NationStates Jolt Archive

ooc: This is a peaceful rp, but stuff can happen. Please tg if you want to join; for those who want to, and know I'll say ok, just join. You know who you are.

IC:

A man sat across from another, garbed in an armani suit. His dark brown hair was neatly in place, and his dark eyes scanned the other. His skin was awefully pale, and his eyes were cold, yet humor rolled off the corner of his lips in a twisted smile some knew all too well. Yes, his sister had changed him, from his natural form, into the appearance he possessed now. He would never turn out like Vaughn...or any of the others. The man whom sat across from him had a miniature microphone in his hand, recording the words that were said.
"So," he began, looking intently at the man. "They say that there has been a restoration of leadership, and rumors of Ms. Shentavo's return? What do you have to say about it?" The other glanced out the window, and inhaled deeply.
"Yes," he replied. "It is true. Though not in the mannor you think it is. She is not in the same form as before, but her soul is true."
"How can you be so sure?" the reporter asked pressing the question. The man returned and amused glance, and the reporter nodded in reply. "Right...I forgot. You're her son...so where are the wings? The fangs? The eyes?"
Qui chuckled slightly. "You don't like my look? Rather you have the wings, the fangs, and the eyes before you. That wouldn't make for such a comfortable atmosphere now would it?"
"I suppose not sir," he said, carrying on with the interveiw. Talk about interveiw with a vampire. "So, tell me, who you are."
"I wish I could answer that question for you. I am a son of the ledgend people's ignorance damned to hell for the blood saved by her hand, you could attempt to analyze my DNA, but considering the fact that I honestly don't need much oxygen nor a beat of the heart to survive, your results would be inconclusive."
"I see," he said, shifting in his chair. "What ever happened to your fiance, Azari was it?" Qui gripped the arm of the chair so hard, it snapped. The reporter jumped a little.
"She's not among this earth any longer," he replied softly.
"May I ask how she passed away?"
"No."
"Very well then,"he said, looking at the man before him. "Do you have anyone else?"
"Anyone else?" he said raising his eyebrow. He sighed heavily, his muscles tensing slightly. "You think that anyone has the capacity to fall in love with me? No, I've given up on love. I lost it a long time ago.
The reporter was shocked for the second time in the conversation. "You don't seem you'd have any trouble finding some one..."
"Appearances can be deceiving," he replied, a flicker in his tone.
"I suppose so..."

buMp

(Is it a public place where they are?)

occ:TG Answered

OOC: I tried a TG but got no reply. So can I join?

Was it a coincidence that he was here, at this point of time, at this place?
The tall man with short black hair and blue eyes didn't belive in Providence but this was nearly too much for a simple coincidence.
He tried not to stare at the two men at the table next to him but listened carefully at everything they said.

"They tell me that you have complete control over the nation."

"I do," Qui replied, not giving an indepth answer, until he persisted. "If she requests it back, I would return in under her leadership."

"So," he said. "You run the nation now. Where are your body guards?"

Qui raised his eyebrow. Those who knew him personally would have not asked him that question. "Body guards?" he asked chuckling.

The reporter was caught off guard, and stammered slightly on his words. "S...so...."

"So what else do you want to know?" he asked, leaning back in his chair.

"I find it hard to beleive that your appearance could change so quickly...and I find it doubtful you say what you are."

Qui stood up, his eyes pressing into the others. "You've heard the stories. You know who I am, you know my mother, and yet there is still doubt within your mind?"

"I have to see it to beleive it."

"Well, then." he said, mimicking the reporter before returning to his forceful tone. "Come with me, I'll show you." He looked outside as the sun began to set. The reporter shivered, and began to get up.

Alice stood outside the cafe, pretending to be reading some article about women's fashion. Of course it did not interest her. She had one interest, the vampire inside the cafe.

Ever since her father was killed by such a creature, Alice has dedicated her life to hunting down their kind. Her quest has taken her away from Assington and lead her to the Shentavos.

Her eyes were an icy blue, cold and intelligent. She had long black her which hung over her shoulders and a smooth face. Spending so much time running around in the night had left her with a faded tan, hardly noticable anymore. Within her black trenchcoat she posessed several blades, a sword, a few pistols with silver bullets and an asortment of other tools.

And so Alice waited.

