearance it wasn’t one from his ‘family’ which was probably all the better.
The vampire fought his first impulse, which was to run, and considered his options. They probably had some kind of flying form, if they were anything like the vampires at home, so that was likely out of the question. He was still somewhat tangible as a shadow, unfortunately, and though he could brush aside humans in his wolf form, he was unlikely to succeed if he was in combat with another vampire. Instead, he forced down his fear, and focused;
“Something like that. What sort of business did you want to discuss with me? I am rarely honored by the attention of a host.”
Ru tucked his gloved hands behind his back, taking a few careful steps to move towards the side of the moving group. Not fast enough to draw their attention, but enough that he could orient himself closer to the exit. He wanted nothing more than to get out of here as quickly as possible.
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Post by luscen on Apr 3, 2022 7:30:00 GMT -6
The other Nightwalker tilted his head in reply. "Really?" he asked, raising an eyebrow. "I find that hard to believe; Someone of your... pedigree would certainly draw his fair share of attention, I imagine." A mirthful chuckle followed Crowley's statement. "Perhaps though that answers the question; you're a man who values his solitude, aren't you, Master Knight? Well, I won't keep you long. I simply have a question or two for you. Once you indulge my...." He let his eyes slowly rove up and down over Ru's form. "Curiosity, you may be on your way."
He gestured to the Empusa, who had kept their head down and maintained a respectful distance. "Phoebe, return to the dining room and see to our guests, please." The demi-vampire bowed and slipped past the others. Crowley then motioned to his escorts, waving them over to Ru. The pair of women slunk over, pressing against him, all smiles and the sweet smells of spice and perfume... and very, very human blood, though only a vampire would notice such a thing. Either way, it would have been difficult to extricate himself from them and their many distractions.
"Quite the pair aren't they?" the dark-haired vampire chuckled. "I have plenty to keep my company, so you're free to... enjoy them however you will." He swept past Ru, placing a hand on the other vampire's shoulder. "We have very good housekeepers, you know. If you'll follow me, please. I'm sure you're a busy man; I promise this won't take very long."
The group made their way past the doorway Casmir had disappeared into, stepping into a large, open office adorned with various memorabilia; bookcases, statues, busts, paintings, and other such trophies. A large table sat in the middle of the carpeted office, with a several vampires seated around it, being attended to by women dressed in outfits that would have made most decent people blush. Along the back wall was a set of bay windows overlooking the grounds below; the Gentlemen's Club had apparently been doing so well for itself, it could afford a rather impressive lot in the central city location, with a pool and outdoor lounge to entertain its more atmosphere-inclined guests, a jazz band playing a rather ritzy number that could be heard even at this distance.
"Gentlemen," Crowley said, sitting down at the head of the table. "Please, welcome our guest, Ru Knight." The nosferatu all turned piercing red eyes to stare at Ru, sizing him up and whispering to one another. Crowley, meanwhile, gestured to one of the women, who quickly got up and fetched a crystal goblet full of a dark, red liquid to place down before him. The dark-haired vampire smirked and brushed his knuckles across her cheek before she could stand up- the act, alone was enough to blow her eyes wide, lips parting to let out a trembling exhalation. She quickly crossed the floor on unsteady legs, a heavy blush on her cheek and blissful euphoria in her eyes, obviously the victim of Crowley's significant mental domination, and serving as another reminder to Ru of just how heavy the situation he found himself in was.
She made to close the door, shaken briefly out of her heady stupor when the heavy portal seemed to get caught on something. It closed with a bit of effort, however, cutting off Ru's best means of escape. "The frame must be ajar, again," Crowley mused dismissively. "I'll have to have it adjusted. But that's a minor detail for another time; let's get down to business, shall we Master Knight?" His eyes flashed crimson in the light, again, and he and the other vampires looked quite hungry in the light of the meeting room. "Please, take a seat," he said with heavy emphasis on the words, gesturing to the chair just across from him.
