NationStates Jolt Archive

OOC: There are only a few rules to this, Please keep your posts IC unless neccessary. I don't care if you kill ,maime ,shoot each other just a few requests. 1. State if you are an agency of the state or private orginization 2. If any vampire folk show up, great, just no superpower sillyness. I understand that you are more powerful than a single human, but no ubersuperwanker vampires. 3. Role play !!! plan things out .4. If you must flame, do it IC . Thanks


THE VANHELSING SOCIETY AND HUNT CLUB SPONSERS THE FIRST VAMPIRE HUNTERS SUMMIT

All vampire hunters are invited to attend the summit. There will be lectures , a meet and greet, several hospitality rooms , a dinner ,and so much more.

The location is the bueatiful green island resort off of the coast of Celeborne (a privately owned island resort).

Registration is $500 per person, this includes all lectures , a trade show , and your rooms and ticket to the dinner party. Bring as many as you want !

this event is not in anyway associated with Celeborne. Green island is fully owned and operated by Niven enterprises and the event is sponsered by the VanHelsing society, any attacks on Celeborne due to this event will be ignored. Have a nice day.

The Free Land of Lunoris is sending in a human. 250 HKD has been wired(500 USD).

-Narack
Spokesmen of the Free Land of Lunoris

Will 10mm JHP, 7.62 NATO Frangible, or 5.56mm Frangible kill a vampire?

The Free Land of Lunoris is sending in a human. 250 HKD has been wired(500 USD).

-Narack
Spokesmen of the Free Land of Lunoris

Welcome to the summit.

OOC; It should be interesting to have the represenative of a vampire nation there.

Will 10mm JHP, 7.62 NATO Frangible, or 5.56mm Frangible kill a vampire?

OOC: Gods I should hope so.

"We have never tryed, we usually only use guns to slow them down enough to stake-and-bake them."

why must you people always want to kill my kind
*morfes into vamp form*

i am the master vamp i am the very first vampire
i am the most powerful

Ross Roth packed up his bag. While vampirism hadn't quite caught on in Imitora, it was always good to have a few around. He looked at the goods in his back pack, and decided it was good. He zipped it up, and made sure he had reserved a spot at the confrence

TO whom it may concern,
I would greatly enjoy attendance of your confrence, and plan to attend. I have enclosed 500 USD, and hope it is ok if I bring my equipment. I am currently an ameture, and hop toi learn from this gathering. With respect
Ross Roth

Imitora :"Welcome to the summit, and yes feel free to bring your gear. the only restriction at this resort is that no explosives (Shaped charges and such)be brought. We hope that the summit will be informative to you."

Judas paced up and down the Palaces wooden hallways. The opportunity to track down so many Vampire Hunters in one place at one time was a once in a century opportunity. As Lord of the Vampire Coven he would go himself. Secretly of course.

why must you people always want to kill my kind
*morfes into vamp form*

i am the master vamp i am the very first vampire
i am the most powerful

OOC::: *Sends all his vampires after him*

You're so dibbed.... Hehe, dibbed Cain..

Ofcourse ignore this..

Anywho, it is gonna be interesting indeed. And seeing he is human, ya all can't kill em =P.

Crawford read over the information again, he had recently sent an offer to a potential client, but this sounded like a wonderful opportunity to learn more about Vampires, and perhaps the creature that killed Angela. After a moments consideration, he wrote an acceptance letter with the money enclosed. If the elf problem becomes violent, he can brake away from the conferance to stop it. While he had never encountered a vampire in his years of private practice, he had a set of tools just incase it should become necisarry.

"Welcome, Crawford. We look forward to seeing you there."

Handwritten letter

I, Ushas Soban, will attend the conference. I have enclosed 500 dollars with this letter.

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ooc: Might I suggest serving food with garlic, holding outdoor activities in the sunlight, a small amount of holywater in each drink, a lot of wood lying around, as well as the occasional crucifix being present?

Handwritten letter

I, Ushas Soban, will attend the conference. I have enclosed 500 dollars with this letter.

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ooc: Might I suggest serving food with garlic, holding outdoor activities in the sunlight, a small amount of holywater in each drink, a lot of wood lying around, as well as the occasional crucifix being present?

Welcome to the summit.

OOC; good suggestions. Would you like to set up a booth at the trade show. Please tell the corporate coalition about it. They are welcome to set up booths.

OOC: Ushas is an individual, and has no official ties with the Corporation. And you are always free to advertise in the CC thread if you want.

OOC: [Tag for free iuthia's Omnirom corporation, and guess which WoD company they are based off :twisted:]

A letter was sent to the host of thise event.

"I am sure you know of me, I am Kain Irenicus. I am indeed a vampire, but I do dispese those vampires who have commited a crime, such as draining of blood on someone, or siring them against their concent. I would like to attend, I am assuming that you are hunting because of thier crimes, and not due to thier "race" although vampires cannot truelly be classed as a race. If I where to attend if you do believe these things and are hunting those commit these crimes please do explain that I am one hunting vampires. I do not want to defend myself against those who would hunt the same people as I."

Kain Irenicus

(OOC OK, usually Kain would be carrying a demonic sword but in the intrest of fairness and to remove the fantasy element to it more, Kain will have a normal silver sword. Can he still use magic? Obviously I will not use it so much, or do you want none?)

ooc: I'd be ok with some magic. My character also uses it. Just no teleporting stuff, okay?

<tag for later>

(OOC Sure, Kain is not a great a wizard without the Brightblade (the demonic sword). Just waiting for an IC responce)

ooc: Celeb, allow him in! Excitement! Tension! Adventure!

The CIGP wishes to send Father Gabriel, the formost expert on Vampires, and Vampire hunting within our nation, and his Apprentice Father Smalar, to the conference

*Wires the required funds*

Javier Reyes, considered the data that had been urgently tagged for his attention. A Vampire Hunter Convention, he mused. Considering the unusually varied nature of the vampires encountered within the many realms of the world, it seemed that such a convention could never hope to yield more than a brief overview of the bloodlines.

However, he thought, it might prove interesting.
His decision made, he accessed his accounts and arranged the transfer of Fetor, his brows rising as he noted the conversation rate. His fingers hesitated over the touchpad of the laptop, before falling; transmitting his confirmation data.

(OOC OK, usually Kain would be carrying a demonic sword but in the intrest of fairness and to remove the fantasy element to it more, Kain will have a normal silver sword. Can he still use magic? Obviously I will not use it so much, or do you want none?)

OOC: He'd starve without the Brightblade, remember?

Ross stepped off the private plane he had rented out, no one in their right mind on a public airline would have let him flown based on the hardware he was carrying. He found a taxi, and gave teh driver the address of teh confrence.

A letter was sent to the host of thise event.

"I am sure you know of me, I am Kain Irenicus. I am indeed a vampire, but I do dispese those vampires who have commited a crime, such as draining of blood on someone, or siring them against their concent. I would like to attend, I am assuming that you are hunting because of thier crimes, and not due to thier "race" although vampires cannot truelly be classed as a race. If I where to attend if you do believe these things and are hunting those commit these crimes please do explain that I am one hunting vampires. I do not want to defend myself against those who would hunt the same people as I."

Kain Irenicus

(OOC OK, usually Kain would be carrying a demonic sword but in the intrest of fairness and to remove the fantasy element to it more, Kain will have a normal silver sword. Can he still use magic? Obviously I will not use it so much, or do you want none?)

Welcome, your regestration has been processed.

OOC: Silver sword is fine. some magic but no world breaking .

The CIGP wishes to send Father Gabriel, the formost expert on Vampires, and Vampire hunting within our nation, and his Apprentice Father Smalar, to the conference

*Wires the required funds*

Welcome to the convention. Would Father Gabriel be interested in giving a lecture ?

Javier Reyes, considered the data that had been urgently tagged for his attention. A Vampire Hunter Convention, he mused. Considering the unusually varied nature of the vampires encountered within the many realms of the world, it seemed that such a convention could never hope to yield more than a brief overview of the bloodlines.

However, he thought, it might prove interesting.
His decision made, he accessed his accounts and arranged the transfer of Fetor, his brows rising as he noted the conversation rate. His fingers hesitated over the touchpad of the laptop, before falling; transmitting his confirmation data.

Welcome to the convention.

I shall attend.

Winter Akizuki

Father Gabriel would be delighted to empart some of his wisdom in form of a lecture.
(Packs briefcase full of notes)

I shall attend.

Winter Akizuki

Welcome winter.

And so it was through advartising that a man (a human man) found out about the conference.

"I think this is what we were looking for, Countess." he said as he handed over the ad, bowing.

A thin smile spread across his employer's face. "Go there, keep out of sight. Perhaps we can find one worthy of our sponsorship." She waved a hand to dismiss him.

"Yes Countess" he replied, bowed again, then turned smartly on his feet and left the room.

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Hours later, a scrungy looking man was renting a room at the hotel across the street...one with a window facing towards the convention center.

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OOC: I took a little liberty in defining the outside scene, as it had not been done. It is your nation, so if you want to change it I'll work with you.

And since you asked us all to say so, no, this has nothing to do with Wazzu proper. The charicters are from Wazzu, but neither the government or the megacorps have anything to do with this, over or under the table.

EDIT: And no, he is not attending...just watching people enter/leave...hoping for an oppertunity.

OOC: No prob Wazzu, the hotel across the street is fine.

OOC: Wazzu has brought up a good point, so I will expond on the location.
The Island is located 60 miles off the coast of Celeborne and is privately owned. The island is Home to three large resorts and 4 smaller hotels. It offers several tourist shoping areas and spas. The rest of the island is covered with dense jungle like terrain. There is an airstrip, several large and small docks. Fishing, hunting (if many species of animals) and sight seeing are offered. The resprt that is hosting the event has a large hotel ( 26 floors) with a lobby bar, an expo center, many meeting rooms, a lagoon swimming area, tennis courts, 3 different 5 star restaurants,roof top bar, and indoor pool.The hotel also has its own dock and boats with sea access.
The island itself is not under the control of any nation, and maintains it's own police force. Guests will not be checked for weapons, but will be checked for explosives (I really don't want any of the hotels blown up).

I am going to give this several days for everyone to sign up and to allow myself time to set up the schedule.

If you have any questions please let me know.

*Response from the nation of Crownguard*


The nation of Crownguard is intrigued by this conference, as we have not had many problems with vampires recently after several brilliant successes with various techniques. We are sending 500 USD enclosed with this message, and sending a representative from PAD (paranormal affairs division), Kayla Deveraux, a highly decorated reasearcher and field agent, as well as a concentration concerning the disease of vampirism. We possess only the best of equipment used to deal with this menace, and are willing to share several unique weapons to combat the threat to society such deviants pose.

Training and schematics will of course be made available. We hope to host at least one seminar, and have several "vampires", caught in the process of murder and prepared to act as specimens to the scientific community. We look forward to your response.

Tercero Xavier Delryn
3rd in Command of Crownguard
Head of Military and Foreign Affairs

*Response from the nation of Crownguard*


The nation of Crownguard is intrigued by this conference, as we have not had many problems with vampires recently after several brilliant successes with various techniques. We are sending 500 USD enclosed with this message, and sending a representative from PAD (paranormal affairs division), Kayla Deveraux, a highly decorated reasearcher and field agent, as well as a concentration concerning the disease of vampirism. We possess only the best of equipment used to deal with this menace, and are willing to share several unique weapons to combat the threat to society such deviants pose.

Training and schematics will of course be made available. We hope to host at least one seminar, and have several "vampires", caught in the process of murder and prepared to act as specimens to the scientific community. We look forward to your response.

Tercero Xavier Delryn
3rd in Command of Crownguard
Head of Military and Foreign Affairs

To:Tercero Xavier Delryn

Welcome to the conferance. We are refunding your payment as the skills. equipment and live specimens that you are bringing more than make up for your fee. We will schedule you a time for a seminar and you have space at the trade show to show off your equipment. Thank you.

OOC: UPDATE !!

FOr those of you wishing to host a seminar : After your seminar has been approved I ask that you prepare a post to explain all of the things that you wish to cover in the seminar. Please make it a well thought out and informative post and be prepared to answer questions afterwards.

For those of you who wish to have items in the trade show : Feel free to post pics and descriptions of the items, but please take orders by t-gramm.

Have fun.

(OOC OK, usually Kain would be carrying a demonic sword but in the intrest of fairness and to remove the fantasy element to it more, Kain will have a normal silver sword. Can he still use magic? Obviously I will not use it so much, or do you want none?)

OOC: He'd starve without the Brightblade, remember?

(OOC I know that, but in the interest of fairness....Which would you rather have, a normal fledgling (which Kain is without the Brightblade) or a really powerful one with a demonic sword ripping up things. I am willing to set aside the amplifed blood thirst for fairness only this once though. I will be rp this soon, as soon as I have done a few things.)

We're going to send an anti-vamp team. It contains 3 humen. Money, 750 SP ($1500) is wired.

We're going to send an anti-vamp team. It contains 3 humen. Money, 750 SP ($1500) is wired.

Welcome to the summit !

(OOC OK, usually Kain would be carrying a demonic sword but in the intrest of fairness and to remove the fantasy element to it more, Kain will have a normal silver sword. Can he still use magic? Obviously I will not use it so much, or do you want none?)

OOC: He'd starve without the Brightblade, remember?

(OOC I know that, but in the interest of fairness....Which would you rather have, a normal fledgling (which Kain is without the Brightblade) or a really powerful one with a demonic sword ripping up things. I am willing to set aside the amplifed blood thirst for fairness only this once though. I will be rp this soon, as soon as I have done a few things.)

OOC: Thank you Kain. You are welcome here.

<Opening Secure Channel>

<Sending E-mail>

To: Summit Organisers, VanHelsing Society

From: Logan Germain, Omnirom Corporation

Subject: Summit Invitation

Message:

We would like to book seating at this summit to learn more about the ever-growing threat that vampires and other supernatural creatures pose to our mainland’s security.

Recently after gaining support from our regional CEO, we have had a substantial increase to our funds and as such we are branching out our current operations. Where we previously funding small hunting groups we are now capable of funding your society as well as providing highly trained recruit for you to examine and take as you please, should you choose one we shall continue to make their payments to further assist your society.

We do not represent our government in this matter and we would prefer that they are kept unaware of our assistance at this time as they are very paranoid about corporations funding outside organisations, but we are listing you are a charity and as such we can make our assistance tax-deductible. As such we are willing to pay triple for our representative to come along.

Should we find our interests are mutual we will look further into the prospect of funding for your organisation.

Logan Germain,
Research and Development Division

OOC: Doh… Free Iuthia again…

******Security messures in place******



To: Logan Germain, Omnirom Corporation


From: VanHelsing Society


Your seating for the summit is booked and confirmed , we are happy to have you. There will be some of the undead walking about, so this should give your opperatives some time to learn to identify them.

We are thankful to you for your financle assistance and look forward to working with you. We wold welcome a member of your group in our little company of hunters. We will place him with one of our more experienced groups for training and observation.

We will protect your privacy in this matter and all future matters that involve your assistance and cooperation . We respect your need to remain in the shadows, so to speak.


High Commander Smyth,
VanHelsing Society

Kain wrapped up in his Cloak and checked he had everything. He had the silver long sword with him. He knew of what silver's properties where to do with magic, it was espically useful in a spellcasting in battle.

He slid it into it's scabbard by his side, the scabbard was black and polished. As it slid down the scabbard it gave a gentle high pitched ring. It was certainly more pleasant than the Brightblade's hollow screech.

He set out to the summit.