OOC: I assume silver has some sort of affect on your vamps?

ooc: silver is for werewolves lol. (and semi peaceful rp)

IC:

The reporter rose, and followed him out of the building. A wave of coldness swept over Alice as he passed by. His dark eyes turning back over his shoulder to meet hers. The mindbreaker, was not an ordinary vampire, and if you disagree, beg to differ with his mother. A child born of two immortals creates quite the being, and being born of Ravelyn and Daja, the even more so....
He led the reporter behind the cafe into a vacant lot where no soul had gone in many years. Darkness began to fell, and the reporter spoke. "So, show me...if your Qui Shentavo, then show me."
Qui chuckled. "I don't have to show you a thing, but that doesn't mean I won't." He closed his eyes momentarily, the air grew much colder quickly. He opened his eyes as they flashed crimson, white flowing from the roots of his hair and extinguishing the last bit of color. A wave of crystal blue swept over his left eye, shrouding the scarlet color into a light blue abyss. He gritted his teeth as two wings unfurled from his back, slashing through his skin, and spreading out. The reporter stammered back as he saw the sight. Never did he think the rumors were true...now he thought differently. The angelic vampire looked at him, his muscles tensed.
"Quite a paradox, aren't you?" he said, slightly in fear, for he was the subordinate of the two.
"I am," Qui said, quite relaxed as he leaned against the wall.
"So, tell me how you got this way, how do you have another side?"

Qui inhaled deeply, taking in uneeded air. "It all began because of my mother. A seraphim you know, Miss Ravelyn, or if you will; Azrael. She was taken by Daja Desuray, you've heard of him. The darkest of creatures to walk this land. And she bore a son, being me. I never saw my mother as an angel, she was taken into the embrace after, against her will. But being of her origin, and having mixed bloodlines, she was able to maintain the balance within her, and remained a creature of the light. I on the other hand, never considered myself to have an angelic side. She would tell me, but I would not beleive her... As you can see, I do now. I always clamied to be a pure blood, which now I realize is hardly the case. You know the story of Ravelyn Shentavo and Michael Vaughn, and you know it well enough to get the basics. A daughter was born, Sarah. I was dealing with demons ever since my mother died, the ones within me. She gave me my first appearance you saw to mask them...works well, doesn't it?" It was now clear, that fangs rested on his lower lip. "That's how I keep my balance...though not as well, I often slip, as you know I'm quite agressive...." He smirked.
The reporter looked at him in complete shock. "I beleive you...I do...so what are you going to do now?"
"Continue with your interveiw, why don't you?"
"Alright," he said, nervously looking at the anceint before him. "Now tell me how Azari died..."
"Very well..."

OOC: In some cases, silver is effective against vamps. My character may be a vamp hunter, but things won't necessarily turn out violent. Since I don't know a lot about your kind of vamps, could you tg me a little info.

IC: Alice could sense Qui before he emerged from the cafe. She reached out with her mind, observing but never entering his privacy. There was something different about this one, he wasn't like other vampires.

She was about to move, to get a better look at what he was doing with the reporter when she was overwhelmed by a sense of power. Recovering from the surge of power, Alice extended her mind into the alley, to gather an idea of what was taking place.

ooc: no problem.
:)
IC:

He shifted his wings behind him, then continued. "My fiance? Well. Let's start at the beginning. She was never interested in me, just killing the son of her sire. We have an extremely complex family, as you will soon find out. She had aligned herself with Mephisto, the greater demon set on taking out Ravelyn. Light against darkness. I was blind to this. She led me off, thinking that it were something else of course. I was ambushed...and managed to escape to the mansion, falling completely unconscious and badly wounded. Azari had been behind it all, but I could tell no one that I was unconscious. There was another of the household she was working with, the healer named Seni. He kept me from waking up. Seth, another of my family, ended up taking him out, and broke my sleep. I went after Marius, an anceint, and bent on killing Ravelyn, and My sister Genesis went after Azari. I deleivered death to Marius, but the final blow was reserved for me. I killed her." He sighed softly. "Seems everyone I fall in love will is either evil or totally wrong for me."
"Sad," he replied.
"No," Qui returned. "Just bad luck."

Alice continued to listen. She had been in enought trouble on previous ocassions to restrain herself from interrupting moments like this. Especially when she knew very little of those involved.

"So you've given up on love?" he asked, listening to the vampire's tale.

"Love's given up on me," he continued, indifferent to his own situation.

"Hmm..." he said in observance, then snapped back to the interveiw. "So, they say you have a powerful mind. Care to demonstrate?"

Qui looked at him. "Why the hell not?" he said, and stared at the reporter for but several seconds. "Alright."

"What?" he said confused. "You didn't do anything."

"Didn't do anything? Well then, how is Kayleigh doing? And that new house. You really don't beleive me...the fact that I know this. You're 37, been divorced twice---"
"Anyone could have researched that on the internet."

"The key to your house is hidden on the right gutter under a panel, you're cat's name is Tuntses, and you decided to where a white shirt today instead of that God aweful grey one."

:shock: The reporter suddenly regained his composure. "Mind reading proves nothing."

"It doens't?" he asked. "well then..." he closed his eye, and concentrated deeply. THe reporter rolled his eyes. Qui opened his.

"Well?! What did you do?! Nothing..." he laughed. Qui leaned back against the wall, as the reporter felt extremely tired.

"Maybe you should get some rest." Qui said, and rushed toward him, placing his hands on either side of his head. In a few seconds of contact, the man fell asleep. Qui looked at him, and sighed. "You wanted to learn...but such things I can not do here...not in this place." He left the man there, very much still alive, and took the recorder with him.

