NationStates Jolt Archive

The message was broadcast specifically for the Transylvanians, radio waves echoing towards their distant goal; their long away agenda.

Heil JWolf. We are Millenium; The Last Battalion. At present, we are expanding our capabilities; an army of Midians, an endless stream of Midians...All to crush zis world under our bootheels. We know of your...questionable past, and ask you now, God-Emperor, will you aid us, will you be our ally? We are sending a....diplomat of sorts. Warrant Officer Schrodinger shall arrive, that is, once you have accepted or refused our most generous offer. Auf Wiedersehen.

Acting Fuhrer, Herr Major

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OOC: First of all, what is your tech level? If MT, I will post.

OOC; We are MT.

“I have heard of these Midians. Nazis idiots.” said the Count to himself in his huge dark office in Castle Von Wolf. “And it looks like they heard about little old me.”

After reading the message over and over for ten minutes, the Count started writing a message back to this Herr Major.

TO: Herr Major
From: The God-Emperor Count JWolf

My questionable past, you say. Major, I’m the most powerful vampire on this planet we call Earth. My past is not questionable. If you and your people want a history lesson, I can get it to them. Hitler didn’t kill himself; I did the killing of Hitler. I was a mercenary, who worked on the side of the Axis then on the side of the Allies. So, I ask you this. Why would I want to ally myself with a bunch of immortal Nazis?

You maybe the Last Battalion but we are the Dominion. We make the Third Reich like a little kid with a toy gun. But we are not Nazis and never will be Nazi. So…if you want the Dominion to ally with you, drop the Nazi bullshit.

"Because ve have similar goals, similar blood" Precocious and wolf eared, Schrodinger stepped from the shadows before Jwolf's office. "Don't mind me, Herr Wolf, I am everywhere and nowhere" He winked softly, squatting like a cat as he placed the small video screen before Jwolf. "Vatch and learn; Mr History."

The screen crackled and flickered, eventually clearing from static to glorious resolution. The figure there did not face them; arms folded behind his back, long white coat spilling down; blond hair spilling across his head, his relatively stout figure. Schrodinger raised his hand in a salute as the transmission began, and the show started.

The lights rose in that far away place, and the platform upon which he stood began to rise; showing countless troops and weapons readied; numerous Kampff Gruppes. The original Millenium, the Letztes battalion, had been but a thousand Vampires; but Herr Major's goals were obviously changing; advancing.

"Ja, Jwolf; you think yourself better than us. Yet ve cannot drop our goals and beliefs, no more than you can drop your overwhelming arrogance. Ve could drown in it as in a sea of holy water. There are many who would destroy you; destroy us; destroy all Midians in a wave of death and destruction...But death, Destruction....These are things ve thrive upon. We have not survived so many years in hiding only to risk everything here. Now; Warrant Officer Schrodinger was kind enough to deliver my message. We will ally with you, ja; but ve cannot....Nein; vill not, drop our natures. I leave the ball, tentatively, in your court, Herr Count"

Schrodinger collected up the screen, smirking impishly at JWolf.

"Herr Major has made his point, should I wait for your reply?" He purred softly, tongue caressing white teeth as he advances. "Us Verevolves are more patient than the Vampires."

OOC: Nobody would make into Castle Von Wolf or the Count’s lands without being hunted or killed. So, Warrant Officer Schrodinger is not in the castle. Plus, I have wolf poeple being hunted down in my nation. So, I don’t think Warrant Officer Schrodinger would be welcome in the Count’s lands.

Plus, nobody is hunting the Count or wants to destroy him or the Dominion.

OOC: Schrodinger is there for a moment, and then gone; he's delivering a message. Feel free to kill or maim him; had you read the Hellsing manga you would know the Schrodinger manages to appear in the midst of a meetign between Integra Wingates Hellsing, the Convention of 12 and the Queen of England, all having bypassed security. If you knew physics you would understand why Schrodinger was 'everywhere and nowhere' or between states ;) Also the significance of the wolf ears.

Its a playful jest; play along.

OOC: Never read Hellsing manga or heard of it. Both I do have mutants who can teleport.

IC: The Count watches the little video from the Nazi dog. “Schrodinger, maybe if you leader had a brain, he would know that nobody is hunting me or wants to destroy the Dominion.”

The Count got up as the door of his office opened. Four men in Transylvanian body armor (http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y101/CountJWolf/TransylvanianBA.jpg) (dark gray and black) walked in with AR-56 assault rifles, loaded with silver tipped bullets, pointed at Schrodinger.

“And if you want to live, you should have not said that you were a werewolf.” said the Count. “And because I did not invite you here, you are a prisoner. You can go with them to the dungeon like a gentleman or you can be like idiot and fight.”

“So…what is it going to be?” asked the Count.