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Kain arrived after a little while of travel, he had no car or plane as some of these people did. He used a method of teleportation, but such things where long and complex. Kain hated using teleportation, he prefered to walk.

When he arrived he was rather shocked at the extravagance of the place. He knew he spent his money, but on this? He shook his head, he did not need this, he only wish to discuss matter of vampirism. He walked around for a little while when a guard ran towards him.

At least the guard did not shoot him on size, they where all informed about him. The green flesh and talons where a dead give away, even though Kain could hide such features with spells, it only drained his magic. He had already used enough by teleporting.

The guard began to search Kain, for bombs. He put his hand over the tiny satchel. The guard looked at it and asked to look in its contents, as his detectors detected someothing metal within it.

Kain smiled and opened up the satchel, and pulled out an impossibly large book for what the size of the satchel was. It was iron bound. Kain produced three similer books, each a different colour. He showed that there was no bomb within it, by flicking through the pages. The words which the gaurd saw where complete gobbledegook, they span and danced on the page. The other three where a normal language, only he could not read it.

Satisified he allowed him past, and Kain continued to look around. He looked at the sea, and saw no beauty in it. He looked at a small fowerbed and saw no beauty. He sighed and continued on. He saw death in all living things, amocking curse of the things he had once held so dear.

Kain made his way to where the invitation said for him to go.

Father Gabriel stepped out of the taxi. His apprentice followed behind him at a respectful pace as they walkedd up to the security guards.
Opening his brief case Gabriel showed them there was nothing inside except papers, a Bible, a red bound notebook, and a black book, with the letters Denischen horhba Vanpyir written across the front.
He walked into the hotel, and got the keys to his room, he always made sure, where he could that he got the same one. Number 666. The parallel amused him.
Inside he began to unpack. Taking off the fake bottom of his suitcase he pulledd out his long silver knife, wooden steak, and loaded his automatic handgun with its silver bullets.
He walked outsided, it was time to explore.

ooc:I am assuming Ushas is alreay at the appropriate site. Given the ties between Celeborne and TVC he would have been able to get there before any of the others.

ooc:I am assuming Ushas is alreay at the appropriate site. Given the ties between Celeborne and TVC he would have been able to get there before any of the others.

No problem. He is in place.

Kain walked outside the hotel, he sat down onto a bench. He looked at the sea thinking of home. The home which he could no longer go back to.

He saw a man walk near him, Kain continued to look at the sea.

(OOC Pic for those who do not know what Kain looks like http://images.legacyofkain.net/sr1/captures/intro/kain_04.jpg )

In preparation for the visit, Stuart was put under intense mental and medical preparation, as the company knew full well what vampires and hunters could do.

Firstly they put him into a specially made machine designed to place him under a heavy hypnotic trance, once that was achieved the machine would program protections into his mind, mental walls, traps and diversions… subconsciously he knew how to pass them all, but anyone prying into his mind would be in for some tough tests of mental strength… the most hidden secrets however were completely blocked. Finally his mentality was checked to assure them he hadn’t gone mad over night.

Then came the psychical preparation, which included simple physical check-ups and checks for heart problems, then they added a small explosive chip on the back of his spinal cord… not enough to hurt others, but enough to instantly kill him should the need arise.

Stuart had occasionally asked himself about his corporations motives and morals… after all, most companies don’t give you the proverbial suicide pill, but then again, most companies don’t fight vampires and house their single employees.

After all of this he was to board a private jet to head towards the summit, it was hired out from another local company using the name of another real company which was secretly part of the Omnirom Corporation.

It wouldn’t be long now…

OOC: Best I could do on short notice… I usually do this when I’m in the mood, but a lot of the time, I’m not in the mood.

Tag.

Ushas sat in a coffee bar across the street of the hotel. The voyage had been swift yet tiring, and his only desire when he had arrived had been ten hours of solid sleep. He had been here for a few days now, and had noticed the hotel did not have any problems with weapons being present in ones luggage. Figuring it would be part of the arrangements made for the conference, he had given no attention to it.

Sipping on his espresso, he stared at Kain, sitting on a bench not far away from him. Ushas did not attempt to spy on him in secret, there was no reason for that. Instead, he looked straight at Kain, with an expression of curiosity on his face. Ordering a second cup of coffee, he noticed a second person approaching Kain.

How Javier Reyes arrived would prove difficult to discover should anyone be interested in tracing his passage. The thought of being observed sent a momentary shiver down his spine. If anyone were to begin digging into Javier's past and present he'd be forced to take steps. And one step usually led to another.

His first few hours on the island went into studying the lay of the land and the methods that the conventions guests were using to make their way here. They were a colourful lot, but clearly not fully aware of the extent of vampirism and the fact that it wore many faces.
On the rosters he found few variants on the theme; they seemed only aware of the more common types of vampirism. Did they truly believe that vampires were a single species?

Aware of the presence of powerful creatures in darkened rooms, Javier walked the sunlit streets trying to get a feel for the place. Over the hours, he found himself wondering if even vampires knew of the diversity within what was usually classed a single breed.

As night fell, he felt them expanding out into the darkness. And just as he could feel them, they felt him too and kept their distance.

Ryan Roth (I know I said his name was Ross, but do to need of Ross Roth in another thread, we get his cousin, ryan) tossed the duffle bag on the bed of his room. He looked out the window, admirign the site he saw. Nice view he thought as he went about unpacking his belongings.

OOC: Can I make a late, unsanctioned appearance? I am a future-tech nation, but I can make an unscheduled "oops" on a Jump and pop a couple of soldiers (no ships) into the middle of this. I figure high tech instead of magic might balance.

EDIT: What rules are we playing by here. anyway? Classic Vampire (Bram Stoker)? Anne Rice? The Masquerade? Lergacy of Kain? Other? Basically, I want to know if this is stake and garlic only, or if blowing them down with a .50 cal slug will kill them, or if I'm going to have to uber-disintigrate them to get them to slow down.

OOC: Can I make a late, unsanctioned appearance? I am a future-tech nation, but I can make an unscheduled "oops" on a Jump and pop a couple of soldiers (no ships) into the middle of this. I figure high tech instead of magic might balance.

EDIT: What rules are we playing by here. anyway? Classic Vampire (Bram Stoker)? Anne Rice? The Masquerade? Lergacy of Kain? Other? Basically, I want to know if this is stake and garlic only, or if blowing them down with a .50 cal slug will kill them, or if I'm going to have to uber-disintigrate them to get them to slow down.

OOC: come on in, as far as the type of vampire, I think everyone is using the same rules. The way I feel about it is that if they cannot be killed by a bullet, a stake, a fire, the sun or any combination there of ( You don't have to be able to be killed by all of them but at least one, and a weakness like garlic or holy water is nice also.) will be put into a torpedo and shot into the sun (read as ignored).

Im just secure knowing that if I fill a vamp with 10mm JHP to the face,they are gonna go down.

The van winded its way around the streets. On its side it bore a large Cross and showed markings of the ArchDiocese of Agrigento. Per Archbishop Alfonso D'oro's request the formation of this group was made official. Gathered from across the country, these were the best they had to offer and were now united by an official institution, although Vampires have not yet been officially recognized.

They pulled in front of the Hotel, and one man exited, closing the reinforced door behind him. He was of tall stature and fair skin.

(celeborne, should he walk in?)

There was a flicker, a shudder in reality. If someone had been attuned to right and wrong in the temporal sense, they would have known it. If someone held a form of psyonic connection to reality, they would have doubled in pain. But for most, it was unnoticed, a slight deja vu, or a loss of concentration. For Lennox, it was pure hell.

"Where's the fire support?" Sgt. Lennox demanded to his officer, Lt. Maddison.

Maddison grimaced. "It's probably dead! We're pulling back, Sarge." The LT stood and motioned to the next line of soldiers, who rolled away from the firing lines. They dived back into the city proper a little farther, running for the last couple shuttles.

Lennox fired his rifle and backpedalled, tapping Riggs on the shoulder as he fell back. The other man nodded, began backing, slapped the next man. Riggs let fly a rocket into the advancing horde and ducked into the shuttle. The soldiers filed in as Lennox stood at the bottom, his Gauss Rifle snarling. The last group was approaching. With a flare of plasma, they were reduced to drifting cinders and steam. "Shit." Lennox swore, backing up the ramp. "Go!"

The shuttle lifted from the ground, two more following. The last shuttle took a hit to the port engine, spiralling back down to its fiery death. Lennox dived into his crash seat, lowered his gear, and braced. The pilot was speaking to a controller on the Isis, "We're inbound on vector two one decimal three. You got that bay open for us?"

"Roger that, Shuttle. Drives are hot. Get here and we'll Jump." There was an explosion in the background, and screams came over the comm. "Hurry, Shuttle, we are getting pounded!"

Two more Shadow Capital Ships, Dreadnoughts, Jumped into the system, bearing down on the Isis. The pilot saw this, and her heart turned cold. "This is Shuttle One. We're reading two more Dreadnoughts en route."

The response was remorseful. "We see them. We're carrying forty thousand refugees..."

"We understand." the soldiers in the shuttle hung their heads, knowing their death sentence was passed.

The Isis's massive Jump Gates aligned, and the great ship vanished into the Void with a ripple that shook time. The two shuttles on approach were caught in the wake, their small systems rattled. Time bent, the x,y,z, and omega coordinates scrambled. The pilots tried to keep control, but they were spinning around the singularity with rapidly accelerating forces. Lennox tried to grab the crash handles, but his arm froze midway, everything froze for a infinite moment. Time shattered, and the shuttle was filled with a green wind that shook the men apart.

Another blast, and the shuttle was flying again. The second shuttle was badly damaged, rent by the forces. The lead shuttle was mostly intact but damaged. The pilot was slumped bloody across the console as the ship screamed through some atmosphere. The second shuttle was ripped apart, reduced to plasma in a catastrophic blast. The first shuttle cleared the cloud bank and carroomed towards a city. "Shit." Lennox delcared as he saw the ground closing. "This is gonna su-" the viewscreen shattered on impact, and everything went black.

The shuttle came to a burning rest in an abandoned warehouse district on the edge of time, a trail of destruction behind. While few, if any, felt the temporal rift, everyone heard the sonic boom and saw the fiery trail. The news called it a meteorite. The government would agree. What they knew was unknown. But the ordinary populace would buy the convenient lie. The survivors pulled themselves from the wreck, took the intact gear, placed the charges, and blew the shuttle apart. They fled into the darkness.

OOC: Sorry about the length, but it was the only excuse I could think of to get my people here.

The van winded its way around the streets. On its side it bore a large Cross and showed markings of the ArchDiocese of Agrigento. Per Archbishop Alfonso D'oro's request the formation of this group was made official. Gathered from across the country, these were the best they had to offer and were now united by an official institution, although Vampires have not yet been officially recognized.

They pulled in front of the Hotel, and one man exited, closing the reinforced door behind him. He was of tall stature and fair skin.

(celeborne, should he walk in?)

Come on in !

The first thing Lennox thought when he came around was how much he hated space travel. The second was to wonder where he was. The third was to reiterate how much he hated space travel. He sat up, shook his head. The other survivors had laid him in the warehouse they were now hiding in. Wincing in pain, he asked, "Where are we?"

Riggs answered with a shrug. "Dunno. Pre-space travel planet. We'll have to find some way back, but we're getting real funny readings on sensors."

"What do you mean, funny?"

Riggs pointed to the stairs. "Carl's on the roof. There's a large gathering of powerful beings here, light and dark oriented. We're not getting Shadow elements, but we do have Dark Spots on sensors."

"Dread lords?"

"Or the more common Vamp." Riggs shrugged again. "I dunno. You're the ranking survivor, your call. But I say we check it out."

Lennox looked at his black armor and Fusion Rifle. "Right, but not like this. We pick up normal gear, normal clothes, and we recon as locals. No nano use, no whipping out anything remotely high tech. We must not destroy this continuum."

Riggs nodded. "Yes, sir. I'll get you a team ready."

Making sure it was clear, Angelo knocked on the front passengerside window and motioned for the others to follow. In total six people left the vehicle and proceeded inside the hotel, holding their lugage, most of which was concealed weaponry.


Angelo's Picture here (http://www.artisansales.com/reddy/key_art/March%202003/imagepages/image112.htm)

Before I go on, anyone know a good place to get teh pictures of the Guns from Romeo and Juliet (Leo/Claire version)?

And I picture of Ryan Roth

http://www.foxhome.com/rj/images/screenshots/tybalt.jpg

OOC: I am afraid that Iam going to be out of touch for the rest of this week. However please continue to show up ,interact with each other and prepare your lectures. I will get the summit part kicked off when I get back.

OOC No one else seems to be sitting next to Kain so i will

Fr Gabriel sat down on the bench, staring over the sea. He did not lay his hands near his weapons concealeed all over his body, he knew he could take any beast.
Slowly he stared at the figure next to him, the being could be none other than Kain. His past master Kris Kostoffer, rest in peace, told him of this creature.
"Kain I presume,"Gabrielle began "i have heard much about you."
He silently awaited the creatures reply.

Now we will indoruce our anti-vamp special team we sent:
Major Maxim Novak, a skilled vampire-hunter, who uses mostly firearms to defeat the creatures.
Captain Boris Reskovsky, a very loyal officer. Uses mostly the classic ways to get rid of his enemies.
2nd Lieutenant Vladislava Gorbatsov, a skilled shooter who don't fear a vampire, even if it was a powerful one.

Maxim is going to be in the parties mostly, Boris and Vladislava are mostly securing him and doing their own things.

Maxim walks out of his room and takes a seat. Then he says to a waiter: "Get me a bottle of vodka and tell your employer that i want to speak with him"

OOC: So what time of day/night is it? What type of weather? And is Dr. Vanhelsing going to make an appearance?

OOC No one else seems to be sitting next to Kain so i will

Fr Gabriel sat down on the bench, staring over the sea. He did not lay his hands near his weapons concealeed all over his body, he knew he could take any beast.
Slowly he stared at the figure next to him, the being could be none other than Kain. His past master Kris Kostoffer, rest in peace, told him of this creature.
"Kain I presume,"Gabrielle began "i have heard much about you."
He silently awaited the creatures reply.

"It always seems to be the case, all good I hope." Kain said and looked at this new person. He seemed experiance, the mark of a warrior.

Kain could tell he was armed, his movemtns and body language said of it. He had confidance, confidance that he could kill him. Perhaps he could Kain thought. Perhaps he could.

"I unfortunatly have not heard about you, I tend not to remain informed on those who would mkae an effect upon the world due to my lack of time. What is your name?" Kain asked politely and pleasantly. He could have tried and read his mind about his name, but that would have been insulting. Some people did not like a difference in power, mind games can be a rather hostile approach.

Winter Akizuki stood out even within her home country, because she was albino -- her skin a pigmentless white, her hair carrying a faint, pale pink tinge, her eyes red. Outside her home country, she stood out even further, because she was one of the foxgirls of Ravenspire, a race little-known elsewhere: largely human in appearance, but with foxlike ears and a tail, and sharper teeth.

She wore a kimono of deepest midnight blue, with white and gold points scattered across it in a starfield pattern. Its obi was the same pink shade as her hair.