His wings began to disappear as he regained his composere, the broken and tattered feathers disappearing. His crimson eyes returned to a deep brown, and his fangs retracted. His hair darkend from a white to a brown. He cracked his neck, and walked toward the cafe once again. From a distacne, he saw that that girl was no longer at the door, and made a note of it. He took the recorder in his hand, and gripped it so tightly it shattered. He dropped it to the ground.

Where did she go off to... he thought to himself silently. The ones who hung around the cafe at night, usually did not leave until the early hours of the morning. He entered the cafe, and received many lookin, but ignored them completely. He sat down and leaned back. A waitress came by, and he smile. He said something inaudible, and she nodded.
He sighed heavily, and waited until she returned with an empty glass. She looked at him strangly for the request, but left as soon as he acknowledged it. He took from his pocket a flask and filled the glass halfway with a red wine. He laughed at him self. It was exactly what Rave had done so many times.

OOC:

*gets out of this thread before he can get suckered in*

TaG!

and a bump for anyone who wants to join lol.

OOC:*debates between suddenly droping Joshua or Echo or both*

Alice observes the incident in the alley, from a distance. She had decided to move across the street when the wings had appeared. She knew there was something different about this one, and there it was. Her head was filled with many thoughts, attempting to solve the problem of killing an angelic vampire. She didn't even know if it was possible.

Finally she made up her mind. Best to simply observe for now. She casually made her way back into the cafe and ordered a coffee.

A waitress walked over to her, bringing her her coffee. She observed the woman. "I haven't seen you here before," she said in an upbeat manor with a smile upon her face. "What's your name?"

(#*~§$%&?^ forum. Now I missed my chance to write what I wanted to write.)

He was back, for the agent's luck. It wouldn't have been good to miss such a chance.
He approached the brown-haired man as if he was on the way to the rest rooms. Like accidentially he touched the man's suit.
He murmurred an excuse and went over to the rest rooms, leaving a very small chip on the back of the armani suit.

Qui watched as the man passed him. As he did, a wave of coldness swept over the one who passed by. And as he looked back, Qui's eyes flashed a brilliant crimson momentarily. It was hard to tell what was going on in his mind...very hard to tell given the expression of indifference. He slowely got up, finishing off the glass and setting it upon the table. He followed.

The agent swallowed. He didn't have to look back to know what was going on; he wasn't afraid of a confrontation, although the other one was said to be "complicated". No, he wasn't afraid, really not. But it wouldn't look positive if he caused too much attention. He opened the door to the rest rooms and entered. Nobody else was there at the moment. Good.

(T-gram Rave!)

OOC:Ok Echo is gona be placed in this should be interesting
IC:Echo sighed her first tiem out of Phalanix since the "little" incident wasn't looking to be a good one. She sighed again as she felt each and every person's feelings and saw waht they were with out any problem. One of those days, she thought to herself as she slowly walked towards a cafe where she felt a strange felling of power.

Qui followed the man into the restroom, and leaned against the wall. "Hello there," he said to the man whom had brushed passed him. His fingertips pressed against each other as his glare shifted over him and drew him in. "Might I ask why you're nervous right now. Don't be afraid. There is no wrong answers." Inside, he laughed. He laughed in spite of the man, but it did not show, only but in his eyes.

Damn, he was so used to be surrounded by people who were not able to look behind his first barriers that he had forgotten to build up a better shield to protect his thoughts when he recognized who the brown-haired man was.
As fast as possible he tried to build up a second barrier around his mind without making it too conspicious but he was aware that he couldn't undo his fault.

"Ahem...It's just because you don't see the leader of this nation everyday...especially live and in person.

Echo entered the cafe and smirked foronce she had found a place that she didn't feel out of place in. She quickly brushed some hair from her young face and slowly walked over to a chair at a empty table trying not to attract atention.

"Well then," Qui said, sighing. "Why would you ever need to trace me?" He walked towards the man. "Letting your defences down to me was the worst thing you could have possibly done...now, no lies." He said, his expression darkening. "I hate liers."


On the table Echo had walked to, there was an empty wine glass, though it had not been filled with wine.

Echo looked at the table and at the glass and just thought about why Joshua had sent her here.

OOC:Qui should be able to feel her being there

ooc: He does...a lot to deal with. *yells at Earth* Get back here!

IC:

Qui looks at the man, walking toward him. He pushes him back intimidatingly, looking down upon him. Then he sensed it. My my... he thought to himself, his thoughts safe within the confines of his own mind. Now what would a Maxwell be doing here? If it's Joshua... Qui looked at the man, his icy breath upon his neck. "Excuse me for a moment. He turned around immediately, and was through the door in seconds. His gaze fell upon a remarkable young woman. She seemed pure...full of light. As she looked at him, it was then that she realized it was blood that had been left as a residue within the glass, though none apparent to the others.
"Now," he said to her. "What would the likes of a Maxwell be doing in a cafe such as this?"