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Post by jarahamee on Apr 8, 2022 0:24:35 GMT -6
Ru allowed his arms to be taken by the ladies, watching his avenues of escape fading away, as his mind clouded by the scent of their blood. A part of him knew they would let him feed off them, no questions asked, and no problems had, but the other part of him knew that he’d feel guilty, and would never let it go.
“They are quite a pair.” He eyed the doorway that Casmir had moved beyond, wondering if he’d see a sign that the man was still alive. He could only hope at this point. The vampire was not sure what sort of questions this Crowley might have for him, but he didn’t like the sound of any of this. He rung his hands together and frowned, mentally plotting, and quickly, but just as quickly, all means of escape seemed to close themselves off around him.
He entered Crowley’s office. The décor was impressive, beautiful even, in its own way. This man was ridiculously wealthy, and probably old. He tried to recall the names of the important vampires outside of Boston, but he couldn’t remember more than just their vague shapes. Not helpful. Clearly they knew much more about him.
“Of course.”
Ru’s thin fingers found their way around the chair, and he pulled it out dutifully. The vampire may have had a fabulous bloodline, as his kind went, but that didn’t mean that he had his Master’s strength. He frowned, settling, forcing himself to keep his composure. He sat himself down.
“What can I help you with?”
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Post by luscen on Apr 21, 2022 22:41:49 GMT -6
Crowley let Ru's question hang for a moment, the smile on his face and the light in his eyes giving him the appearance of a very hungry cat who'd just happened upon a very fat canary. "What indeed, Master Knight?" he replied, at length, taking a sip from his goblet.
"You are a very interesting individual, you know. Quite a storied history. Particularly with regards to your master. A shame, that was, what happened to him." The dark-haired Nightwalker paused, placing a hand to his breast, before leaning forward and steepling his fingers under his nose. "But, I suppose even the most powerful among us cannot account for everything, can we? We like to think of ourselves as masters of our domain, and yet... so many of us learn - much to our detriment - that we are part of a food chain, just like everyone else..."
There were mutters around the room then, unpleasant looks exchanged and speak of a "Lonan" or a "Kingpin bastard" being exchanged. Crowley raised a hand, and the muttering fell silent. He took a moment to take another draught of his wine, before fixing his gaze back on Ru, again.
"Your master, however, was a different sort of beast, altogether. I've heard stories about him. About the... power he wielded. Beyond even that of some of the oldest vampires, in fact... Rumor has it, that he had two rather unique items that never left his person... a brooch, inlaid with a brilliant crimson stone affixed to it. More vibrant than any ruby or carnelian could ever hope to be. And a ring, set with a stunning ebony stone, so black that even the most pure onyx would be positively gray in comparison...
"No one can account for those keepsakes, after your Master's passing..." The Elder Vampire idly brushed his finger against this thumb, pausing for effect. "Perhaps, though, you might have an idea or two, Master Ru?" Every eye in the room looked at him expectantly, eager. Like a pack of wolves sizing up a meal.
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Post by jarahamee on Apr 27, 2022 16:16:42 GMT -6
Ru relaxed his shoulders. So, they were looking for some of the artifacts that Old Dragovich held dear. Nothing like what he had feared. In truth, he /had/ seen them, though the last time he had laid eyes on them, they were being worn by the ancient vampire, and he had never seen them since. Unfortunate for these vampires, but probably fortunate for everyone else.
“I admit, I do not know what happened to either his ring or his brooch. I did see them the day before his demise, but they were on his person.”
He paused, placing a dramatic hand on his chest. Ru did not miss his master. Indeed, he would be forever grateful that the horrible old monster was never coming back, but they did not need to know that. Instead he focused on where they likely were. Either the rebel vampires had them, or the current head of the family, Dante, did. While Ru did not always agree with Dante’s tactics, he respected the elder vampire, and had no desire to make his unlife harder.
“If I had to hazard a guess, I’d say it’s either with the rebel vampires, or it’s with the new head of the household, Master Dante.”
Why Master Dante would not have shown off his prizes, should he have them, he did not know, but he’d offer the answer as an honest guess anyways. Dante himself was a powerful and ancient vampire, and had been a knight when he was alive. His fighting prowess was unmatched, and he was a keen, violent and hungry sort. More than capable of fighting off threats to his coven. A part of Ru missed Dante, but the other part knew it was probably best he was here, and far away from that sort of vampire drama.