A shrill cry filled the air, Richton instantly recognized it as Angela's, he rushed down the familiar path to the river bank. Angela couldent have gone far, as he had only let his eyes off of her for a moment. As he entered the clearing, a second scream brought tears to his eyes. Standing at the rivers edge was something unnatural, it stood on two legs, but they were bent like a toad preparing to leap. Its skin was a dark green, and covered with bulges and bumps. The creatures head split down the middle into a massive verticle mouth, in which was his precious younger sister. Tears streamed down her face as Richton could do nothing but watch. The jaws came together fast, he shut his eyes, but her last scream told him all he needed to know. Slowly reopening them, he turned and ran his fastest, the creature could be heard leaping after, again and again. Richton woke with a start, the plane was landing, and he had obviously screamed in his sleep, as people were staring from the sides. He quietly excused himself from the plane and headed towards the hotel, hoping that he had arrived in time to book a room.

*Kayla Deveraux, along with attending associate reasearchers, walked off the private jet, the captain giving them a salute with the motto "Power through Knowledge". She nods, carrying 2 briefcases, her assoaciates carryinng two more, presumably clothing and such. Walking into the hotel, they nods to the attendant, taking a key to their respective suite and head up the elevator, thinking quietly. Each, of course, did NOT go unarmed in this regard, they all carried curiously designed matte black pistols, the barrels enlongated almost in the shape of Lugers. The two associates also cradled Danglar SMGs (states arent important), just in case. She sighed, flipping opent he first suitcase and drawing out a strangely designed clip, one of miniature "syringes", each filled with a vivid blue liquid. She loads one of the clips into the gun, checking the red light to make sure it was on. The specimens were going to be a bitch to get out of the plane and store.....

Angelo saw the other group go to their rooms and so he did the same, leading his party to the front desk and then to the elevator.

Lennox, now dressed in what appeared to be normal clothes, accompanied by Riggs and Jaeger, approached the conference. They wore normal street clothes, khakis and baggy work shirts, and they carried Tungsten 10mm Pistols, nothing far beyond the ordinary. Riggs carried a briefcase with him, and the others had duffels. They wore what appeared to be sunglasses, but nanosensor arrays were embedded to give them tactical advantage.

Back at the wharehouse, squad members held guard on the bulk of the equipment.

Lennox approached the guard. "So, what's this all about, here?" he asked, friendly and unassuming. The other two kept scanning with their Tac Glasses.

"It always seems to be the case, all good I hope." Kain said and looked at this new person. He seemed experiance, the mark of a warrior.

Kain could tell he was armed, his movemtns and body language said of it. He had confidance, confidance that he could kill him. Perhaps he could Kain thought. Perhaps he could.

"I unfortunatly have not heard about you, I tend not to remain informed on those who would mkae an effect upon the world due to my lack of time. What is your name?" Kain asked politely and pleasantly. He could have tried and read his mind about his name, but that would have been insulting. Some people did not like a difference in power, mind games can be a rather hostile approach.[/quote]

Gabrielle felt the ancient power in the creature next to him, he knew he would have to be careful, the beast may try mind control of some sort, he was cautious but not afraid. Fear was an unknown virtue to him.
"My name is Gabrielle" He said "You may have heard of me, i doubt it. I have killed many of your kind. I believe many people here have, yet you walk around unscathed. Why is it that you are not afraid of being here?"

Kain did not flinch at the sound of him killing many vampires.

"I am not afraid, as I share some of your agenders. But first I must ask your reasons for doing what you do. Why do you kill vampires? What made your past kills worthy of death?" Kain asked, looking hard into his eyes, he seemed like a conscience to ask him the questions he may never have asked.

(OOC Kain is not that strong by the way, he does not have his Brightblade. He is only 30, he is still a fledgling. if he had the Brightblade, you would percieve him far stronger.)

Kain had a strange sense of being in control of everything, that nothing phased him. His words where perfectly said, with the words having the exact effect he wanted. He seemed totally at ease, but serious. This hard extorior remained up and was impenetrable right now.

Kain did not flinch at the sound of him killing many vampires.

"I am not afraid, as I share some of your agenders. But first I must ask your reasons for doing what you do. Why do you kill vampires? What made your past kills worthy of death?" Kain asked, looking hard into his eyes, he seemed like a conscience to ask him the questions he may never have asked.

(OOC Kain is not that strong by the way, he does not have his Brightblade. He is only 30, he is still a fledgling. if he had the Brightblade, you would percieve him far stronger.)

Kain had a strange sense of being in control of everything, that nothing phased him. His words where perfectly said, with the words having the exact effect he wanted. He seemed totally at ease, but serious. This hard extorior remained up and was impenetrable right now.

Gabrielle waited a moment before answering. He stared back into Kain's eyes. "When i was twelve years old, my brother and i were walking home from my mothers house. She was very sick and we lived with our aunt. When we were about half way home, a vampire as i was to later discover attacked us. My brother escaped, I did not." For a moment Gabrielle was lost in the memory, then he pulled down the neck of his high black shirt, ancient scars decorated his neck. They were bite marks, they were deep.
"The Vampire drank of me, before i blacked out he was torn away frfom me. I saw a man there, a powerful man. He had a long sword, he jabbed at the Vampire a few times, and in a smooth motion cut his head from his body.
That man was my Master. You do not need to know his name, for i do not know his name, not his trrue name, no one knows that. From that moment i ceased to exist as the child i was. That was 23 years ago, sincde then i have studied and destroyed the beasts, i come from a land of myth and legend. I have not yet met a Vampire of goodness and virtue. Which is why you interest me."

Ushas, having finished his drink, slowly gets up from his seat. He walks for a while, until he reaches the people standing around Kain Irenicus. Without a word, he stands there, simply listening to the conversation.

Stuart’s flight had been an uneventful one, even though it was a private jet, the only film they had on board was “Groundhog Day” which he had seen many, many times before. They were quickly given permission to land and afterwards they were given the customary security check that always welcomed you at the airport.

The jetlag wearing him down, Stuart called a taxi so he could get to the hotel room he booked and recover from the flight. The ride was slow as traffic was a little heavier then normal but he didn’t care… at least he wasn’t walking.

Not that Stuart was out of shape, it was company policy for him to work out, learn how to use a gun and aim for small targets with speed and efficiency… Stuart resembled what many would except from a large corporation, a young businessman with a grey suit and plain tie. He didn’t bring any weapons with him because he was going to a Summit on vampire hunting… he would be surrounded by people who deal with vampires every day.

Upon reaching the hotel, Stuart unpacked and then had a shower… he was now in Celeborne and the Summit wouldn’t be for a day or so, maybe he should do a little site seeing…

ooc: If no- one minds telepaths, i would send a guest in...

Winter Akizuki stood out even within her home country, because she was albino -- her skin a pigmentless white, her hair carrying a faint, pale pink tinge, her eyes red. Outside her home country, she stood out even further, because she was one of the foxgirls of Ravenspire, a race little-known elsewhere: largely human in appearance, but with foxlike ears and a tail, and sharper teeth.

She wore a kimono of deepest midnight blue, with white and gold points scattered across it in a starfield pattern. Its obi was the same pink shade as her hair.

Javier closed his eyes; impressions seeped through the dark like stars in the void. A hard, sharp shard of crystal; broken yet somehow restored - the priest, he'd glimpsed earlier. Ice, burning with a frozen fire; the vampire Kain that Javier Reyes had been avoiding - mental shields were wrapped tightly around his core, he passed as a phantom, unobserved.

It was the pale jewel-presence that fascinated him most. Smoke wrapped in diamond, shimmering with a moon-sheen that seemed almost as otherworldly as the light of creatures fae.
The strange pale girl in the blue kimono.

Opening his eyes, he locked on her and approached. A foxgirl, he realised, wondering what she'd be doing so far away from Ravenspire.
He debated turning away, he knew nothing of the curious foxgirls, or what they were capable of.
Decided, she may well have sensed him approaching already; he stepped to her side. Dimmed the fire of his eyes; allowed only a glimmer of green, sunlight lancing through a leafy-green canopy and turned to face her.

"Vampires," he began, "are more oppressed than tyrants these days." The timbre of his voice was rich and deep, more silver than gold if colour were applied - silken, cool. It lacked the warmth of gold, wielded the allure rather of the moon's metal. "There," he continued, a fluid gesture of the hand pointing out Kain, "sits a vampire of virtue and goodness I overheard. If we were to spare only the virtuous and the good, I can't imagine a world inhabited by much. Of course, only vampire's are required to be virtuous...or dead."
He raised his eyebrows, dark against the faded bronze sheen of skin, indicating an interest in her thoughts.

Beside her, he felt underdressed. The velveteen-grey of his close-fitting cardigan and black pants lacked the detail of her starscape kimono. It made him bland by comparison.
Waiting for her response, he took the moment to further study her.

ooc: If no- one minds telepaths, i would send a guest in...

OOC: I don't mind them, but you should read my preparations on page three, after all, telepathy is a well known ability of some vampires and the Pen--... I mean, Omnirom corperation protect their interests.

That was 23 years ago, sincde then i have studied and destroyed the beasts, i come from a land of myth and legend. I have not yet met a Vampire of goodness and virtue. Which is why you interest me."

(OOC Sorry, I thought I replied to this. It obviously failed.)

Kain thought about this for a short while, and sat back.

"Now there are words I have not heard in a while." Kain smiled in rememberance when he was called that. But he knew that was not true.

"No..I am not a person of goodness and virtue many times...I have done many sins to which I am ashamed. Still, it depends on whom you speak to, one side calls me saviour of people, other calls me damner of the people. If you have not seen any good vampires, you have not met the right vampires. There are a few out there....Very good people." Kain said, a little hint of remorse.

He thought of Rave....she certainly be called good....in fact, it was impossible for her not to be, considering who she served...

"But why are you here Kain? Socialising with the enemies of your people, whether they be good or bad."

"My people? I assure you, vampires are not a race, it is a status, with positive and negitive aspects to it. That much I have learned in my short life, contray to commmon belief I am only 30. And I am here to see why these people would hunt, and if they would kill indisciminatly. I hate those who give vampires a bad name, who drain and sire others against their consent. I have no qualm about people killing them, if they had oppertunity to use other methods of feeding. But I hate just as much those who attack vampires purely for what they are. A two sided coin, and I lie upon the edge, sometimes attacked by both camps." Kain said simply.

"Prejudice against vampires is common, and with good reason which I understand. But I work to break that prejudice, you should judge the person, not on thier affliction. But those who are judged as commiting crimes should be punished, and those who choose not to, left alone and accepted. I have been hunted myself, so far they think me dead. Even though what I did for those religous bastards of Roania..."

OOC:Summit will begin on Sunday night RT. Is there anyone else who would like to prepare a presentation ?
Der Angst, you are welcometo attend. Telepaths are alright by me.

(OOC I am happy to make a presentation, no guarentees though, as I have some work to do.)

OOC:Summit will begin on Sunday night RT. Is there anyone else who would like to prepare a presentation ?

OOC: I would probably have to do mine company to company becuase we... err... really don't like publicity. Though you think I would be a little more inconspicous then wearing a grey suit with leather brief case huh?

(OOC: How did I miss this? Do you mind if an uninvited guest shows up?)

(OOC I would be happy to have you here, but it is not my choice.)

OOC: Celeborne? My guys are still at the gate, waiting for you to answer.

"Vampires," he began, "are more oppressed than tyrants these days." The timbre of his voice was rich and deep, more silver than gold if colour were applied - silken, cool. It lacked the warmth of gold, wielded the allure rather of the moon's metal. "There," he continued, a fluid gesture of the hand pointing out Kain, "sits a vampire of virtue and goodness I overheard. If we were to spare only the virtuous and the good, I can't imagine a world inhabited by much. Of course, only vampire's are required to be virtuous...or dead."

He raised his eyebrows, dark against the faded bronze sheen of skin, indicating an interest in her thoughts.

Beside her, he felt underdressed. The velveteen-grey of his close-fitting cardigan and black pants lacked the detail of her starscape kimono. It made him bland by comparison.

Waiting for her response, he took the moment to further study her.

One eyebrow raised as Winter followed the man's gesture. "Kain? Here?" Her mouth curved into an expression neither smile nor smirk, but somehow in between. "I should have guessed. This would interest him. I wonder whether he will present a lecture." Her voice was low in timbre and languid, but her pronunciation was very precise; it might be that she had not yet quite mastered the language, or she might simply be that controlling of her speech. "I wonder what they will think of a vampire who hunts vampires?"

She didn't let the question rest. "But I digress. There are places where neither is required, even of a vampire. It is a postmodern world in many areas; we have neither virtue nor good as an absolute, any more. I cannot say that this is a bad thing."

"I wonder what they will think of a vampire who hunts vampires?"

She didn't let the question rest. "But I digress. There are places where neither is required, even of a vampire. It is a postmodern world in many areas; we have neither virtue nor good as an absolute, any more. I cannot say that this is a bad thing."

"A vampire killing vampires," Javier mused. "Is it really so far removed from man killing men? In my country we give the vampire due process through courts. Are we wrong?"
His tone was mild, as though their conversation were merely idle and of little consequence. But the intensity of his gaze, green-fire eyes large and unblinking, belied this.
Before the silence grew between them and the foxgirl could present her reply, he added softly "And are you here for the lectures?"

His features were difficult to read. Were the lips twisted into a sneer that spoke as eloquently as words - 'what do hunters know of the hunted, other than how to kill their prey'? Or a half-moon curve of sadness communicating the same words in a different tone.

"Partly. But mostly because I am intrigues by a recent surge in both vampiric incidents and the public exposure of vampire hunters. Following a period of relative dormancy, the supernatural is becoming more prevalent, except in those places inimical to it. Such as Ravenspire." Winter chuckled quietly, humorlessly, at that. "Wrong? Not by my standards, at least. Our law doesn't discriminate. Of course, drinking the blood of an unwilling being is a good way to get killed in accordance with the 'self-defense and defense of others' clause."

"I should go, I need to prepare for a lecture." Kain said and stood up.

"I would shake you hand but." Kain smiled and showed him his cloven talons. He walked off, his cloak a green colour, which seemed to act in it's own way, as if it didn't need to obey gravity or the wind.

Kain walked off, and went into the hotel smiling a little. He was quite pleased, although the shadows at the back of his mind told him of troubles, Kain put those thoughts aside. He had been depressed for too long. Now was not time for self-pity. It did no good anyway Kain thought.

He walked into his room and reached into a tiny pouch, which he produced an impossibly large book for that minisqule pouch. The book which he produced was brown, and had his white symbol upon it. It was not a clan symbol, he no longer had one.

He opened up his diary and flicked through the pages. To anyone else, the pages where totally illegible, the words span and danced before your eyes. But to Kain the words where finely written, and legible. Only he could read them, it would tak emany years for anyone else to dispell a single sentance. This bookheld his deepest thoughts, only when he died would the enchantments crumble.

He flicked through carefully due to his cloven talons. He had many times ripped a page in the past, or destroyed a pen due to it, much to his annoyance. It also gave certain....social problems at the best times. Not that Kain was very social.

He produced a silver pen, looked at the runes upon it which he had carved. It had taken him days to make that pen, it was complex and unique. No other person could write with it and understand what they where writing. There was no code, just complex magic which made the writing completely illegible.

He began to write his lecture, it became rather long. During the time Kain was lost in thought, he found peace when he wrote, the kind of refelction. he wrote far better than he did speak he felt.

Kain is a complex man, in life and in undeath. His many experiances have changed him more than any other person could understand, the trials and curses he had to endure where far mroe than any normal vampire, mentally and physically. Few understood this...

(OOC Please still reply to Kain's previous answer, but just consider this after your responce. It is just so I can continue)

(at last a chance to get in here)

Larkinia Space Command Headquarters, Space City

Captain Chrisopher Markson and Commander Nathanial Stevens were reading over their latest issue of "The Hunter" magazine that the Larkinian Military provided them when they saw the ad for the upcoming conference.