Echo looked at the man that suddenly talked to her and met his eyes gaze. "Huh? Oh your the one he told me about," Echo says under her breath "Just great." She looked at the glass for a moment again. Hm vampire aswell.

"Yes," he replied. Vampire as well my dear. You've heard of me, no doubt from your brother...either you've heard one side from Joshua, or one side from Phoenix, by your posture, I'd say it's Joshua.
"Now tell me, what is a Maxwell doing here?" He observed her intently. Most of the people at the cafe were beginning to leave, not bothering to notice that their leader stood in their presense.

Actualy I got some of the information from Kenja when she saveddJoshua after he saved her. "And I am here for no reason," she says "And I can feel the mixture of what you truly are."

"Can you really?" he said. "Well that's facinating, love." His eyes flickered a deep crimson at her. His gaze pierced into her as he moved closer, a cold wave sweeping over her. "Of the many times I have tasted the blood of a Maxwell, not once has it brought an appealing taste to my lips. Then I realized...your kind never slakes my thirst..." He turned from her, and began to walk away.
The nerve of a Maxwell...

]You do know I can hear you clear as day, Echo suddenly says "Well they forgot that part," she then says "And you don't scare me becaus eI have faced far worse*."

*The Dark Beast

"Have you now?" he snickered, not bothering to stop. "Joshua knew me as I was...before she* died. Not how I am now. The next time you attempt to enter my mind, you're in for a rude awakening..." he suddenly turned around, and looked back at her.
"Where is that little brother of yours anyway..." :twisted:

"I think in a room with Kenja. Need me to explain or not? And I'm not even entering your mind. I only pick up on thoughts," Echo says

Qui takes a sip from his flask as he awaits an answer. Then, Echo speaks, "I think in a room with Kenja." He nearly choked, if at all possible. He gripped the side of a table and looked at her with an air of disgust. "Leave my fledgling out of this...."
The reporter crawled back into the room, getting to his feet, and frantically trying to write everything down. Qui was about to do something to stifle him, but focused on Echo.
"That was uneeded information," he said, trying to get the mental picture out of his mind.

"Oh she said soemthing about him needng to see nurse," Echo says falloweed by a slight giggle.

Qui's eye twitched slightly at the mentioning of Kenja being a nurse, and Joshua being injured. He swallowed before looking back at her. A deep growl could be heard by her, her sensitive ears being able to pick it up. The bar was basically clear now, give or take a few people. He shook his head, walking toward her. A veil of coldness swept around her, as he towered over her. His presense was definately ominous, and he stared down upon her.

Echo just giggles again and says "You realy need to get your mind out of the gutter and if your trying to scare me it isn't working."

Qui looks at her. "Fear is not installed within someone...it has always remained there." He looks her over momentarily, then turns from her. Inconceivable...

The reporter looks up to them, and watches as Qui leaves back for the rest room, crackling his knuckles silently. The reporter hurried to the woman he had spoken with. "Now tell me, who are you?! Are you in a relation with Mr. Shentavo?"

"Me in a relationship with this man here? Hate to disapoint you but no. I'm just the older sister of someone he hates," Echo says as she again brushes some hair from her face and then giggles slightly

A waitress walked over to her, bringing her her coffee. She observed the woman. "I haven't seen you here before," she said in an upbeat manor with a smile upon her face. "What's your name?"

Alice smiled.

"I'm new here. Business. I'm Alice by the way, nice to meet you."

Alice appeared to be directing her attention to the waitress, but she was actually focussed on Rave and the people he was talking to.

"Really?" he says in fascination. "Go on...Go on..." he urged her to continue. "He has wings...have you ever seen his wings?! Azari?, what do you know of her? Who is your older sibling he hates? Tell me everything." He fumbled with his pen and ripped of a clean sheet of paper, not bothering to trim the edges.

"Lets just say the person he hates he nearly killed but this same person has been a very annoying thorn in his side," Echo says "And yes I know all about him by just looking at him."

"Really?" he asked again. This man intrigued him so, but he still was in denile of the truth, and dug deeper. "So you've seen his true form? Are you sure that his wings are not like...say, cardboard pasted on. And those fangs...any one can get fangs from a halloween store. He made me fall asleep, maybe it was some sleeping gas..."

Alice continued to watch as the reporter questioned the figure sitting where Qui was previously. She wasn't quite sure what was going on. It was obvious to her that killing Qui would be beyond her ability, so she would continue to observe and learn.

"You realy are just normal," Echo says "If I wanted I could see into your soul but I'd rather not besides your 'friend' over here is a angelic vampire plain and simple."

"Uh huh," he laughed. "And what are you supposed to be? An oracle?!" He chuckled to himself. "No, I'll beleive it when I see it." He looked around, and the man was gone. "Where...where did he go again?"