Schrodinger chuckles softly. "Count; there are always people who vish to destroy Midians....But those midians that ally, often find themselves with a chance of living." The Hitler Youth uniform shifts as Schrodinger whirls about. His eyes light up at the sight of the armed men. "A pity that you should be so hostile; Mein Fuhrer shall not be pleased" He titters softly.

Stepping forward, opening his arms, he bows lightly, his form flickering. "Best shots gentlemen, I have so little time." And with that, even as he begins to fade, he lunges forward, giggling as he surges towards the Guards.

“Just get the Hell out of here, Schrodinger.” ordered the Count “I have no time to play with Nazi dogs.”

“Give your Fuhrer a message,.” said the Count. “Don’t make do what I did to Hitler to him. You have your warning.”

“Plus, it would worked better, if he did not send a dog to do his work.” said the Count. The Black Wolves moved to each side of the door with their guns pointing at the intruder.

Schrodinger spun about, smirking as he once against faced JWolf. "Oh, I am no dog. I am merely the messenger. Herr Major, I am sure, will be dissapointed in you. He expected so much more from the great Midian himself; I suppose then that ve vere wrong about you and your ambitions of domination. A pity"

Turning, walking towards the door and into shadow, Schrodinger chuckled lightly, glee playing across his face. "You vill regret it when the hunters are at your door; you live in the land of the Vampire and legend. The Land beyond the Forest. Interesting that you do not share the gall of the former count of this land. Farewell, Count. Watch your own Van Helsing does not arise in the east; poor Jwolf at the hands of Abraham" He shakes his head, and with that, is gone.

Herr Major walks into his control room, only to be confronted by the figure of Schrodinger leaning into the chair.

"He did not buy it, mein fuhrer. It would appear he is unwilling to play"

"A pity; you did well though, Schrodinger." He moves to the great seat, sitting as Schrodinger moves to crouch beside it. The Major smirks down at him, and then turns his attention back to the great control screen. A beacon blazes upon the map; notably marked as Adler, in the Atlantic. While great symbols blaze in South America, and other, small symbols, glimmer across the world.

"This is the plan, Schrodinger..." He lets his hand fall to rustle the Wolf-boy's hair, and chuckles softly. "This is the set up of our play; our opera. Shall we play Faust, this coming time?"

The poor dog, he doesn’t know a damn thing. The Count said to himself. Vampire hunters are the ones getting hunted in the Dominion. And when you control Eastern Europe and Western Russia, you do not think of domination. The Count smiled as the Nazi dog walked out of his office, he knew a Nazi would have stayed and fought not left.

They can’t make them all strong. he said himself.

Careful Count The Major's mind wandered and whirred, speaking to no one but itself. When one is so arrogant as oneself, and thinks my messengers as dogs; one opens himself up for a Second Barbarossa. All in good time shall plans come together; glorious plans. And when we act; you shall see that the Reich was meant to last. You claim to have killed the late Fuhrer; but in time, when it finally comes down to it. You shall know your own folly He let a smile grace his pale lips and saluted the great map; a new representation of the Dominion appeared.

Your very existence proves us right He looked at his gathering army; at his beautiful Kampff Gruppes. The Midian can be dark and glorious; its Empire exaltant...That shall be our destiny

OOC: He calls any wolf person a dog. He hates wolf people. I could destroy you, if I wanted to.

IC: The Count has ordered the Transylvanian Army Intelligence department to find where these Nazi punks were hiding. They would watch these Nazi punks, if they did anything. The full force of the Dominion Army would fall on them.

OOC: Oh, I'm sure you could, without doubt. But then, wheres the fun in that; from one Midian to another; surely you prefer the hunt and the slow kill. I won't threaten your little dominion; not until I have a powerbase to support me. Besides; we were being nice and everything.

OOC: If you are calling the Dominion small, you are wrong. I did not know 8,284,529 sq km was small.

This is what the Dominion has in it; Albania, Austria, Belarus, Bosnia & Herzegovina, Bulgaria, Croatia, Czech Republic, Estonia, Georgia [the country, not the state], Hungary, Latvia, Liechtenstein, Lithuania, Macedonia, Moldova, Poland, Romania, Serbia & Montenegro, Slovakia, Slovenia, Switzerland, Turkey, Ukraine, and Western Russia [Adygeya, Arkhangelsk, Astrakhan, Bashkortostan, Belgorod, Bryansk, Chechnya, Chuvashia , Dagestan, Ingushetia, Ivanovo, Kaliningrad, Kaluga, Karachay-Cherkessia, Karelia, Kirov, Komi, Kostroma, Krasnodar, Kursk, Leningrad, Lipetsk, Mari El, Mordovia, Moscow (Province), Moscow (Federal city), Murmansk, Nenetsia, Nizhny Novgorod, Novgorod, North Ossetia, Orenburg, Oryol, Penza, Perm, Permyakia, Pskov, Rostov, Samara, Saratov, Smolensk, Stavropol, St. Petersburg (Federal city), Sverdlovsk, Tambov, Tatarstan, Tula, Tver, Udmurtia, Ulyanovsk, Yaroslavl, Vladimir, Volgograd, Vologda, Voronezh].