At least so he had thought.
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Post by luscen on Apr 28, 2022 17:41:28 GMT -6
"Mm, indeed," Crowley mused, swirling his chalice in thought. "I know all about that little 'war' you fled from, Master Knight. I suppose there's some merit in breaking taboos, to the weak and the desperate. But, ultimately the rebel's efforts will result in nothing but a pyrrhic victory, at best- vampires feeding on other vampires in an effort to acquire just a sliver more power... letting their numbers dwindle, all the while ignorant of just how vast the world truly is..."
The Elder vampire set the drink down, and turned his attention fully on Ru. "Take this city, for example. A vampire, no matter how strong, will quickly find himself outclassed by the monsters that dwell here. No amount of blood gorged from his fellow Nightwalker will make a difference in that regard. Your master understood this, and this was why he stood a king amongst his kind. Few dared challenge him aside from those craven enough to strike from the shadows. It is a shame you have no more idea of the whereabouts of his treasures than anyone else does, but that is of no consequence."
Crowley extended a hand towards the pale-haired vampire, here, his smile deep and hungry, eyes flashing crimson. "You are far more clever than you let on, Master Knight, and I would make use of you. Perhaps you may not know where your Master's treasures lie, but surely you know the means to access his library, the secrets of his great work. I would very much like to have those secrets, you see. And if you were to assist me, well... I daresay even Dante wouldn't be able to push you around. You could have true freedom; the freedom to do as you wish, without fear of either former Masters or those fools who would burn a forest down all for the sake of a single tree."
The other night creatures in the room were watching Ru intently, and the atmosphere in the room was heavy. "Simply help me acquire the information I need, and you will have whatever you want in exchange," Crowley crooned, his spider-like fingers crooking eagerly. "Men or women, riches, or simply the ability to go where you will without having to constantly look over your shoulder. All I require is your assistance in securing some musty old books. Surely you can see the value in such an exchange?"
Before Ru could provide an answer, the sound of a quiet clack could be heard from behind him. Following this, a wooden crossbow bolt abruptly found itself lodged in Crowley's chest. The Elder Vampire had just enough time for his expression to turn from smug to shocked, before his body froze.
The entire room took a moment to register what happened, before it erupted into chaos. Snarling, several of the vampires and werewolves got up, leaping towards Ru, thinking him to have somehow been the culprit. Another ran to Crowley's side, grasping the crossbow bolt to try and tug it out, only to stagger back, howling in pain as a sharp crackle singed his hand, glowing golden script in Hebrew designating the shaft as being warded against the touch of those tainted by the unholy.
The angry crowd rushing towards Ru, meanwhile, were halted by the sudden explosion of a flashbang, and a hand was grabbing the pale-haired vampire by his cloak, dragging him away from the momentarily-stunned group.
"Stay back," a familiar voice warned. "Keep your head down or you're liable to get hurt."
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Post by jarahamee on May 8, 2022 19:30:56 GMT -6
Ru had been thinking of how to best answer Crowley. He did not want to be involved in House politics any more than he had to. The petty rivalries, the jealousy of the other vampire houses over his own presumed superior power and political standing was all so meaningless to him. However, he also felt that should he express such sentiments, the elder vampire might be less than charitable over his treatment going forward. And there were a lot of very powerful vampires in the room. Much more powerful than he was.
And then… as he considered his options, all hell broke loose. Not since the death of his sire had he borne witness to such chaos. Stakes, magic flying.. and then someone seized his shoulder, pulling him back. He briefly considered turning to shadow, and disappearing into the floor, but that might be less than effective. No, he let himself be dragged, and then recognized the voice of his new friend Piotr. He wasn’t sure if Piotr could see him, but all the same, he nodded mutely, stumbling a little as he followed suit. His long, lean limbs found their footing on the floor behind the tall man leading the way. Ru never even had combat on his list of possibilities.