Qui looked at the man, still in the restroom. It had not taken long to come to terms with a Maxwell, a family he despised so. Joshua Maxwell had been a knife though his side since day one. He leaned against the wall and sighed heavily. "So...now that that is taken care of...why would you be attempting to follow me?" The man's defenses were renewed, and he sighed to himself.

"Then how would I know about your past and I'm not a orcale I'm just slightly angelic," Echo says "And quit checking me out."

"Angelic?" he exclaimed. "Interesting." He didn't seem at all interested. He looked at her. "I am not...well, alright maybe a little. But erm..." He knocked the glass from the table accidentily, red staining the rim. "Jesus!" He looked at his hand. "Sorry...I can be clumsy sometimes...did you cut yourself?" he looked at his hands, then at the blood on the floor.

"That would be your 'friends' yet again. He is a vampire you know," Echo says as she smirks "And I know what your thinking. So better get your mind on the right track."

"I'm not quite sure he likes me," he said. "At all.He seems like the brooding type who's ready to snap at any moment. So...Ms...erm..Ms. Maxwell, was it? I heard the bickering..."

"Oh that he was just trying to understand me even though I'm not like any Maxwell he has delt with befor," Echo says

The glass confirmed it. This man was definately a vampire, to say the least. Now she was presented with a problem. What to do? After careful consideration, Alice decided she would hang around this man and see what she could learn. He may be a vampire, but she is armed. Physically and mentally.

The reporter's eye got caught upon another, not known to him that it was Alice. He looked at Echo. "Right. Well then. Thanks for the interview." He immediately went to the woman at a table a few chairs away. He took a seat across from her. "So, Miss. I saw you here earlier. Do you have any connection with Mr. Shentavo?" His pen and paper were ready.
If Rave had been there, he would have been unconscious due to his annoyance...

Alice was not about to blabber her intentions to some reporter. She put on her sweet, innocent girl act.

"Mr Shentavo? I'm sorry I don't know that name. You must have the wrong person. I'm just enjoying my drink."

She indicated the coffee in her hand.

The reporter looked at her. While she would not tell a thing, he would spill everything to anyone who would listen. He was not suspicious of her at all. "That man," he said, looking over at the table he had sat at, where a waitress was cleaning up broken shards of glass. "Is extremely dangerous. He's the leader of this nation you know..." There was strangely no one left in the cafe but a few waitresses, Echo, Alice, The reporter, Qui, and the agent...it was as if they all left mechanically, as if it were a natural routine.

Echo smirked she had felt someone watching her when she started talking to Qui and the "pain in the ass" reporter had just started bugging that person. Echo tired as it was close her eyes for a moment and slowly fell asleep in the chair she sat in.

Alice pretended to be humbled.

"Really? That man the leader? What is he doing here then?"

She could sense that the reporter knew at least something about the vampire. She began to probe his mind for relevant information.

"Yes," he said. "I don't know what he's exactly doing here. I called for a meeting, talked to a charming lady on the phone..Kenya something or rather....and she said he'd speak with me. This was just the meeting place, though why he's hanging around I don't know. People seem to know him hear. His father was Daja Desurey, an anceint, and a vile creature at that. His mother, however. Was really something else. He was born of a ledgend; Ravelyn Shentavo. She died about five years back, though... and he took control of the nation. he was born of an angel and a vampire...a walking paradox..."
He lookd at her, then fumbled for words. "Yes, erm. I forgot to introduce my self. Max Nonomura, seven o' clock news."

Alice extended her hand.

"I'm Alice. Nice to meet you."

She had gathered all the information she could find, not a lot.

"So what has he been telling you?"

He shook her hand firmly."He told me a lot. I have it all recorded," he said confidently. "I have it right her---" he searched in his jacket and could not find it. "I seem to have misplace it...erm...where...is it....."

Outside, his recorder lay in shattered pieces on the ground.

"Oh," he said softly. "I think I've lost it..."

(ooc:eep! *hits wall with forhead* Why *hits again* do *hits* I *hits again* live *hits once again* at *another hit* Europe? *hit* Ouch!)



The reporter looks up to them, and watches as Qui leaves back for the rest room, crackling his knuckles silently.

The agent, though not really looking like an agent (but that's how a good agent looks like, isn't it?), waited for Qui to return.

Hmmm...seems to be in a bad mood. Could be bad...or good. We'll see.
He smirked.

Alice frowned.

"That's a pity. I did notice some pieces of plastic on the ground outside, I hope that wasn't your recorder."

OOC: Rave TM

Qui looked at the agent, looking at him from across the room. "So," he said looking at him. "Why would you of all people need to follow me? You don't seem like the following type, though they never do." He folded his arms, leaning against the wall, obstructing his path to the door.

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ooc: already answered. ;-)

The reporter sighed. "He must have taken it. All that story gone! And I'm terrible with memory. That would have made the front page..." he looked at the floor and sighed. He looked back at Alice. He looked around, still not knowing where he went off to. "Did he leave?" He said standing up. He couldn't miss this story.
(ooc: EARTH II GET BACK HERE! :lol: )

Vladlupe walked the street, shrouded in a dark cloth. This made him somewhat conspicious, but less so, he believed than his usual appearance would have done. He kept his head bowed, not out of humility, or a lack of confidence, but to hide his face - pale, with fangs. His eyes were red at the iris, and seemed to glow slightly.