"Starts any day now," Markson grinned, "We've got some shore leave stored up."

Stevens nodded as he punched up the RSVP, "Yeah, if we hurry we can just make it in time."


To: VanHelsing Society, Celeborne
From: Larkinia Space Command HQ

Captain Christopher Markson and Commander Nathanial Stevens, LSC, would like to RSVP two slots in the conference if they are still available.

Lennox approached the guard. "So, what's this all about, here?" he asked, friendly and unassuming. The other two kept scanning with their Tac Glasses.

The guard smiled at Lennox "this is the Vampire hunters summit , sir. Will you be attending ?"

Lennox thought quickly. This could be interesting, and would gather intel for us... "Yes. What is the entry fee?"

OOC: Everyone that has requested to attend and/or give a lecture are welcomed

It was about 5pm and drinks were being served in the main lobby, a huge affair of stark white marble, red table cloths, and gold accents everywhere. A small man in a plain blue suit approaches the microphone " Welcome to the first vampire hunters summit. I am Charles Newton, historian for the VanHelsing society. We have several lectures scheduled for the next two days, and an ongoing trade show with the latest in hunting technology. Tonight however we encourage you to mingle and get to know one another. A buffet style dinner is being served, and the bar is open tonight. Again, welcome to the summit." With that Charles walked off the stage and began to walk around greeting people.

Lennox thought quickly. This could be interesting, and would gather intel for us... "Yes. What is the entry fee?"

"Yes it is $500 per person attending, but it encludes your room fee. I believe that they have a registration table set up for late commers."

OOC: Why wasn't I invited?

You are invited now .

OOC: Hmm. Why is Kain allowed there? If I send anyone, they'd do everything in their power to remove him from this planet.

Lennox noddd to the guard. "Thank you, I do believe we will stay." He nodded to his companions. "Let's go."

As they approached, Riggs fiddled with his briefcase. "I hope they accept rare metals."

They reached the desk, and Lennox stepped up. "Three to stay for the conference please. Do you take metals, or do we need currency?" He pulled out a bar of platinum. "It's pure, by the way."

OOC: Hmm. Why is Kain allowed there? If I send anyone, they'd do everything in their power to remove him from this planet.

OOC: go for it. I am allowing everyone in and the only restriction on weapons is no explosives ( I like this island alot). This is not a peace inforced thread, I am going to let things happen as they happen.

TRSN: "Yes sir, metals wil be fine. We are well versed in conversion, as we take donations from many different sources." He issues them passes and room numbers with code keys."The mixer has begun , there is a buffet and an open bar if you would like to attend."

Father Gabriel walked back to his room, hands clenched behind his black jacket. His mind was puzzling out the existance of Kain. The being interested him.
Picking up a black leather bound book he began to read, in times of introspection he found that it always helped.
The title read "Difh Harkwa Fisfma" it was a language long since forgotten in English it read, "the way of the wicked"

Lennox nods. "Thank you." He turned to the other two. "Take the gear to the rooms. Then join me at the dinner. I'll be in there."

Riggs nods knowingly and goes to sweep the rooms for bugs and place their own listening gear. The other TRSN soldier follows, carefully catalogging everything in the halls and rooms.

Lennox helps himself to the buffet and looks around for someone to talk to.

OOC: If anyone talks to me, I'll reply tomorrow morning. Goodnight.

OOC: you will find the room free of bugs or other devices.

OOC: you will find the room free of bugs or other devices.
OOC: w00t.

The Inquisitorial dropship flew in for a perfect landing. One of the Inquisitors leaned forward. "Herr Captain, what are we doing here?"

"Meeting with heathens, whose sole good grace is the fact that they are not undead, to discuss the killing of undead."

Ushas had been wondering around the island for the past days. He had a gut feeling that trouble would come of this conference, and he felt it would be wise to gather as much knowledge about his surroundings as possible, before hell would break loose.

Now, he was watching the Roanian ship touch down, with Inquisitors exiting the vessel. When he recognized them, he looked wuite unhappy. Inquisitors were not known for their ability to keep the peace. Slowly, Ushas turned around and walked off, back to the hotel. He had his orders...

Kain finished his writing, the numerous pages of his work was written in a florishing text, his writing was sophisiticated and intellegent. He was rather proud of it, and closed the book and placed it back into the small pouch which could not have possibly held the book. He looked around the room and left, going outside to feel the cool breeze. It was refreshing.

His Cloak decided to go with the wind this time, and blew gently in the breeze, the purple cloth was magical, the ripples within it caused by it's freewill, not the effect of wind or gravity. Kain set out to go and go where he would give his lecture.

(OOC Where would Kain give his lecture?)

James flew along the road on his motorbike, the wind whipping his face. His shoulder length hair was flung backwards, and he was loving every second. He began to slow down when he saw a building that seemed about right. He pulled over, and reached into his long, brown overcoat. He pulled out a scrap of paper, and checked the address.

He approached the building cautiously, mentally scanning the surrounding area for any signs of spies - it seemed safe enough. James walked up to the bouncer outside - a big man, well built, he must've been at least 6"6.

"Name?"

"James. James Belmont."

"Not on the list. Maybe you've got the wrong address."

The bouncer had barely even glanced at the list - perhaps it was the way he looked? He had to admit, he didn't look like a legendary vampire hunter now. His shoulder length hair was greasy and tangled, and the stubble on his chin suggested that he hadn't shaved for several days.

"No, I've got the right address. This is the VanHelsing vampire hunter's summit, correct?"

"...Yes. Admission is $500."

"I don't have $500"

"Then you aren't going in."

James was getting annoyed by now.

"Ok, I don't like you, and it's obvious you don't like me, so I'm going to make this nice and simple." As he spoke the next sentence, he opened up his long overcoat. "Let me in."

Inside was a wide variety of weapons, ranging from holy crosses, to crystals, to a pair of uzis. There were steel tonfas, vials, books, knives, axes, even a small stopwatch. They all had the same holy glow around them though. One item in particular was eminating a lot of holy power, a whip. The 'Vampire Killer' handed down from Belmont to Belmont. It was almost a thousand years old, and had defeated Dracula on several occasions.

The bouncer's eyebrows raised in surprise, and James stepped around the bouncer, dropping five hundred dollar bills oin the floor as he swept past with a smile on his face. He approached the reception, smiling.

"The name's James Belmont. I just payed on the door."

"Partly. But mostly because I am intrigues by a recent surge in both vampiric incidents and the public exposure of vampire hunters. Following a period of relative dormancy, the supernatural is becoming more prevalent, except in those places inimical to it. Such as Ravenspire." Winter chuckled quietly, humorlessly, at that. "Wrong? Not by my standards, at least. Our law doesn't discriminate. Of course, drinking the blood of an unwilling being is a good way to get killed in accordance with the 'self-defense and defense of others' clause."


"Inimical," Javier savoured the word, rolled it over his tongue like a fragrant cigar. "Inimical and the supernatural are usually hand in hand. Don't you think? Such things thrive in these circumstances."

He pondered the young foxgirl, wondered what secrets drifted through her mind.
Do you perceive as quickly, as easily, the vampires drifting through the world?

"What are you hoping to learn here?"

The same man returns to the microphone.
"Gentlemen and ladies, our first speaker will be beginning his lecture in just a few moments. Those of you who wish to attend the lecture by Kain Irenicus, please meet in the green room."

The green room is located on the second floor, it is stadium style seating, has one wall that is all windows, a table in the back with snacks and drinks, and a small stage with a podium at the front of the room. Let the games begin.

Kain, your on.

Lennox glanced up, interested. He made his way to a seat and sat down in the back of the room, watching this "Kain" intently. His scanners began to flicker. He's not human... no, he's a vamp. Why would a vampire hunt vampires? Is this a trap? Lennox toggled the safety off of his pistol, but did not draw or make any agressive moves. He was just being cautious.

The Inquisitors stopped at the door. "What's the price?"

Markson and Stevens looked up from their laptops to see the first speaker approach the podium.

"He's not human," Stevens said.

"What gave it away? The green skin?" Markson asked.

"This should be interesting."

The Inquisitors stopped at the door. "What's the price?"

The guard looks up and sees the Inquisitors garb. He stands at attention. " You are all cleared sirs, your money is no good here. A special patron has already taken care of everything for you. God save the church."
He hands them pamphlets detailing the events, passes to all of them, and room keys.

"Thank you, my child. Now..." He scans the event list. "Oh, dear. #57, giving a speech? Well, we can't have that now, can we?"

"Inimical," Javier savoured the word, rolled it over his tongue like a fragrant cigar. "Inimical and the supernatural are usually hand in hand. Don't you think? Such things thrive in these circumstances."

He pondered the young foxgirl, wondered what secrets drifted through her mind.
Do you perceive as quickly, as easily, the vampires drifting through the world?

"What are you hoping to learn here?"

"Ah. I have not been clear." She smiles slightly, as though embarrassed, but her pigmentless skin does not flush with blood. "In our case, it isn't the people who make it inimical, but the country itself. Magic, psychic power, spiritualism, divine intervention... none of it works there, and most native-born citizens are immune to those forces. It is... not unique, no, but unusual."

She frowns slightly, as though trying to recall something just on the edge of memory, before continuing. "Many vampires don't fare well there. Some species... if that's an appropriate term... seem to possess a mystical component to their feeding, and so they find that the blood they drink there does not nourish them. And almost all are unable to... reproduce... while in the country, because there, the dead cannot rise. But for all that, we do have vampires of our own..."

"But I've been ignoring your question. I apologize; it wasn't my intent to avoid answering. I'd like to see what new methods are in practice, what new weapons are being used, and whether the ideology has changed at all. Many hunters seem rather indiscriminate."

Kain stepped up onto the podium, and he looked calm and ready. He spoke a word a three small blue lights formed around him. The effect was rather remarkable, it cast Kain in a rather sensitive light, one of a calmness which added to his already powerful self control.

He began, his cloak at his side around one of his arms, a deep purple, reflecting his mood. His white hair streamed onto the back of the Cloak, contrasting greatly with the green skin and purple Cloak. He began, his voice steady, as he looked at each one in turn. His voice filled the room, his calm and caring voice held no pretences, yet it held a rather serious tone about it.

“Many of you are sure are wondering why I am here. I am a vampire, attending a vampire hunter’s summit. Yet if I might have a few moments to ask a few questions. I am considered by some of you as an enemy, as being called #57…to some I am friend. But I speak all to you the same now, give me a moment to speak as a person.” Kain said and looked around, pausing for a moment.

“May I ask a question to those of you who hunt those who are vampires? Why would you dedicate your life to kill vampires?” Kain asked to them looking at them. A few strands of his white hair stranded down to his face, the thin strands where delicate and reflected some of the light.

Kain knew he was in danger…. he did not have the Brightblade. Still there was a high chance of being able to escape…but Kain was not happy, not happy at all. He was uneasy really, but his calm outer exterior spoke clearly and with conviction.

The VanHelsing rep in the back of the room started to curse "damnit Kain" He said under his breath " I thought you were going to talk about hunting vampires, not turn this into a symposium on why you should not hate vampires...."

"I believe teh question should be," Roth began, "is why shouldn't we hunt Vampires." He could tell from looking at this Kain that he was a vampire, and as he sat, he undid the thumb break on his holster.

The VanHelsing in the back turned to another gentleman "Who is that speaking now ?"
"Oh, that is the rep form the Imitora group"
"Oh hell..." He checks to make sure that his vest is on and grabs a helmet that is sitting on the floor behind him....

The VanHelsing in the back turned to another gentleman "Who is that speaking now ?"
"Oh, that is the rep form the Imitora group"
"Oh hell..." He checks to make sure that his vest is on and grabs a helmet that is sitting on the floor behind him....

OOC: Hey! :lol: anyways, hes only armed with this (atm) http://www.bazluhrmann.org/gun.gif

OOC: He's an Imitoran with a gun. Why weren't we told there would be Armed Imitorans at this symposium?? ;)

[OOC:Bah… I’ve got lost in a few threads and I’m only just beginning to catch up. This happens before Kain’s speech]

Stuart raised his hand quickly, running out towards the road…

“Taxi!” He shouted. The car begun to slow down and veered towards to park next to him. “Vanhelsing society building please”.

Stuart clambered into the taxicab and turned his head towards the window… it was a nice place, maybe even nice enough to retire to some day. The journey wasn’t all that long as they had made a point of housing him near the building, after all, Omnirom was now a big customer and you always treated the customer well. Stuarts image hadn’t changed all that much, another grey suit, white shirt and blue tie outfit… he looked just like a businessman, he felt like a business man and thus he was happy. This is just business as far as he is concerned… threats like vampires, werewolves and other… monstrosities were a plague on mankind, often living their un-lives as nothing more then parasites, consuming our resources and giving nothing back to the community.

Well, now it was time to find out what these people were doing and to find out whether they were worthy of Omnirom’s support.

The taxi came to a halt… they were at the building. Stuart paid the driver and tipped him generously… it wasn’t his money so he didn’t mind. He simply walked up towards the building with his briefcase and entered without a fuss. When they asked to see his briefcase he give it up and allowed them to search it, only finding papers and a laptop. Stuart wasn’t here to fight and should vampires crash the party then he’ll be surrounded by people who know what they are doing. Calmly… he made his way into the conference hall and took a seet.

"Ah. I have not been clear." She smiles slightly, as though embarrassed, but her pigmentless skin does not flush with blood. "In our case, it isn't the people who make it inimical, but the country itself. Magic, psychic power, spiritualism, divine intervention... none of it works there, and most native-born citizens are immune to those forces. It is... not unique, no, but unusual."
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"But I've been ignoring your question. I apologize; it wasn't my intent to avoid answering. I'd like to see what new methods are in practice, what new weapons are being used, and whether the ideology has changed at all. Many hunters seem rather indiscriminate."

"That is the saddest thing I ever heard," Javier murmured. "You call it an immunity, but I would label it a barrier. With such immunity you are ignorant of the supernatural world that intersects and passes through the physical." A small sigh. "You cannot see the spiritual, the supernatural! For to see something is to be affected by it. We are worlds apart it seems."

He shook his head, genuine sorrow flickering deep in his eyes.

As the receptionist handed the room key over to James, he pocketed it and left the building. He grabbed a heavy black bag from his motorcycle, and went back inside, up the stairs, and eventually found his way to the room. He dumped the bag on the bed, and got undressed, ready to shower before the summit began. He stood there under the hot water, allowing it to flow around his body... I wonder...who will be here?

He released his mind, and suddenly the world became much sharper, and yet blurred. Inanimate objects, walls, floors, became secondary to living things. People, animals, even plants, suddenly stood out, as he drifted around the silent halls. He approached the main hall as a representitive of the VanHelsing society began addressing the hunters. Damnit, it wouldn't be long until the conference began.

James got out of the shower, and dried off quickly. He barely had time to shave and get dressed. He still felt greatly refreshsed, however, and it was good to be in different clothes. He wore a victorian style white shirt, with a long white coat that didn't cover his white trousers. Many people said that he looked like Richter, both in facial features and in his choice of formal wear. This was the same type of suit worn by Richter against Dracula all those years ago...Ahem. (OOC: Pic of Richter here (http://members.aol.com/HughSterb/reviews/drac/rich.gif))

He layed out his weaponry, taking only a few of them. His 'Vampire Killer' whip, that he carried everywhere, a holy cross, a few bottles of holy water, a pair of uzis and a small vial of white holy ahses (Bibuti).

James found his way downstiars, as the representitive got up again.