Plus, where is your nation really located?

OOC; Where the Reich fled to after the fall. We have enclaves and holdings in South America. Its amazing what the promise of Eternal life can get you...

OOC: Okay, far away from me to really do anything. If you do want us to be allies, send somebody the right way. A way that would not be called trespassing.

OOC: Ah, but you were so bitchy to me! Why would I send anyone; could be that time of the month...The way for us to reinitialise contact; is for you to seek us out, and...perhaps apologise, or lay off our belief system, and then! Then, another shall be sent. Someone more....formidible, someone you won't push around.

OOC: Anybody would be that way, if somebody were trespassing. Plus, the Count has never liked Nazis and though after the death of Hitler, the Nazis were gone. We will not apologize, that is not something anybody in the Dominion would do. Plus, to Count he did not do anything wrong.

Just to tell you, I can push anybody around. If you look at my fact book, you will see. Look at the ((OOC)) Mutant Powers of the Royal Family post.

OOC; of course you can; but I meant a more...solid individual. A true Warrior; a Midian of formidible power. Someone who is not a mere messenger as my dear Schrodinger. Without a gesture of somekind; we shall not be sending another.

OOC: The Count could boss a true warrior around, too. He over 10,000 years old, so you think he would not know a couple of moves. Plus, if the Count doesn't want to fight, he can have one of his five sons fight for him; Khaldun (3,367 years old), Jibade (3,304 years old), Calvin Saint Clair (323 years old), Devlin Saint Clair (300 years old) and Edward Darkholme (68 years old).

What kind of gesture? Another message?

OOC: Couldn't care less about your brood; you won't boss my warrior around; you are not their commanding officer :P The gesture you make it up to you; till then, no message. :)

So chop chop

OOC: What I'm saying is your warrior would be killed, if they did not listen to the Count. Wait I just got an idea, hang on. I will write an IC post later.

OOC: I don't have to do exactly as you say; respect your domain, certainly; thats manners, but hes not going to be intimidated by you, or do your bidding.

Write an RP post now! Don't be boring!

OOC: You got AOL? MilleniumKampf is mine

TO: Herr Major
From: The God-Emperor Count JWolf

Major, I write this message for one thing. You need to learn more about the Dominion before you said that there are people on this planet we call Earth that want to hunt me down or destroy the Dominion. And the vampires are not the ones being hunted in the Dominion, the vampire hunters are the ones being hunted down and killed in the Dominion. So, you and your people need to get that type of stuff right. Another name for the Dominion would be the Vampire Kingdom.

Plus, I don’t trust dogs. A dog to me is a wolf person. Something bad happened a long time ago with a wolf person.

But this is what we will do; we will have a little fight. A champion of yours and a champion of mine in a little duel in the Dominion. If my champion wins, you will pay us 2.5% of your yearly budget to have us as allies. Now…if your champion wins, the Dominion will be your allies for nothing. So, Major, what is going to be?

OOC: You got AOL? MilleniumKampf is mine

OOC: Yeah but only people I trust have it. So, maybe after a little bit. I will trust you. So, use TMs right now.

OOC: I don't have to do exactly as you say; respect your domain, certainly; that’s manners, but he’s not going to be intimidated by you, or do your bidding.

OOC: We will see about that.

OOC:Write an RP post now! Don't be boring!

OOC: I don't RP with bossy people, so watch yourself with me on that.

TO: Herr Major
From: The God-Emperor Count JWolf

Major, I write this message for one thing. You need to learn more about the Dominion before you said that there are people on this planet we call Earth that want to hunt me down or destroy the Dominion. And the vampires are not the ones being hunted in the Dominion, the vampire hunters are the ones being hunted down and killed in the Dominion. So, you and your people need to get that type of stuff right. Another name for the Dominion would be the Vampire Kingdom.

Plus, I don’t trust dogs. A dog to me is a wolf person. Something bad happened a long time ago with a wolf person.

But this is what we will do; we will have a little fight. A champion of yours and a champion of mine in a little duel in the Dominion. If my champion wins, you will pay us 2.5% of your yearly budget to have us as allies. Now…if your champion wins, the Dominion will be your allies for nothing. So, Major, what is going to be?

Count JWolf; we would never think of relinquishing much needed funds to yourself simply for you to be our allies. Such an ideal is...idiotic at best. You say that Vampire Hunters are hunted down; but even a cornered animal can bite; and a faction oppressed enough can strike back, often violently.