He trudged on, unsure that he had made the right choice. When The Underground City had been invaded he had fled - was that cowardly, or just common sense? They were powerful, but he was Vladlupe, a respected and feared vampire amongst the city's denizens. He had seen what had happened to his kin. Burnt to ashes in seconds by the rays of light from the invaders' guns. Slain, his bretheren. Rage filled him and he clenched his clawed fist.

He didn't even know where he was now. He had just kept walking after teleporting out of the city, and the realm of Niogoul Maeromirpli. He had become a vagrant, wandering the lands, and feeding off whoever crossed his path.

So preoccupied was he, that he was unaware by sight, sound, or other less common senses of those around him, and walked straight into Qui.

"Hey, watch where you're going!" he said, trying to shift the blame.

ooc: Qui is in the restroom at the cafe. Don't know if you want to alter your post, or keep it.

IC:

Qui shifted his gaze as he felt someone bump into him. He turned toward the man, looking upon him, his nearly black eyes consuming him before flashing scarlet. "Watch where I'm going?" he asked, brushing off the black sleave of his Armani suit. It now became apparent that he did not just bump into someone whom could be pushed aside so easily. "I was just standing here...it was you that had not watched where you were going, boy." His tone was clearly condenscending. He moved closer to him. His fangs were not visable at all, this was his altered form which Sarah had given her. But his presense...his presense was great.

ooc: oops. I forgot the exact details. I will not edit, I will adapt.

ic:

Vladlupe had entered the cafe to wash his hands. Wandering aimlessly did not do much for one's cleanliness. Every now and then he took the opportunity to wash and comb his hair.

He looked up at Qui, his mind now firmly back into the current time and place. He sensed a great power eminating from him, and hoped, for a second it was a friend, but unfortunately, the man was unfamiliar. He bowed his head again, to conceal his face once more.

"Pardon me, sir. You are correct; it was my fault."

Qui looked at him momentarily, then back at the agent. Discretely he had taken the chip from the edge of his coat during the distraction. It had been just what he needed. He walked to the agent, facing him and putting his hand on his shoulder, and gripping hard. "Nice speaking with you..." he said, laughing inside. He slowely backed away from him, and looked at the other.
Vampire, eh? he thought to himself. Other vampires were clearly not on his A list, though he said nothing more to him. He simply glared at him, sensing something pecliar, but it didn't catch his attention. He walked out, his nearly black eyes shifting to the door.
The moment that he saw him, the reporter shot up, and rushed toward him, pen and paper in hand. Qui could do nothing more then to hit him clear across the face, knocking him backwards so hard that his feet slipped from under him.
He looked at Alice and Echo. "I mean come on," he said. "Who the hell didn't want to do that." They were the only ones left in the cafe. He fixed his jacket, and looked at the bewildered waitress. "Check please."

After washing his hands, Vladlupe left the restroom, and sat down at a table. He glanced at Qui occasionally, curious to see who this man was, and to the nature of his business here.

He knows... thought Vladlupe. He can probably read minds too...

Vladlupe did his best to block any unwanted entry into his mind. He did not fear much, but psychic power unnerved him. He was comfortable with the world he could touch. He had encountered many battles in his time, and trusted his swordplay but an enemy that uses their mind as a weapon was not something he would be ready to face. He hoped that the man was not about to decide Vladlupe was undeserving of life, unlife or whatever it should be called.

A waitress walked over to him.

"Something to drink?" she asked.

"No thankyou", he answered. Maybe later... he thought, half-jokingly. He stopped - he was used to his thought being private, but now he had to be utmost careful.

Qui shifted his glance to Vladlupe. The corners of his mouth were brought to a smile. He simply watched him from a table dimly lit at the corner of the room. The cafe was supposed to be closing, but for some reason, it remained open. So... he thought to himself. Let's see what we have in the entirety. We have a man in the bathroom who is attempting to track me...he'll be tracking himself for quite a long time. We have Echo, my God damn fledglings boyfriend's sister. Fancy that she being here..another Maxwell; just exactly what the world has no use for. We then have that reporter, now on his back in pain with a broken nose. If not ended up like that by my hand, then someone elses. Then that man whom keeps looking over here, if a man is what you'd call him. A fledgling...no, neonate is a possibility, elder the probability, ancient a rarity. Then his eyes fell upon the girl he had seen at the doorway.mmm...she's a little more difficult to figure out. Intriguing... He thought to himself as he took a sip of his flask. Now why would you be here...
He looked at Vladlupe momentarily, then capped his flask, throwing it to him. He knew he was watching, and he knew that he could easily catch it. What he would be even more suprised at was what was inside it. Be careful, he communicated to him. It's quite strong... A wry smile crossed his lips. He never had been that kind toward other vampires, but this he wanted to see play out. There were four prominant vampires in the nation, and some others here and there. This one he had not seen before.