"Gentlemen and ladies, our first speaker will be beginning his lecture in just a few moments. Those of you who wish to attend the lecture by Kain Irenicus, please meet in the green room."

Kain Irenicus! He was here? Hrm...perhaps they could talk afterwards. In the meantime, he was concerned with what a vampire, even one such as Kain, was doing here. He went upstairs to the green room, and stood at the back, out of sight, waiting for Kain to take to the stage.


“May I ask a question to those of you who hunt those who are vampires? Why would you dedicate your life to kill vampires?”

James stepped forward, his whip coiled in his right hand, arms folded.

"The question is, Kain, why shouldn't we hunt vampires? They have done nothing to aid us, nothing that would deem them worthy of an unlife. Good hearted vampires are few and far between, and I would never knowingly harm one - but of course, as you're still standing there, you already know that. Vampires are innately evil. They use black magic. They are harmed by holy water, afraid of holy men such as myself. There is no denying it."

Crag lifted himself off of his tired horse. The Orc took his huge axe from the saddle and began to look forward to a fight with a few vamps. No-one back in Orcistan held any challenge for him anymore

Crag lifted himself off of his tired horse. The Orc took his huge axe from the saddle and began to look forward to a fight with a few vamps. No-one back in Orcistan held any challenge for him anymore
Ignored for various reasons.

ooc: Ignored?? We have vampires and angels and crazy Über demons...why can't we have an Orc?

“May I ask a question to those of you who hunt those who are vampires? Why would you dedicate your life to kill vampires?”

James stepped forward, his whip coiled in his right hand, arms folded.

"The question is, Kain, why shouldn't we hunt vampires? They have done nothing to aid us, nothing that would deem them worthy of an unlife. Good hearted vampires are few and far between, and I would never knowingly harm one - but of course, as you're still standing there, you already know that. Vampires are innately evil. They use black magic. They are harmed by holy water, afraid of holy men such as myself. There is no denying it."

"Are vampires innately evil? How do you know this? Would you imply it would be our nature to be evil? And just because one vampire might walk a darker path than the others, should the other vampires be damned? If so, I would damn all humans, for I have seen many vile acts. I was not human before my change, so perhaps it might be different for a human transformation."

"You speak as though vampires have no choice. I assure you, we do. Even if we where innately evil, which we are not, some may choose to deny this fatalistic judgement and defy that which has been forced upon us, this evil status...not that this is the case that we are. Now I am not saying there are not evil vampires out there...I admit there are many. But to hunt a vampire simply due to thier affliction is maddness.....I have to say this. I am was not human, but I have seen many of your race. And I have noticed this. Many assume that other races have no freewill, as opposed to yourselves. I claim this is false." Kain said. He felt more tense, his talons digging in slightly in the podum without him realisiing.

Still...he had to stand up and say this.

ooc: Ignored?? We have vampires and angels and crazy Über demons...why can't we have an Orc?

OOC: Cuz KI didn't think of it...

[quote=Agrigento]ooc: Ignored?? We have vampires and angels and crazy Über demons...why can't we have an Orc?

(OOC Apologies. I read that orc statement wrongly, I thought he was just coming in to kill anyone. I thought it was someone just here to disrupt this dilibrately. Carry on.)

(OOC Apologies. I read that orc statement wrongly, I thought he was just coming in to kill anyone. I thought it was someone just here to disrupt this dilibrately. Carry on.)

ooc: Okay, its not my character, just thought it was slightly odd.

"Why? Because just as a vampire is innately evil, humans are innately lazy. Don't deny it - it's true for the majority. It is this laziness, which is inherited from humans, that makes vampires evil. Do not tell me that your life has been easy, Kain Irenicus. Do not tell me that staying on the path of rightousness has been easy, for I know it has not. For a vampire, it is easier to live as they please, feed on who they please, kill who they please. Staying true and good requires too much effort, and has little reward. It is my duty to protect those who cannot protect themselves from these beasts, these creatures, this virus. That is why I hunt them."

(OOC: Just a little humor with the laziness thing :D)

"You have a point there. It would be easier for me to kill and hunt like some beast. Yet my Sire has taught me well, as should all Sires teach thier childer well. Like a parent to a child, the Sire has much effect upon the childer. I agree with you, those who hunt humans or other sentient beings should be punished...but I am sure many would be better put into rehabilitation, not simply killed. These people can learn...many might just be vicitims from bastards who turned them against thier will. Those who do turn others, should be killed. I agree with you there. In the perfect world, every vampire could be taught to work with others, to use blood banks and the like. But unfortunatly many cannot. It is simply something to bear in mind."

"Vampirism is a virus. Also it is a blessing. It is a double edged sword....one which should be treated with great caution, the decision to become one is a great one I can tell you. But it has advantages and disadvantages, it is just if a vmapire chooses to let those disadvantages take hold of him, and make them a beast."

Roth shifted in his seat, and undid teh thumb break on his other holster. It was taking him quite a bit to not just blow the bastard away right now. 40 10mm JHPs to his face would kill him nicely, he thought.

OOC: Changed my mind...here's a pic of Roth's two pistols

http://www.svi-flass.de/open2.jpg

"So what do you propose to do about vampirism? You said yourself that it is merely a virus, yet for some reason, you are against merely destroying this virus. It is quite possible. Perhaps if the church commanded as much power as it used to, this problem would never have become an issue. So, I will say it again. If you do not want to stop vampirism, what do you want to do?"

"I propose this. I believe that much violance could be stopped, many lives saved, vampiric and human lives if we simply take a few measures. Many vampires have been attacked as mortals, and are simply trying to survive, confused and alone within this world, without guidance as thier Sire's have abandoned them. I feel strongly that in many cases, newly fledged vampires can be taught how to come to terms with thier new and often frightening abilities. I fully endorse those who do bring justice to those who would turn poeple against thier will, to feed off the innocent, to terrorise the populance. But I detest those who would hunt those who might be able to change and become positive members of the community." Kain said.

He was getting more and more tense, Kain knew this was it. If someone was going to do something, they would do it now. Readied, Kain awaited the responce.

The air in the room seemed to change ever so slightly, as if waiting for something to happen. James slowly crossed his arms further, so that they went into his coat. He put the whip inside carefully, and gripped his uzis, just in case. He did not want to see Kain harmed here.

The air seemed to be alive, the tenseness of the room was impenetrable....like a heavy fog around everyone. The room was almost silent...apart from people reaching for weapons. And Kain heard them. He made no effort to reach for his sword...it would do no good.

Lennox watched the man on the podium, his weapons readied but not pointed. What's he talking about? I've never seen a vamp turn against the darkness... is this a trap? Either way, this could be nasty. He thought as he watched the massive amounts of military hardware being readied. He toggled his nanocommunications, alerted the others. For now, the soldier just watched in cynical disbelief.

"That is the saddest thing I ever heard," Javier murmured. "You call it an immunity, but I would label it a barrier. With such immunity you are ignorant of the supernatural world that intersects and passes through the physical." A small sigh. "You cannot see the spiritual, the supernatural! For to see something is to be affected by it. We are worlds apart it seems."

He shook his head, genuine sorrow flickering deep in his eyes.

"It may be so," Winter admitted. "But the supernatural rarely was beneficial to us, and the divine much less so. There are no gods of Ravenspire, but there are thousands of hells. Since the crystal shell first manifested, however, it has been a nation of men and women empowered to... or left to, if you prefer... guide their own course. There is no greater power there than the will of man, and our technological development in the last century has provided us with conveniences enough. I cannot say we've had the worst of the deal."

The air seemed to be alive, the tenseness of the room was impenetrable....like a heavy fog around everyone. The room was almost silent...apart from people reaching for weapons. And Kain heard them. He made no effort to reach for his sword...it would do no good.


The captain idly began to thumb one of his pistols. Around him, dressed in civilian clothes, sat his squad. #57... this time, I get you.

An older gentleman in the back in a perfectly tailored suit stood up " Kain, I call you a liar. Satan is the father of lies and you are his chosen son. You try to pull the wool over the eyes of the faithful assembled here. You are here on false pretenses, claiming to give a speach to this august body on hunting vampires, instead you try to sway these good men and women from thier god appointed task of ending vampireism. "

Markson and Stevens look back at the Celebornian speaker.

"He's got a good point," Stevens said to Markson.

Markson looked at him, "Let's wait for a response before we carry this on, these guys appear to be on a roll."

The Inquisitors all stand up, suits tearing around them as their robes appear. The captain points his weapon at the vampire. "Kain Irenicus, in the name of the lord God I place you under arrest. You have the right to a trial by ordeal, anything you say can and will be used against you in said trial."

Lennox nodded to himself, his pistol now drawn, but his target not chosen. In the back of the room, Riggs adjusted his grip on the briefcase, and Isar dug into the duffel. Here we go... Lennox thought grimly. Don't shoot unless fired upon. Then kill.

OOC: There are ten of them, armed with finer weapons than you can even design at your age.

An older gentleman in the back in a perfectly tailored suit stood up " Kain, I call you a liar. Satan is the father of lies and you are his chosen son. You try to pull the wool over the eyes of the faithful assembled here. You are here on false pretences, claiming to give a speech to this august body on hunting vampires, instead you try to sway these good men and women from their god appointed task of ending vampireism. "

“Religon is then? I am Satan’s son am I? Even now, after all I have done for you people, you still believe me to be evil? Roania’s inquisitors owe me their lives for my won sacrifice, which almost killed me. Take a moment to look upon my actions…my aims. I grow wiery of this constant persecution from those who have not seen the truth.”

The Inquisitors all stand up, suits tearing around them as their robes appear. The captain points his weapon at the vampire. "Kain Irenicus, in the name of the lord God I place you under arrest. You have the right to a trial by ordeal, anything you say can and will be used against you in said trial."

Kain took a few step backwards, from the podium and closed his eyes.

“The path of of the righteous man is beset on all sides by the equities and tyranny of evil men….” Kain said quietly. He could run….he could run easily. Yet there was so much for him to do still…so much. He stood there for long seconds, he reached for his sword, but he but his hand by his side.

“On what charge?” Kain asked them calmly.

He closed his eyes and thought of why he had to do this. Why the world was like this. He stayed where he was…. he awaited their arresting hands. He prepared to run for it. He was calm however…

(OOC He has made no move of violence, your people would not shoot. They would make an effort to arrest him yes, but Kain will do something. Put handcuffs on and stuff but wait for me to react.)

OOC: There are ten of them, armed with finer weapons than you can even design at your age.
OOC: He's not targetting you. He's just trying to protect himself. And, I use high quality weapons in very small quality. To date, I have 12 ships in NS "reality", and that is it! I don't have a planet, a support base, or even a space station (yet); I have to rely on allies to maintain my equipment and ships! So I think I can have good weapons (while they last), and I resent the imications of your statement. Quality over quantity.

Roth looked back at the men. Impressive he thought. He looked at his own 'button up' silk short sleave shirt with a picture of the Virgin Mother on it, then to his two pistols. He slowly stood up, and moved towards an aisle seat, and sat back down. He wanted a better angle on Kain getting blasted, and a chance to get some rounds in if he tried to run.

Kain, be ready to mist at any moment. This looks like it's going to get ugly...

James took his right hand off of the customised uzi, searching for the stopwatch...damnit! He'd left it upstairs. He had to get it, fast. He bolted straight out of the door behind him, leaving a golden tinge where his aurahad been. He sprinted down the hall to his room, fumbling with the key. He grabbed the stopwatch from the bed, and a small pouch of stones. He turned again, slamming the door on the way out, and sprinted back towards the green room, his aura glowing golden.

Kain readied himself for the pain that was certainly assured. he looked around at those who pointed thier weapons against him. He remained totally calm, and awaited their responce....

I am...do not get yourself killed. Do not harm them, it will only fuel thier hatred. Kain replied.

How could these bastards be so narrowminded? After all I have done for them? I saved thier hides within the temple, and still they percequte me? What maddness has spawned this logic? I see that some humans cling onto thier blissful fantasies for confort...thier eyes clouded to the truth.

(OOC Note, Kain refers humans as the race as he himself was not human when he was mortal. He was a Psi, an offshoot of the human race with greater phychic abilites etc. They seperate themselves from humans due to thier society and ways, gifts and talents and most importatnly thier magic.)

http://images.legacyofkain.net/sr2/captures/intro/kain_22.jpg

For a second, just a second, an image appeared before Kain, and Kain alone. Mephisto stood tall above the Inquisitors, red strings floating upwards from them and into his hands. He smiled, and when he spoke his voice could only be heard by Kain. Foolish vampire, you had the oppurtunity to join me. Now, you will die at the hand of my puppets

The image faded, and the captain snapped to attention. "For being a vampire, an abberation in the eyes of the lord!"

Kain saw him...he saw him in all his power. He almost fell to his knees and trembled due to the ultimatium that he gave. He dissapeared and Kain faced thier accustations once more.

He heard thier accustation and pure anger filled him. How easy it would be just to lash out....to attack them. He almost did, his cloven talons digging into the wooden podium. He closed his eyes, frustration filling him. His shoulders began to shake, he put his head down.

"You are a disgrace for your religon and God!" Kain roared, as he threw back his head and ripped the podume apart. He ran forward straight towards them, and slwoly his legs and body began to change into mist.

His strides where long and powerful, his cloven feet pushing the ground hard, leaving marks upon the floor. Kain knew they would fire....it might kill him. But he was so angry at them, he just wanted to get out of here...to get away from these bastards.

James ran through the doorway as Kain began to mist...Damnit! Now he couldn't carry him out of there. He clicked the stopwatch, and the whole area froze, colours shifting into monochrome. Only himself and Kain were still in colour, the only one's able to move.

"Go Kain!" James shouted, as he sprinted towards the inquisitor before the effects wore off. He grabbed the pistol, and jerked it out of his hand, just as the world shifted once more...

(OOC: The 'stopwatch' is an item from castlevania (the game James' family is based on. It causes all enemies in the area to freeze for five seconds. Kain can still move because James doesn't consider him an 'enemy'. You don't see the room freeze, you will just see the everything as it was when the stopwatch runs out, if that makes sense.)

The Inquisitors stared at Kain. "What is he babbling about?"

"I do not know, Frau Forben. We must take him, though." The room suddenly froze.

(OOC: Well, almost all...)

In the back of the room, Winter raised an eyebrow, but remained seated. Localized interruption of spacetime... with regard only to individual sentients. Interesting magic. But it can't possibly last long, or else-- The room snapped back into motion. Ah. It doesn't.

(OOC: Well, almost all...)

In the back of the room, Winter raised an eyebrow, but remained seated. Localized interruption of spacetime... with regard only to individual sentients. Interesting magic. But it can't possibly last long, or else-- The room snapped back into motion. Ah. It doesn't.

(But what about those people who ignore magic? *nudges Imitora and whispers "blow 'em away dude!"* ...)

Stuart sat and watched in awe as the vampire leapt towards a crowd of vampire hunters in a vampire hunting society... actually, Stuart was amazed the creature even bothered, the people in here either religiously objected to vampires or (like Stuart) scientifically objected to vampires.

Eitherway, Stuart ducked for cover under his seat, he didn't have a gun, stake sword or otherwise, but he did know that the others will open fire and they may not always be accurate.

This incident only served to prove the hunters right... the vampires are dangerous. But Stuart already knew that... his company had opened his eyes to the underworld where vampires and werewolves lived, terrorising the human populace.

Stuart also found it funny that the creature, who was condemned by the hunter's religions, was claiming they were in fact disgracing their religion for ridding the world of something their religions hate... doesn't matter... Stuart thought. It will all be over in a couple seconds and we'll have a fresh example of why we are fighting.