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Post by luscen on Jul 7, 2022 1:20:09 GMT -6
Three bodies were hurtling at Casmir, full tilt: one werewolf, two vampires. It was a close thing, but the lycan beat out the other two, his powerful limb shooting forth to claw the blonde's head into mincemeat. The Hunter met the attack with a raised palm, intercepting the with what could only be described as uncanny timing. There was a flash of blue light at the point of impact, and then a sickening squelch of blood and brain matter as the red-haired vampire just to the wolf's left reeled, his head ripping apart and his body dropping lifelessly to the floor.
"Holy hell!" the other vampire yelled, momentarily shaken from his violent aggression. The werewolf looking back, distracted, and went wide-eyed. Turning back to face Casmir with a snarl, he was met with a fierce blow to the jaw; naturally, he'd been expecting to simply tank the strike, the human's strength - however great it might have been - never hoping to match the power in his supernatural neck muscles. Much to his shock, however, the lycan's head snapped back, another flash of blue light sparking like lightning accompanying the blow. The werewolf staggered back, brain jostling, feeling as if he'd been hit by a freight train.
The Hunter pressed forward, grabbing a fistful of the shapeshifter's fur and hauling him down, shoving the barrel of a gun into the werewolf's mouth. Several clicks followed, three silver bullets pumped into the beast's brain, killing him instantly. The final vampire rushed forward, but Casmir shoved the corpse of the werewolf towards him with enough force to send him crashing into the table behind him.
The vampire growled furiously, eyes blazing red in a murder frenzy. Grabbing the leg of the table, he lifted the bit of upholstery and swung it towards the Hunter like a massive tennis racket. Casmir didn't have time to do anything but brace himself, the table shattering in half and sending him reeling, falling to the ground. The nightwalker didn't let up, smashing the remains of the table down atop him for good measure, growling and obviously still in fight mode.
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Post by jarahamee on Jul 8, 2022 12:40:03 GMT -6
Ru felt the auras of the three attackers as they hurdled forward towards him, and Piotr, and felt his undead heart drop into his stomach as he followed him. He knew that two were vampires, and vampires more powerful than him. The third he thought was probably a werewolf but he had not met enough of them to be sure. He admittedly could not sus out details while they were hurdling towards them, and in the faintest reaches of his brain, he knew some of the vampires could become wolf-like creatures, but they didn’t feel quite like this. All these thoughts happened immediately and all jumbled together as their attackers came down directly upon him. Or more specifically, at Piotr. The vampire’s first and most immediate impulse was to do something, but he was not really in any position to help. Beyond that, he could feel just how powerful the other vampires actually were. They could tear through his fragile body like paper if it came to hand to hand combat.
But the human seemed to be doing well on his own, at least... initially. Ru flinched as the first vampire's head exploded in blue light. What sort of spell was that? It must have been something powerful. He stood there, transfixed an stunned, as the werewolf came down on Piotr and the two grappled together. Piotr just as easily dispatched it, before the vampire could even really react or think about what happened.
Hunter. Hunter. He had come here to kill Crowley. But he had saved Ru.
As Ru stood there frozen, he processed, however slowly, that there was still the third vampire, who seemed to be getting the upper hand on Casmir. The vampire knew he had to help him, but he also had to be something more agile to avoid getting in the way. He thought about his options and settled on shifting into a wolf. It was large enough he would not have to worry about being smashed, and it was enough of a ‘battle’ form for vampires that he might be able to do something if the need arose. Ru focused on the wolf. It was hard to be angry when he mostly just felt frightened, but he thought about what Tsu had taught him. Focus on what you want to be. Deep breaths. The transformation was swift, and where Ru once cowered, crouched an unnaturally large white wolf with piercing yellow eyes. The canid solidified just in time to see the other vampire splinter a table on top of Casmir, smashing him to the ground in the process. The wolf rushed out to help his new friend, grabbing the pant-leg of the vampire and yanking it forward to try to drag him down and off-balance, growling fiercely in the process. He may not have been good at fighting, but grabbing sleeves and pant-legs as a wolf was the closest thing to strategy he had right now. Thankfully the wolf's body was made to do exactly this, and the motion felt right somehow.
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