Vladlupe reached out and caught the flask. He was curious as to why the man would throw it to him. He looked at Qui, who's expression showed that he wanted Vladlupe to open the flask. He did so, pointing it away from him, just in case. When he did so, he smelt the familiar smell of blood. Though he knew what was inside, he looked through the the neck anyway; an attempt at deception. He sniffed, with the flask to his nose. He tossed it back, not wanting to approach Qui to hand it over.

"I thank you, sir, but I am not thirsty at the moment", he said.

Qui caught it with one hand, and it was concealed instantly within his coat. He chuckled in amusement of this. "As you wish," he said. He leaned back in his chair, and watched them all. A click was heard faintly, though it was undistinguishable. It could not have been from Qui, for both his hands were on the table...it sounded like it came from the door. The door had locked.
The moment this happened, the anceint looked at Vladlupe. "May I speak with you for a moment." His voice called out to the strange. The waitress came over to his table, bringing the check. There was no numbers written on it, and he placed it in his jacket pocket. So her name is Alice.. he thought to himself after looking at the paper. Later then... he looked back at Vlad.

"May I speak with you for a moment."

"Certainly", said Vladlupe, and approached Qui, his anxiety giving in to curiosity. "What is it you wish to discuss, sir?"

( :( I can't be online all day and night :( )

The agent leaned against the wall. This had been ... uncomfortable moments. If the Shentavo would have been aware of the chip ... the king wouldn't have been very glad about one of his agents destroying the relationships between the Empire and Shentavo.
He sighed.

Alright. lets see if the baby has something to say. he activated the listening function of the chip ... and heared nothing. He increased the frequenzy but there was nothing to hear.

"Shit!" he said
Shit! it sounded from the speaker in his ear.
"What?"
What?

Great He looked at his shoulder where Qui had touched him and took the chip from his tweed jacket.
Great

I'll never again allow them to equip me with this stuff when I'm on holiday he thought.
Then he left the rest rooms and the cafe.
But this doesn't mean I will not listen.
He stopped at the next corner, sat down on a bench and opened his senses. Sometimes the good old things were the best, although it was hard.

(hate this forumn)

Qui leaned back for a moment, observing Vladlupe, taking him in before speaking. "I know of every vampire to walk in this nation like the back of my hand," he said as he begun. "Mark this well. I have never seen you here before. Why have you come...for I must reveal to you now that this is my nation, and you are speaking with Qui Shentavo." His name had been an infamous one. Also known as the mindbreaker, there was much blood upon his hands, though all had been cleaned away.


(I know Earth, with the kidnapping you and all :lol: )

(really hate this forumn)

Dante sat next to him on the bench. His white hair fell over his eyes. He was still relatively young, and appeared to be about twenty seven. His skin was not pale, as no fangs shown...however, there was something in his eyes.

The national leader? thought Vladlupe. That would explain his power.

"I assure you, your majesty, I have no business here. I am merely a wanderer, a refugee. You need not fear harm from me, and I hope I can feel the same."

He was unfamiliar with the name; word of the outside world seldom passed into The Underground City. However, he could tell that proper respect was due. He wondered if his explanation was enough, or if Qui would inquire further. He would have little choice but to tell the truth; this man would surely detect any lies.

The agent listened to what happened inside the café. Not very interesting at the moment; that's why his mind, or at least a small part of it, started to wander. He had been so focused upon the inside of the building that he had displaced everything else around him. Now the first thing his mind met was ... someone next to him. He was surprised that he had missed his presence before but didn't feel an actual danger; although the one next to him was not human.
Vampire if I'm right. Nothing special here. He was not used to meet vampires, there were none at the Empire, but he had been here long enough to recognize a vampire when he saw one.

He turned his head to face the vampire, hopefully that this one would leave soon.

"Your majesty?" he laughed. "Such titles...such titles. There is no need for that here." He could tell that he was unknown among this one's mind, he hardly felt fear at all, give or take his father. "I came into this title by accident, when my mother died." He explained.
"A refuge?" he lit a cigarette, inhaling deeply. "Welcome to my nation then."

He thought to himself,I know you tell the truth, yet I have reason to be concerned with ones I don't know, and even those I do. The covens are coming, whether I like it or not. You see, I gave them quite a hard time, and a run for their money in laymest terms. If one can not rise up against me, they all will. But their not strong enough yet to pose a threat to me, nor Gene, nor Kenja, nor Seth. His thoughts were unheard, apart from maybe Echo, however, she was sleeping, so it would make that more difficult. He looked back at him. "Hmmm..." he simply said in observance.