(OOC Sorry, Forum has been a trifle uncooperative...)

Javier blinked.
His fingers stretched out before him were now black, obsidian glass webbed with arterial veins of smoke. Fog swirled through the air and the cold bit into his transformed flesh, vipers lashing out at him.

Something had happened within the physical world, something that had instantly thrust him out and into the crystal ring.
Passing an eye over the shadows of the real world reflected around him; he found activity blazing like a beacon within a hall not far from where he stood. Closer here, within the crystal ring than had he remained fixed within the material.

He drifted closer, here within the ring he flew, wings of black velvet rippling out from his back.
Passed through walls that were nothing but tracings on the air here and stepped into the material, flesh wrapped around him once more.
He kept close to the walls, his appearance unwitnessed.

In the Hall, chaos reigned. He glimpsed the strange foxgirl with whom he had been conversing and wondered if she'd noticed his sudden disappearance. He considered the tableau before him, men shining crimson in their wrath.
But he made no move to enter the fray.

(OOC: Celeborne, I know you said no teleporting; is it semantics to argue that moving through the 'Crystal Ring' is not quite 'teleportation'? If this displeases, I'd be happy to make a rewrite on it.)

(Mendacious Weasel: It is fine since you are using it for rp effect and not just to get out of trouble, to show off your power, or to get the jump on anyone.
As to the stop watch, anyone who doesn't want to be effected by it, isn't. That is a little to powerful and gives a massive advantage. But I will not throw you off the island for it. Just don't complain if anyone ignores it.)

(excellent!)

Markson and Stevens watched as Kain charged the audience and then turned into mist.

"Not the brightest is he," Stevens said.

"Nope." Markson said. "Hmmmmm... mist. Hey, did you bring that vacuum pack from the ship? ;) What better way to clean up mist.."

"It's in the briefcase."

"Ahhhh," Markson nodded as someone shouted "Go Kain!" and people stopped.

"What is this?? A game of 'Red Light/Green Light'?" Markson asked as he stood up and popped his neck.

Markson and Stevens looked at Kain and each held up a pistol. "Silver holy bullets," Markson said.

(Shameless Plug for Celeborne coming up in 3....2....1..)

"Hunter Magazine, Issue 149?" Stevens asked

"Yep, where else?"

Roth spun, near dramaticaly, out of his seat, and pulled the two pistols, designed to be ultra acurate. He raised both of them to eye level, looking down the reflex sight of each, and squeezed. Several times. Each pistol had a 20 round magazine of 10mm SilverTips. The rounds were made of silver, and therefore would have the same blosoming effect as a JHP, but also have that nasty little effect on the vampire. All 20 screamed towards Kain's head and back.

Markson and Stevens, looking remarkably like Jules and Vincent Vega in Pulp Fiction, start squeezing off rounds at Kain at an angle from Roth as Kain ran.

Lennox felt quesy as the room "skipped", almost like a bad frame in a movie. Extra-temporal device! "Go Kain!" someone bellowed. I know who's side it's on, then.

He toggled his comm. "Riggs, stop him." As he spoke, he reached into his vest, removing an MP5k. He opened up on full auto, touching the trigger to spurt bullets in a more controlled pattern.

Riggs, beside the door that Kane was running for, dived to dodge the volley of gunfire that was slowly angling towards him. As the mist/vampire approached, a medium sized contraption emerged from the suitcase, a series of pressurized tubes and cylinders, with a fuel cell strapped beneath. He released a stream of liquid fire from the flamethrower. "Burn, baby!" he cried as the flames rushed forth. "I shall cleanse you with the purifying flame!" he declared half jokingly, laughing as he washed the fire across the mist. Not checking to see if he did any damage, he dived away as the cell pinged empty, ducking back behind cover to avoid the continuing fire and any burning, angry vampire who might cut down anything in his path.

In the lobby, the third squad member waited on the stairs, a rilfe perched through a wedge, hidden and tracking the door.

Stuart kept down as he could hear the bullets whistling past him. If he brought a gun with him he may have joined in... however he wouldn't be stupid enough to be in the open while firing, he would have been in cover. He didn't even see the temporal effect on the summit... he just heard the din of the fire fight in the background.

OOC:MP5 in your jacket? Whoa... you must have looked fat...

(OOC: I don't have a problem with a few people ignoring it, as long as it's for a good reason. Also, the watch can only be used once every two days, so it's ot all that powerful.)

God damnit. Why do they insist on violence?

James grabbed the pouch from his room and ripped the top of, spilling the contents in a wide arc. Small multicoloured stones flew in every direction, rebounding from walls and floors without ever seeming to slow down. They weren't particularly powerful, but were a good distraction, and excellent for messing somebody's aim up. As he continued to spin, he grabbed for the 'Vampire Killer' whip. It danced around him, merely an extension of his body, and he began striking at the hands of the hunters firing weaponry. He did not want to see anybody killed here today.

Kain sprinted forward, his long strides propelling his further. He barged past some of the people, thier faces looking suprised as this being was slwoly turning into mist.

Kain almost thought for a second he might get away unscathed. He was wrong.

A shower of silver bullets erupted from the nozzle of the MP5s, thier silver barrage hurtling towards Kain, they seemed like bright rays of light spinning. All around him, Kain saw things shatter and splinter as the bullets ripped around him.

Then an extruciating pain, a pain which he had never felt in his mortal or immortal life. The silver went into his lower leg, Kain almost fell over. the bullet burned it seemed, Kain bellowed in agony as he felt the bullet imbededded in his flesh. Two more silver bullets flew into him, one in his shoulder, on his his mid torso.

These two bullets ripped straight through him, a shower of blood erupting like a volcano, a great crimson spray exploding from the wounds. Kain raored even louder as he began to fall over from the pain. But he became mist totally now and billowed out of the door. Just before Kain could escape, Kain felt roaring flames against him, thier hot toungues raking and ravaging his mist form. It did little, but Kain still felt pain. If he was in physical form, this attack would have done far more.

Kain escaped out of the door and drifted away, his mind screaming to escape, his body even in this form showed signs of pain. The mist flagged at points, accasionally Kain stuggled to keep this form intact, sometimes during his escape a small puddle of blood would stream down from his wounds.

Kain headed towards the sea...towards the beach.

(OOC We have something planned, please do not do anything drastic. You would be occupied with the inquisitors, and it would all be very confusing. Some of you people would be confused to see Kain just dissapearing, not knowing of his fog ability. Also, freindly fire....Oh yes, your inquisitors certainly should know that quote Kain said earlier, "The path of the rightous man...." is from the bible. It is said in Pulp Ficiton by Jules, Ezikiel 25:17 )

(Oh yes, your inquisitors certainly should know that quote Kain said earlier, "The path of the rightous man...." is from the bible. It is said in Pulp Ficiton by Jules, Ezikiel 25:17 )

OOC: However we don't have superhuman hearing so when you described it as "quietly" I didn't hear it. Being a big fan on Pulp Fiction I've heard it way to often... :P

(Oh yes, your inquisitors certainly should know that quote Kain said earlier, "The path of the rightous man...." is from the bible. It is said in Pulp Ficiton by Jules, Ezikiel 25:17 )

OOC: However we don't have superhuman hearing so when you described it as "quietly" I didn't hear it. Being a big fan on Pulp Fiction I've heard it way to often... :P

(OOC True that...but I thought when they said, "What is he babbling on about?" they heard what he said.)

14 And I will lay my vengeance upon Edom by the hand of my people Israel: and they shall do in Edom according to mine anger and according to my fury; and they shall know my vengeance, saith the Lord GOD. *
15 Thus saith the Lord GOD; Because the Philistines have dealt by revenge, and have taken vengeance with a despiteful heart, to destroy it for the old hatred; *
16 Therefore thus saith the Lord GOD; Behold, I will stretch out mine hand upon the Philistines, and I will cut off the Cherethims, and destroy the remnant of the sea coast. *
17 And I will execute great vengeance upon them with furious rebukes; and they shall know that I am the LORD, when I shall lay my vengeance upon them.*
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S.L.Jackson has stated several times in many different interviews that what his character starts spouting is mostly crap and does not actually exist within the bible. Ezekiel 25 ends after verse 17, and as you can see, there is no mention of "the path of the righteous man". *
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I'm not arguing the coolness of the quote, it's just that he added stuff that is not in the bible.

OOC:MP5 in your jacket? Whoa... you must have looked fat...
OOC: MP5k is a compact version, and I'm using the stockless version now. In a large coat it would be less obvious than a large calibre handgun. What it loses in accuracy, it gains in portability.

IC: As Kain vanished, the SMG was knocked from Lennox's hands with a sudden pain. He spun, unable to see his assailant, the MP5k already back up in his off hand only, his firing hand numb. What the... someone's not playing fair... Something would have to be done to insure his unit's security.

14 And I will lay my vengeance upon Edom by the hand of my people Israel: and they shall do in Edom according to mine anger and according to my fury; and they shall know my vengeance, saith the Lord GOD. *
15 Thus saith the Lord GOD; Because the Philistines have dealt by revenge, and have taken vengeance with a despiteful heart, to destroy it for the old hatred; *
16 Therefore thus saith the Lord GOD; Behold, I will stretch out mine hand upon the Philistines, and I will cut off the Cherethims, and destroy the remnant of the sea coast. *
17 And I will execute great vengeance upon them with furious rebukes; and they shall know that I am the LORD, when I shall lay my vengeance upon them.*
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S.L.Jackson has stated several times in many different interviews that what his character starts spouting is mostly crap and does not actually exist within the bible. Ezekiel 25 ends after verse 17, and as you can see, there is no mention of "the path of the righteous man". *
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I'm not arguing the coolness of the quote, it's just that he added stuff that is not in the bible.

(OOPS! I thought it was a real quote from the bible...eek! Ah well, the cool factor of it overcomes it. Anyway, Kain does not know much of the bible)

Kain sprinted forward, his long strides propelling his further. He barged past some of the people, thier faces looking suprised as this being was slwoly turning into mist.

Kain almost thought for a second he might get away unscathed. He was wrong.

A shower of silver bullets erupted from the nozzle of the MP5s, thier silver barrage hurtling towards Kain, they seemed like bright rays of light spinning. All around him, Kain saw things shatter and splinter as the bullets ripped around him.

Then an extruciating pain, a pain which he had never felt in his mortal or immortal life. The silver went into his lower leg, Kain almost fell over. the bullet burned it seemed, Kain bellowed in agony as he felt the bullet imbededded in his flesh. Two more silver bullets flew into him, one in his shoulder, on his his mid torso.

These two bullets ripped straight through him, a shower of blood erupting like a volcano, a great crimson spray exploding from the wounds. Kain raored even louder as he began to fall over from the pain. But he became mist totally now and billowed out of the door. Just before Kain could escape, Kain felt roaring flames against him, thier hot toungues raking and ravaging his mist form. It did little, but Kain still felt pain. If he was in physical form, this attack would have done far more.

Kain escaped out of the door and drifted away, his mind screaming to escape, his body even in this form showed signs of pain. The mist flagged at points, accasionally Kain stuggled to keep this form intact, sometimes during his escape a small puddle of blood would stream down from his wounds.

Kain headed towards the sea...towards the beach.

(OOC We have something planned, please do not do anything drastic. You would be occupied with the inquisitors, and it would all be very confusing. Some of you people would be confused to see Kain just dissapearing, not knowing of his fog ability. Also, freindly fire....Oh yes, your inquisitors certainly should know that quote Kain said earlier, "The path of the rightous man...." is from the bible. It is said in Pulp Ficiton by Jules, Ezikiel 25:17 )

OOC: No, it's not in the bible, thus they wouldn't know.

IC: The Captain snapped his fingers. 5 Inquisitors followed after Kain. The remaining stayed within the compound, pointing their weapons at the other delegates. "You are all under arrest for aiding and abetting the escape of a vampire. Get down, and seek the lord's forgiveness!" They cocked their RA87s and pointed them downwards, but left it clear that at a moments notice they would open fire.

The other Inquisitors followed Kain down to the beach. Occasionally, they spotted droplets of blood, letting them know they were on the right track.

Kain drifted along the paths, he was in agony. He never realisd how much apin a bullet could cause. Where all bullets like this Kain wondered...

Kain had never been shot in his life. Certainly, he had been wounded in combat, but he had never had the unfortuante experiance to been shot.

He went along, his form billowing upon the floor, a odd patch of blood left as a trail. Kain did not notice it....he headed towards the beach.

The Inquisitors silently communicated. He's going to the beach.

Of course. The edge. These things must be done at the beach. Brother Hans, Sister Macy, go down there, see if you can cut him off.

The two Inquisitors nodded, and started to slowly leap down the cliff.

Lennox couldn't believe it. These morons are trying to arrest us! What kind of crap are they on? He toggled his nanocomms. Riggs, Isaris, stay out of here. Riggs, you are in command. Get back to the warehouse. Get the gear. We need to reavaluate our situation. Who's the real good guy here?

The response was clear. Yes, sir. The other two squad members slipped away.

Lennox spoke to the Roanians. "Why are we under arrest? We attempted to stop him, same as you."

Lennox couldn't believe it. These morons are trying to arrest us! What kind of crap are they on? He toggled his nanocomms. Riggs, Isaris, stay out of here. Riggs, you are in command. Get back to the warehouse. Get the gear. We need to reavaluate our situation. Who's the real good guy here?

The response was clear. Yes, sir. The other two squad members slipped away.

Lennox spoke to the Roanians. "Why are we under arrest? We attempted to stop him, same as you."

The Captain glared at the man. "Down, and beg forgiveness for your failure."

"Herr Captain! The squad has reported in. They have him!"

Lennox returned the man's glare. "Beg forgiveness? I'm sorry, I don't beg. If I remember correctly, and I do, you didn't stop his exit either."

We're on the way. Riggs's nano comm came in.

Lennox held out his hand. "My name's Andrew Lennox. Let's be civilized about this."

The Captain stared at the man as if he was a particularly ugly rodent. "We have him. Even as we speak, he is being subdued, and removed to Roania."

"I congradulate you, then. Had I been given opportunity to pursue, I might have caught him as well. But, have you caught whatever flickered time?" Lennox asked.

"I congradulate you, then. Had I been given opportunity to pursue, I might have caught him as well. But, have you caught whatever flickered time?" Lennox asked.

"I'm sorry?" The captain asked, uninterested.

Kain escaped out of the door and drifted away, his mind screaming to escape, his body even in this form showed signs of pain. The mist flagged at points, accasionally Kain stuggled to keep this form intact, sometimes during his escape a small puddle of blood would stream down from his wounds.

Kain headed towards the sea...towards the beach.

Markson and Stevens saw the mist drift away, "The one time we coulda used a rotating head fan," Stevens grinned.

The two men reached into their briefcases exchanging the laptops for small submachine guns and extra clips. "This is gonna put a crimp in the military budget," Markson said throwing the strap of one of the briefcases over his shoulder quickly.

The two men charged out of the door way after the mist, shooting at it whenver they'd catch a glimpse of it.

A shadow-like figure entered the room, treading without sound. He hisses slightly as he breathes, and a long tail follows behind him, seemingly with a mind of its own. The black cloak he wears outlines a pair of sword-like objects. The shadow's hooded head glances around the room, observing with ever-watchful golden eyes.

Kain escaped out of the door and drifted away, his mind screaming to escape, his body even in this form showed signs of pain. The mist flagged at points, accasionally Kain stuggled to keep this form intact, sometimes during his escape a small puddle of blood would stream down from his wounds.

Kain headed towards the sea...towards the beach.

Markson and Stevens saw the mist drift away, "The one time we coulda used a rotating head fan," Stevens grinned.

The two men reached into their briefcases exchanging the laptops for small submachine guns and extra clips. "This is gonna put a crimp in the military budget," Markson said throwing the strap of one of the briefcases over his shoulder quickly.

The two men charged out of the door way after the mist, shooting at it whenver they'd catch a glimpse of it.

The Inquisitors opened fire on the two men. "Stop, civilians! You are interfering with Inquisitorial business, stand aside!"

The shadow sense a familiar presence nearby... Kain. 'I know that presence.' He stretched out with his thoughts. 'Kain, I will gladly dispatch these men, if that is your wish.' A clawed, scaly hand reached into the cloak, silently gripping the hilt of a katana.

The Inquisitors opened fire on the two men. "Stop, civilians! You are interfering with Inquisitorial business, stand aside!"

The men ducked behind one of the walls as the men opened fire.

"You've gotta be kidding," Markson growled as he thumbed off the trigger, and fired a burst at the Inquisitors.

"It's never easy for us is it?" Stevens grinned as he fired another blast at them.

Lennox, attempting to deal with the imperious Roanian officer, stopped suddenly, his internal senses and sensors ringing alarm. He had fought the Shadow for a decade and a half. After that, his intuition was honed to point, and he knew what was normal. This was not. "We're in danger." he whispered to the Roanian. "There's something here, hunting us..."

Lennox turned, changed the clip on his MP5k, tied another two clips to the first for rapid reload. Who... and where...

The Inquisitors opened fire on the two men. "Stop, civilians! You are interfering with Inquisitorial business, stand aside!"

The men ducked behind one of the walls as the men opened fire.

"You've gotta be kidding," Markson growled as he thumbed off the trigger, and fired a burst at the Inquisitors.

"It's never easy for us is it?" Stevens grinned as he fired another blast at them.

The 5 Inquisitors sprayed bullets around the room, the enemy's bouncing off their armor. "Stand down, civilians! You not that which you face!"

OOC: Whiptail, there is no way in hell he could take 4 Inquisitors, and a High Inquisitor.

OOC: Whiptail, there is no way in hell he could take 4 Inquisitors, and a High Inquisitor.

OOC: Might wanna ask Kain about that one. This fella's a badass. It's Mercenary Soldiers, this is the main character from a much larger nation, he's my Vampire Hunter. If Dekker can take on one of your boys, so can this fella.

OOC: BTW, whatever happened to Simon Darquis? Never did get to finish that RP...

OOC: Whiptail, there is no way in hell he could take 4 Inquisitors, and a High Inquisitor.

OOC: Might wanna ask Kain about that one. This fella's a badass. It's Mercenary Soldiers, this is the main character from a much larger nation, he's my Vampire Hunter. If Dekker can take on one of your boys, so can this fella.

1, maybe. But 4, and a Captain? No chance in hell. These are 1 man death squads. They don't parley, they don't talk, they just kill.

OOC: Sounds like Whiptail when the bloodlust hits. You think an Inquisitor is a fanatic, shoot him a few times and see what happens. He might not kill all of ya, but the one's he hits won't get up. Why are you at a vamp hunting conference in full battle armor anyway? Why shoot at your allies? That, and you're letting Kain escape by fighting amongst yourselves. Parlay might not be a bad idea at this point, before your damage bill exceeds the Inquisition's coffers. :lol:

OOC: Sounds like Whiptail when the bloodlust hits. You think an Inquisitor is a fanatic, shoot him a few times and see what happens. He might not kill all of ya, but the one's he hits won't get up. Why are you at a vamp hunting conference in full battle armor anyway? Why shoot at your allies? That, and you're letting Kain escape by fighting amongst yourselves. Parlay might not be a bad idea at this point, before your damage bill exceeds the Inquisition's coffers. :lol:

5 of the Inquisitors are tracking Kain right now, and have him trapped. 5 are remaining.

And the Inquisition is very, very wealthy.

OOC: BTW, whatever happened to Simon Darquis? Never did get to finish that RP...

He is being very friendly with a police officer back in Pantocratoria...

OOC: Now there's ten Inquisitors?
You'll be pleased to know that Aztereth is living comfortably in his palace in the ninth layer of hell, until he's 'summoned' again.

OOC: Now there's ten Inquisitors?
You'll be pleased to know that Aztereth is living comfortably in his palace in the ninth layer of hell, until he's 'summoned' again.

There have always been ten. Five of them are hunting Kain, the others are keeping the peace.

Now, post an IC post, and let my death squads shoot Whiptail full of blessed silver.

OOC: That's what his Colt M1911A1 is loaded with. BTW, you'll have to wait till Kain gets me a response. Whiptail is also a pivotal character in many RP's, so he isn't going to kick the bucket anytime soon. (Another) BTW, are you going to use that football play by Miss Cleo on him? That anime magic agrivates the hell outta me.

OOC: Yeah, bring him in so my guys can finish slipping out of the hall and get after Kain. ;)

OOC: Yeah, bring him in so my guys can finish slipping out of the hall and get after Kain. ;)

OOC: There are 5 Inquisitors out there who will succeed in killing everyone who gets in their way. Kain is out of your hands. Accept that.

OOC: Yeah, bring him in so my guys can finish slipping out of the hall and get after Kain. ;)

OOC: There are 5 Inquisitors out there who will succeed in killing everyone who gets in their way. Kain is out of your hands. Accept that.

Heh, Jesus. As long as you're being so reasonable about it... :roll:

OOC: Yeah, bring him in so my guys can finish slipping out of the hall and get after Kain. ;)

OOC: There are 5 Inquisitors out there who will succeed in killing everyone who gets in their way. Kain is out of your hands. Accept that.

Heh, Jesus. As long as you're being so reasonable about it... :roll:

OOC: Well, I need him around for a thread. Then, I'm going to kill him.

Winter remained crouched behind the row of seats, where she'd ducked once the firing had begun. She had now slowly, and with utter silence, worked her way almost to one of the aisles, remaining out of sight.

Winter remained crouched behind the row of seats, where she'd ducked once the firing had begun. She had now slowly, and with utter silence, worked her way almost to one of the aisles, remaining out of sight.

The captain sighed. "Ease up, Brethren! The creature is almost apprehended."

He turns to the crowd and raises his hands. "Let the Lord bless the assembled hunters here, for you do his work." He chanted the Lord's prayer, and then turned to Bartholomew. "Brother Bartholomew, please begin the chant of purification."

The armored figure nods, and moves forward. "Yea, though I walk in the shadow of the valley of the dead, I shall know no fear. The lord is my shepherd, I shall have no want..." Until it was finished. A calm aura settled over the room. "Brethren, Sistren, allies in our holy cause, I have well news. The vampire, #57, Kain Irenicus, will soon be in our custody, and going to Roania to face trial."

Lennox sighed. These religious fanatics ar worthless, yet dangerous. Great. At least they're marginally good guys... We'll have to be careful with them, but I don't think that they're out to get us. As the Inquisitors finished their chant, Lennox spotted a woman crawling out of the room.

He followed her nonchalanlty into the lobby, then asked politely, "Where might you be going, Miss?"

(OOC Whiptail I feel would not be able to take on all four of these people in this situation. To be able to would be not a godmod, but think how Roania would feel when some of the best fighters are taken out by one person? I would say Whiptail would harm a lot of inquisitors, but he would take huge amounts of damage. Kain with the Brightblade would have been able to defend himself better, but he would have still run away.)

Kain drifted along to the beach, his entire body straining for energy. He was all alone, he heard the crashing of the waves against the shore. Kain tumbled and fell over, his form becoming his old self once again. He rolled onto the floor, out of fatigue and pain.

He lied on the floor, recovering. His breathing was harsh, he felt blood rising in his throat. He slwoly got up, his face within the sand. He looked at where his head had been, and saw a large faceprint of his own blood. Cloak was a crimson red, covered with Kain's own blood, it dripped off it.

Kain forced himself up, his arms shaking from the effort. He started to run, but felt a surge of pain at every step. It slowed him down severly....He could barely move.

He heard the inquisiotrs so close behind him, thier feet running against the sand, the crunching noise of many people. Kain began to lose hope, he desperately summoned up his will to change into fog again.

But it was to no avail. He simply tried to jog pathetically, as his bleeding form had a long and dark red trail of blood.

"You, have just added resisting arrest to your crimes, Kain." A female Inquisitor said, out of breath. Around her, the others stood to attention. "Are you going to give yourself up?"

They drew their blades, "Or are we going to have to take steps?"

Kain turned around, his body swaying. He was angry at himself for allowing this to happen. Why had he come here? Yet Kain knew the answer immediately. It was because this was worth so much.

Kain drew his own long sword, it was silver. Kain held it within both cloven talons to try and steady to blade. Kain spat a great glob of blood as it came up his throat slowly.

So this is how it ends then? There was so much I wanted to do still....so many people who I still owe so much which that debt will never be repaid.

"Come and get me!" Kain bellowed hoarsely as he held the silver blade up in front of him, his large crimson Cloak billowing behind him in the wind, his own blood dripping off him. He was trying desperately to summon magic up...but his strength failed him....

Kain was covered with his own blood, his wounds where healing extremely slowly...those bullet holes where not sealing up however due to the silver.

If I am to die, let me die in combat, and not be some prisoner to these bastards, Kain prayed silently to whatever God was listening.

But God had another plan in mind.....

Lennox sighed. These religious fanatics ar worthless, yet dangerous. Great. At least they're marginally good guys... We'll have to be careful with them, but I don't think that they're out to get us. As the Inquisitors finished their chant, Lennox spotted a woman crawling out of the room.

He followed her nonchalanlty into the lobby, then asked politely, "Where might you be going, Miss?"

"Outside of the auditorium, naturally." The foxgirl rose smoothly to her feet. "It's a general rule of mine regarding trigger-happy religious lunatics. They are painfully inefficient, but also unpredictable. I would advise moving further from this room, incidentally."

Kain turned around, his body swaying. He was angry at himself for allowing this to happen. Why had he come here? Yet Kain knew the answer immediately. It was because this was worth so much.

Kain drew his own long sword, it was silver. Kain held it within both cloven talons to try and steady to blade. Kain spat a great glob of blood as it came up his throat slowly.

So this is how it ends then? There was so much I wanted to do still....so many people who I still owe so much which that debt will never be repaid.

"Come and get me!" Kain bellowed hoarsely as he held the silver blade up in front of him, his large crimson Cloak billowing behind him in the wind, his own blood dripping off him. He was trying desperately to summon magic up...but his strength failed him....

Kain was covered with his own blood, his wounds where healing extremely slowly...those bullet holes where not sealing up however due to the silver.

If I am to die, let me die in combat, and not be some prisoner to these bastards, Kain prayed silently to whatever God was listening.

But God had another plan in mind.....

The Inquisitors strode forward. "Give yourself up, Kain! We'll give you a fair trial."

Kain chuckled sarcasticly. "I have heard of your fair trials....My fate is already sealed for what I am." Kain said to them, his silver sword wavering in his hand, his vision blacking in places. He shook his head as those black spots became larger. He moved his feet about...

Kain chuckled sarcasticly. "I have heard of your fair trials....My fate is already sealed for what I am." Kain said to them, his silver sword wavering in his hand, his vision blacking in places. He shook his head as those black spots became larger. He moved his feet about...

"If you weren't guilty, then you wouldn't be on... hey! What's going on?" The woman asked as Kain began to shake.

Kain heard nothing...he began to fall into the sand, his wounds too much. He had simply grown far too tierd...

His form collapsed into the sand, the waves accasionally lapping over his spread out Cloak. It was not however getting wet, it was totally dry.

Kain was bleeding from multiple places. He had two bullets within him, and his was slightly burnt upon a leg. He had no armour, he rarely weared it. And his armour was old and in a state of disrepair, he made himself, and Kain was no armourer.

Kain lied upon the sand unconcious. The inquisitors could see the large exit wounds of two of the bullets, the other two where still lodged within him. The exit wounds where one on his shoulder, and one near his leg. The other two shots had gone into his midsection. He had a bleeding head from somewhere...most likely when he fell over, or perhaps during his escape something smashed.

All Kain heard was the lapping of the water, and the crashing of the waves as he slipped into subconciousness.

(OOC Kain is very heavy btw.)

"Damn..." She pulled out a radio. "Attention, Dropship. We need immediate assistance." She switched frequencies. "Herr captain! We have him!"

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The Inquisitors within the hall turned, and strode outside, heading for the beach, capes billowing behind them.

"Don't you think you could have at least survived a short amount of time without me Kain?" the demon spoke to Kain.

Kain remained silent as he was paralised upon the floor as the demon walked around him.

"Where have you gotten us now eh? Now I cannot possibly help you....you are on your own Kain." The demon said, and returned back into the Brightblade, where Kain kept it, hidden and secret. Where no other perosn would know where it would be. It was not even on this plane.

(OOC This is a dream world of Kain. Nothing unsual is happening, just what is going on in his head)

The dropship landed. "Men! Load him on carefully!"

They all grab a part of him, and move him on. Once they are all together, the dropship takes off, and flies for Roania...

OOC: Thread up soon.

Lennox sighed. These religious fanatics ar worthless, yet dangerous. Great. At least they're marginally good guys... We'll have to be careful with them, but I don't think that they're out to get us. As the Inquisitors finished their chant, Lennox spotted a woman crawling out of the room.

He followed her nonchalanlty into the lobby, then asked politely, "Where might you be going, Miss?"

"Outside of the auditorium, naturally." The foxgirl rose smoothly to her feet. "It's a general rule of mine regarding trigger-happy religious lunatics. They are painfully inefficient, but also unpredictable. I would advise moving further from this room, incidentally."

"Agreed." Lennox declared. As they left the lobby, he asked, "So, what brings you to this gathering of fanatics and gun aficiondos?"

Lennox sighed. These religious fanatics ar worthless, yet dangerous. Great. At least they're marginally good guys... We'll have to be careful with them, but I don't think that they're out to get us. As the Inquisitors finished their chant, Lennox spotted a woman crawling out of the room.

He followed her nonchalanlty into the lobby, then asked politely, "Where might you be going, Miss?"

"Outside of the auditorium, naturally." The foxgirl rose smoothly to her feet. "It's a general rule of mine regarding trigger-happy religious lunatics. They are painfully inefficient, but also unpredictable. I would advise moving further from this room, incidentally."

"Agreed." Lennox declared. As they left the lobby, he asked, "So, what brings you to this gathering of fanatics and gun aficiondos?"

“You must get tired of answering that question,” Javier stepped away from the wall, standing in their path. “Perhaps she’s here, because of that exotic vampire allure?” He raised his eyebrows sardonically, smiled. “Vampires are stronger, smarter and for the most part, there’s that otherworldly beauty on their side.”
Considering Kain, he added, “Of course that last one isn’t always strictly a rule.”

Lennox replied without missing a beat. "But many, I am tempted to say all, are consumed by their power and seek only to destroy. Before the Kain, I have never met one who would even claim to have turned his or her back on the Darkness." He shrugged. "I'm not strictly a Hunter, like most at this gathering. Yes, I've foughten many, killed many, but only in defense. And I've never seen a Vamp, before today, that didn't attack."

He paused. "How could this be alluring? This carnage and decay? You claim a higher intelligence, a greater strength... this is a lie. They are merely more attuned to the dark cunning in their natures, and I've seen men just as sly, but no where as twisted by it. And strength is a relative term that goes beyond what nature can provide..."