"Vampire?" he asked with a chuckle. "No. Not in a million years would I be or ever become a vampire." He looked at him with a smile. There was something about him that you couldn't put your finger on. "No, I'm a demonic hybrid. Half demon, that's all. Merely a messanger. Have you seen a tall fellow? Dark, brooding. Pale skin, anger manegment problems? Refined, eloquent speaker....? hmmm?"

OOC: I got one word right now : lost

ooc: Dante and the agent guy are outside on a bench. Echo is sleeping at a table. Reporter is on the floor, unconscious by Qui's hand. Alice is watching from a table. Qui is in the corner of the room, speaking with Vlad. He pegs Echo as totally asleep.

OOC:Thanks
IC:Echo who was seemingly alseep only heard bits of what Qui thought. Slowly she stired and a little smirk crossed her inocent face

"Demonic hybrid? Finally something new." the agent said.
"Oh, and the one you are looking for is inside this café, I suppose."

OOC: I'm sorry to leave like this, but my family and I are going on a holiday, so I won't be able to get on NS. I'll be back on the 10th of January.

Just ignore my character.

"Oh, and the one you are looking for is inside this café, I suppose."

"Something new? Well, I suppose. My sister and I are the only ones in this nation as far as anyone's knowledge can go. How can you be so sure the one I'm looking for is in the cafe?" He smiled. "No...I come to find Qui Shentavo."

"Never met someone like you. Though I never met a vampire before I came to this nation, too.
And...believe me, your description was exact enough to tell me you are looking for Qui Shentavo. And Qui Shentavo is in the café."

"I know he's inside the cafe," he said simply. "But it would help if he'd unlock the door so I don't have to break it down, wouldn't it?" he said, glancing at the door. He sighed heavily. "Don't think you have anything to pick locks with you, do ya?"

The agent couldn't help, somehow this demonic hybrid was sympathic. He smiled.

"I am on holiday and I'm sure my King will kill me if he ever gets to know this...but," he looked to the left and right," I can't help myself. This smells like fun. Here," he took a yellow pack out of his pocket," try this. 'Key-Gel'. Just press the contents into the key-hole, wait five seconds and open the door."

Finally this holiday might become interesting.

Dante looked at it, and laughed slightly. "If he see's me coming, I wouldn't be to sure I'd be able to get close enough. We're really not on the best of terms. But what the hell..." He took the key gel from him, and stood up. Walking toward the door, he looked back once more. In seconds. He looked toward Qui with a wry smile upon his face, not knowing how he would react to seeing him there.

He looked at Echo momentarily, then shifted his gaze up toward them all. A waitress came by him, and he stood up to meet her gaze. "It's closing time sir, I can't keep this open anylonger." He stepped towards her, inches away.

"Would you be so kind so as to let me speak with you momentarily, in private." He said, his crimson eyes delving into her feeble mind.

"Of...of course," she replied, he followed her through a door in the back.

It's been three minutes.

He hasn't returned.

ooc: Random off-topic tangent for a moment Rave. I'm back. Any new academy years in the works?

(not yet, I have to wait for some things to get sorted out. Qui is in charge of the nation now...and the school. :-) You'll get a kick out of the new manipulations teacher...for Qui runs it now, not teaching anymore...unless upon request. He is in fact in search for an apprentice.... :shock: )

(Funny as hell if Joshua became that aprentice. I mean it would be funny and all but most likely it would end with Qui pissed off Joshua hurt and Kenja with Joshua. But the thought is funny)

Joshua: Can I be you're apprentice?
Qui: No.
Joshua: What about---
Qui: No.
Joshua: You know what I did last night?
Qui: No..wait a minute, stop....ugh! *back hand*
Joshua: Kenja agrees I should be your apprentice...
Qui: *back hand* NO!

ooc: (not yet, I have to wait for some things to get sorted out. Qui is in charge of the nation now...and the school. :-) You'll get a kick out of the new manipulations teacher...for Qui runs it now, not teaching anymore...unless upon request. He is in fact in search for an apprentice.... :shock: )

::Raises hand:: Ummm, who got the "most talented in the school" award? Hello? ::Thinks that maybe a fun RP could come of this::

http://www.nationstates.net/forum/viewtopic.php?p=2508707#2508707

Vladlupe was nervous. He was locked inside the café. This itself did not worry him. He could easily smash through the window with little risk of injury. What worried him was that he did not know why the café was locked.

Perhaps I should leave now... he thought. He could go to the toilets and exit through a window if necessary.

Qui came out of the back room, washing his hands off with a white napkin. He sat down observing those in the room, then re-established the sight between himself and Vlad. "You seek refuge?" he asked. Suddenly, his attention was immediately directed toward the door. He leaned back in his chair with an amused expression on his face.

"Dante..." he said to him. You do have what I've asked for?

Vladlupe thought for a second. Do I seek refuge? ... What do I seek? ... Should I keep going? Stay here? Return home? For all I know the invasion was resisted and The Underground City is back to normal ... And I would not want to be thought a coward for running ...

"I...have yet to decide on my course of action" he said, coolly.