"You probably have seen vampires that didn't attack," Winter said. "But because they did not, you failed to recognize them. You're right, though; vampires are not necessarily any more intelligent than unaltered members of their baseline species. Those of the 'undead' variety may be more knowledgeable, having had more years to acquire that knowledge, but even so there are limits to memory."

She glanced back toward the now-distant auditorium. "I hunt, I suppose, but I am more discriminating than some in my choice of prey."

Lennox nodded. "We are still in danger. There are two known unknowns at the moment: someone used a temporal device to aid Kain's escape. That is what prompted my actions, not his escape. Someone is messing with the fabric of time, and that is not done without an extreme motive. I did not wish to destroy Kain, but to stop and question him. These pitiful weapons", he motioned to his MP5k, "could not drop a being such as him instantly. We would have interogated him, healed him, and if innocent, released him. Those fanatics will probably just kill him."

He paused. "The other known unknown worries me even more. Something was in that hall, controlling events. There were two seperate incidents where mass psyonic energy was exchanged. The first was towards the Roanians, the other was directed outward. After the second event, I felt something near me, hunting me. This conference is not safe, and I intend I finding what is hunting the hunters."

Damn, I wish we had some Psy Corps out here with us. Maybe our equipment will be enough.

"Is it worth worrying about?" Winter asked tranquilly. "There are some hunters who deserve to be hunted."

"I don't think this creature cares what it hunts, and I've never been fond of rogue time control."

(OOC Whiptail I feel would not be able to take on all four of these people in this situation. To be able to would be not a godmod, but think how Roania would feel when some of the best fighters are taken out by one person? I would say Whiptail would harm a lot of inquisitors, but he would take huge amounts of damage. Kain with the Brightblade would have been able to defend himself better, but he would have still run away.)

Kain drifted along to the beach, his entire body straining for energy. He was all alone, he heard the crashing of the waves against the shore. Kain tumbled and fell over, his form becoming his old self once again. He rolled onto the floor, out of fatigue and pain.

He lied on the floor, recovering. His breathing was harsh, he felt blood rising in his throat. He slwoly got up, his face within the sand. He looked at where his head had been, and saw a large faceprint of his own blood. Cloak was a crimson red, covered with Kain's own blood, it dripped off it.

Kain forced himself up, his arms shaking from the effort. He started to run, but felt a surge of pain at every step. It slowed him down severly....He could barely move.

He heard the inquisiotrs so close behind him, thier feet running against the sand, the crunching noise of many people. Kain began to lose hope, he desperately summoned up his will to change into fog again.

But it was to no avail. He simply tried to jog pathetically, as his bleeding form had a long and dark red trail of blood.

OOC: With liberal useage of flashbang-like devices I believe that it could be accomplished. Whiptail's been training and fighting for over three-hundred years, so he's no pushover. I agree he would die in the attempt, but that's a great honor for an Argonian. "Live by the Code, Die in Battle."
Whiptail could simply drive the Roanians back long enough for Kain to escape.

IC:

"Let us locate this 'Hunter-of-Hunters' and eliminate it. I thirst for blood."

Whiptail stands motionless in the hallway, a katana in each hand, their black blades shining eerily under the lights. The grip of a pistol protrudes from his belt, as does a small throwing knife. A silver crucifix dangles down the center of his black tunic, suspended by a silver chain. A soft growl can be heard at random intervals, bloodlust welling up inside of him, coursing through his veins.

OOC: A tad late. The Roanians are already on their way home... with Kain.

OOC: I think he's musing, or stating his opinion, since he's turned his attentions to hunting this other thing.

OOC: Is there any point me joining this RP at such a late stage? Can someone summarise what's happened so far? (I don't need to know much, as my character will have only just arrived).

"Is it worth worrying about?" Winter asked tranquilly. "There are some hunters who deserve to be hunted."

Javier laughed, "Oh I like the way you think."
He turned to Lennox, considered the man a moment.
"As for why death could be so alluring my friend, it would all be wrapped up in mortality. Both are so entangled in each other, it'd be hard to imagine the one without the other. Humans face death every day, you can hardly be surprised that so many of them get a kick out of it? Even on a subconscious level, goading death, courting it if you will, is something that can be..." Javier smiled coldly, "scientifically verified."

Blink.
He was no longer beside them, but behind Lennox.
No teleportation, no moving through the crystal ring; simply the preternatural speed of something other than human.

"It's supernatural and thus humanity feels free to engage in an unjust war," he whispered leaning close. "Do you advocate the hunting of the Japanese? Would you kill the Eskimo? They indiscriminately murder sentient creatures for food, for vanity...dolphins, whales. Why begrudge the vampire a necessity?"

Fangs pierced flesh, just the barest taste and -
Blink.
Javier was beside Winter, eyes like green flame fixed on Lennox. "There are those among us who say that vampires are part of the divine plan; that as he kills indescriminately so should we. In the crystal ring, that realm through which vampires of my ilk are able to shift and move, the higher one flies; the greater the cold that bites." He glanced at the wound on Lennox's neck. "It is cold is it not? That chill they say is the mind of God; so coldly logically that it burns lesser creatures who dare bathe in it. Consider it my gift to you...a taste of what lies beyond mortality."

Lennox's skin sealed over before the fangs were even clear, as the man dropped to the ground, the stain being purged from his body with the powers of nanotechnology, but mostly of something more, something beyond the comprehension of science, a complete dedication to all that was good and all that he had ever fought for. "I would rather die..." Lennox fell, the chill scourging his systems.

Stand, soldier! The voice commanded, the voice heard by all in the Corps, the Commandant.

"I can't..."

Rise! Lennox was dragged to his feet again and not of his own power, but as a puppet on strings, or a toy being lifted, his eyes opened. Behind those eyes, Lennox was hidden, his pupils burned bright. He spoke, not as himself, but as something greater, a mind behind a mind, a chorus of one voice. "Do not harm this little one further, or I shall rend you asunder."

Lennox fell back, into the sand, unconcious, maybe dead, and a slight bubble appeared over him.

In the city proper, Riggs jumped to his feet from a hard sleep. "Jesus! Sarge has made Shadow break! We gotta go, now!"

Javier frowned, considered the curious transition to have overcome the man.
“Harm him?” He raised his eyebrows in surprise. “You could do worse if you nicked yourself shaving.”
It was obvious to anyone who cared to read Javier’s expression; Lennox had just been promoted from mildly interesting to extremely fascinating.
Not the sort of interest one might want to cultivate.

Tentatively Javier circled Lennox, glimpsed the diamond-hard presence reaching through the man; weighed it against the brilliance that burned, cold and eternal, within him.
Of the two, that which dwelled now in Lennox eyes seemed the more inhuman.

Stepping to Winter’s side, Javier turned to her with a small smile on his lips.
“It scarcely seems fair, doesn’t it. Here I thought he was merely mortal, only to find he’s dabbling in the supernatural himself.”
He glanced towards Lennox as though expecting to hear an argument.
“You’re a trifle short of natural my friend. But at least I’m fully in charge of myself,” he murmured sensing the life forces shimmering through the man’s physical form, tempted to drain them away.
It would leave Lennox seemingly untouched, pale but otherwise healthy and yet, within days or a week, without life force to animate the flesh; he would die. Javier could feed this way, the victim none the wiser but for a sudden, passing chill.

In the moment of choice, he decided against it.
He so rarely played with anything that would become a meal. Now was hardly the time to start.

(OOC: Just to make it clear, Javier didn’t try turning Lennox. He took ‘a little sip’ to show his teeth, so to say… He’d need two other vampires to ‘make’ another – it’s part of the vampiric ‘system’ used in Freda Warrington’s brilliant vampire novels. These vampires have the ability to feed on the life force of a person as well as their blood.)

James was out of the door before the inquisitor had finished the word 'arrest'. He leapt down the stairs, in a vain attempt to catch the inquisitors. He sprinted as fast as he could - faster than should be humanely possible. He was running on pure adrenaline - he had to catch Kain. He saw Kain from several hundred meters away, and watched him collapse as the inquisitors moved in. He looked up at the sky...the dropship was already there. He was too late. He was standing there on the beach in disbelief...all his efforts, for nothing. How could he let this happen?

"No!" He screamed it with all his heart, his anger. But there was nothing he could do...he was powerless.

OOC: I assume from the lack of replies to my last post that the answer is no. Farewell, all.

"That is the nature of appearances," Winter obliquely agreed. The foxgirl's eyes had narrowed as whatever force had animated Lennox had manifested. "It seems that a fair number of attendees channel energies that could be described as divine or infernal in nature. Between these and the vampires, I begin to wonder just how many mortals are truly present."

(OOC: UGC, you've only missed the first semenar, although it was bit hectic. It's far from too late to join in - the summit's only just begun.)

A man arrives at the vampire summit. He is 6'5" and wears a cloak that covers him almost completely from head to toe. His face is not visible, and his hands are gloved.

He says in a calm but eerie voice:

"Hello, my name is Lord Legnerihes Mantresni. I have come to gain information about the beings you call vampires, and the ones who wish to destroy them."

OOC1: Sorry, I was unaware of what theory of vampires you were using, so I hedged my bets.

OOC2: What happened was not of Lennox's own powers. He is just an advanced soldier of his time. That was a manifestation of the psyonic energies imbued into him by the process of Void travel. The more one travels, the more in tune one becomes, until it can act through them. Normal men, such as Lennox, can begin to manifest subconcious powers after decades of fighting (thanks to gen-en treatments, he's been fighting for forty years), while the almost mythical Rifters could supposedly directly tap those powers, but they are more legend than history.

IC: Corporal Riggs clipped his helmet onto his head and closed the breath mask. "Okay, squad, let's get this bitch. Load 'em up, full bore. We gotta get to Sarge."

PFC Alvarez looked over as he clipped the reactor into the Gauss Rifle. "Corporal, are you sure this is wise? If we fire this shit off, we could contaminate the culture-"

Riggs laughed. "Have you seen what the Roanian delegation did? Brought power armor and a drop ship. We're not going to do any damage. 'sides, we're dealing with Shadow here. Me, I'll go by my training and give my enemies every piece of firepower I can get my hands on!" He loaded the Fusion Coil, cocked the large, ugly rifle. "Let's kick some ass."

The Squad headed for the beach in full battle gear, ready to blast anything not human.

OOC1: Sorry, I was unaware of what theory of vampires you were using, so I hedged my bets.

OOC2: What happened was not of Lennox's own powers. He is just an advanced soldier of his time. That was a manifestation of the psyonic energies imbued into him by the process of Void travel. The more one travels, the more in tune one becomes, until it can act through them. Normal men, such as Lennox, can begin to manifest subconcious powers after decades of fighting (thanks to gen-en treatments, he's been fighting for forty years), while the almost mythical Rifters could supposedly directly tap those powers, but they are more legend than history.

IC: Corporal Riggs clipped his helmet onto his head and closed the breath mask. "Okay, squad, let's get this bitch. Load 'em up, full bore. We gotta get to Sarge."

PFC Alvarez looked over as he clipped the reactor into the Gauss Rifle. "Corporal, are you sure this is wise? If we fire this shit off, we could contaminate the culture-"

Riggs laughed. "Have you seen what the Roanian delegation did? Brought power armor and a drop ship. We're not going to do any damage. 'sides, we're dealing with Shadow here. Me, I'll go by my training and give my enemies every piece of firepower I can get my hands on!" He loaded the Fusion Coil, cocked the large, ugly rifle. "Let's kick some ass."

The Squad headed for the beach in full battle gear, ready to blast anything not human.

“Remarkable, wisdom and insight,” Javier murmured, smiling at Winter; fangs revealed, for unlike some of his kind, these did not retract. “But then, when would a conference on the supernatural attract anything other than the nuts and that quirky fringe element.” He leaned forward, whispering the last as though divulging a secret meant only for her ears. “Feel free to categorise me.”
For a moment he was looking directly into her eyes; searching for trace of any overwhelming emotion. The velveteen-grey of his cardigan, silvered in the shadow and light as he stepped back.

When he spoke again, his voice came melodic, unperturbed, rich round notes that vibrated through the air.
“You might want to make your hasty retreat. I think we’re in for more nuts and fanatics and things may well become rather…unsettling here in a few moments.” He glanced around the lobby, noting the various exit and entrance points. Turning back to Winter he added, “Unless you’d like to reveal your cards? I’m wondering what they are.”

Blink

And he was behind her, fingers reaching through her hair to reveal the tender flesh, her throat. “Or if in fact you have any at all.”

Blink

Standing beside her once more as though there he’d always been. Closed his eyes, let her presence flicker through other senses.
“You have a choice, a path to follow. Stand and fight, I’m sure you’ve teeth and claws enough; or leave.”

Sighing, he glanced at Lennox, still entranced; possessed, as it seemed through vampiric eyes.
“They molly coddle soldiers these days, don’t you agree? A little scratch and he’s practically comatose.”



In hotel room some distance away…

Having hacked into the surveillance cameras, Sauk was easily able to keep track of the guest going by the moniker, Javier Reyes.
The room was dark, but for the glare of the laptop screen that made his skin seem even paler than it was.

“This looks like it may lead somewhere,” Sauk said to his companion, tapping the glass of the screen with a fingernail.
Siraniel leaned over his shoulder, crimsoned curls falling against his cheek; slashes of blood. Her perfume, intoxicating; shades of cinnamon and fire.

“I think we’d better be prepared,” she said. Her voice a musical instrument. Golden eyes turned to Sauk, blazed with vampiric intensity.
He was first to look away.
Reflected in the shadows on the screen, Siraniel was flame against his Nordic ice.

“Do we inform Chrichael?”

“No,” she drew back. “Not just yet.”

OOC: I thought we were out of the lobby? I assumed we had made it to the coast. Hmm... clarifications before continuing...

A man arrives at the vampire summit. He is 6'5" and wears a cloak that covers him almost completely from head to toe. His face is not visible, and his hands are gloved.

He says in a calm but eerie voice:

"Hello, my name is Lord Legnerihes Mantresni. I have come to gain information about the beings you call vampires, and the ones who wish to destroy them."

A man sitting at the front desk will inform him that the price is $500, and that he is welcome to join the summit.

OOC: Who wants to volunteer to lead the next lecture.

Riggs rounded the corner, waved. The first squad moved out. A street away, linked through the Neural Net, the second advanced in tandem. They closed on Lennox's last position not as a group, but as one entity. As they approached, they saw two figures standing over the unconcious Sargeant. Alvarez, the medic, commented, "He's alive, but he's under Shadow purge... he'll be safe under that dome from just about anything we can throw around. What would trigger that but Shadow?"

Riggs narrowed his eyes. "Vamps. Squad, ready weapons." He raised his Fusion Rifle cautiously, not yet pointed at the two, but ready for anything. "They ain't human." he declared aloud, his sensors confirming what his senses detected. The woman had fox ears and a tail. What the hell? Classified unknown threat. The man was definately clicking off the charts as a Vamp. Priority threat. Riggs released the safety, the Fusion Coil powered with an evil throbbing hum. "Declare your alliegance!" he demanded of the foxwoman and vampire.

Squad, don't fire yet. We don't know what happened here. They could be neutral. Hardly friendly, the Vampire, but neutrality is possible. Stay alert. You all know what to do.

Seeing the Vamp tense subtly, Riggs raised his Fusion Rifle a notch. "Don't move until we've settled this. Don't think your abilities can outmatch the powers of science."

OOC: I bet now you're all wishing that the Inquisitors were still around. HAH!