As we learned in the War, one can never be too overconfident. Our original Vampire Production ideal was smashed by filthy Protestants; our nation was defeated in the great siege of Berlin and the Shattering of the Axis. Nein; we have not come this far to pay tithes to untermenshen from the East. We shall have a fair and equal alliance; or I am afraid, my friend; that we shall have nothing. Your degrading and ego-centric request is denied.

In the name of der Fuhrer and the Reich, in accordance with the views of Millenium and all of Midian society; I bid you auf wiedersehen

TO: Herr Major
From: The God-Emperor Count JWolf

The Vampire hunters are losing the war with my soldiers. There are only like 10,000 of them left in the Dominion. A lot of them have joined our side in the fight. Plus, nobody wants to join them. Would you want to join them?

If you don’t like it, it is your loss. When the big bad nation started attacking you, don’t call the Dominion because we would watch from the sidelines or maybe join in on the fun. But if you think the payment is not right, I think we can drop it. So…if my champion wins, the Millenium Group and the Dominion will not be allies.

OOC: The payment would be dropped, if your warrior was a good fighter and not some goofy fool who gets killed in a minute flat.

The Major grinned softly. "Ja; a battle of Midians, a grand battle of Midians, a clash of Midians the likes of which the world has never seen...Ja; this will be good." He chuckled, rising. "Doc!"

"Ja Mein Fuhrer!" Coat billowing about his body, bare midriff showing as the Captain rose to the other side of the Major.

"Call forth Zorin"

She came, smoking a cigarette; immense scythe, too large for any mere mortal to handle, slung over her shoulder, the entire right hand side of her body tattooed and covered in strange and tantalising runes and symbols.

"Ja Mein Fuhrer" She saluted crisply, the perfect soldier.

"Lieutenant; We are thinking of sending you forth to answer the Dominion's challenge. Are you ready?"

"Ja! I will serve the Reich in anyway I can, Mein Fuhrer"

"Excellent...Go forth; kill; bring blood and destruction wherever you go."

Communications Open: SIEG HEIL!

"Herr Count; We accept your little challenge. We are sending Lieutenant Zorin Blitz to your shores. Make sure you velcome her; and some way for a Zeppelin to dock."

The great Zeppelin, the Graf Zepellin 2; took off from its great hanger, hovering in the air above Jaburo; the Panthers Den; before sliding out into the darkness. Between the night and the ocean; the seems trapped between two walls of blackness. But still, insatiable she pressed on.

The troops about the bridge and lower levels were ready for war; prepared to fight and kill, should these Midians seek to betray the Reich...

Communications Open: SIEG HEIL!

"Herr Count; We accept your little challenge. We are sending Lieutenant Zorin Blitz to your shores. Make sure you velcome her; and some way for a Zeppelin to dock."

“She will be welcomed. The fight will be at a small arena called ‘Hell’s Gate’ in the city of Konya, Turkey. Your champion, Zorin, with be facing my first born son, Khaldun (http://www.freewebs.com/thetransylvania/Khaldun.JPG).”

The Count sends the message and started laughing to himself saying “Zeppelin” over and over. “It is the year 2005, what the Hell.” said the Count.

The great Zeppelin, the Graf Zepellin 2; took off from its great hanger, hovering in the air above Jaburo; the Panthers Den; before sliding out into the darkness. Between the night and the ocean; the seems trapped between two walls of blackness. But still, insatiable she pressed on.

The troops about the bridge and lower levels were ready for war; prepared to fight and kill, should these Midians seek to betray the Reich...

A squad of 15,000 Golden Wolves waited at the shores of Turkey near the city of Antalya. They would wait for this Zeppelin to land in a larger clear area near the beaches. Each one was in a set of Transylvanian body armor in black and gold and was armed with an AR-56 assault rifle, a Super-Nova shotgun, and a PHX Hi-Power 10mm pistol.

The ride to Konya would take an hour to get there.

Zorin stepped down from the Zeppelin as it landed, flanked by countless troops; in full battle regalia, they bore machine guns, combat swords; a panzerfaust strapped to their backs, atop heavy flak armor and a metal helmet. They marched down, saluting, standing to perfect attention as Zorin advanced.
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Behind her, there came the Major, his face contorted in an almost arrogant smirk, as he glanced about him. "This is good" He chuckled "This is very good. I cannot wait for the games to begin..."
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At his side, came Doc, the genius behind the Last Battalion and its advancements. http://hellsing.keenspace.com/profiles/mil_doc.gif
And the Captain, stoicly silent bodyguard and soldier of the Reich http://hellsing.keenspace.com/profiles/mil_hans.gif

Behind them, followed the familiar figure of Schrodinger, with whom the Count was already familiar. http://hellsing.keenspace.com/profiles/mil_schro.gif

"Heil" The Major called to those came to greet him; and each and every solider once again saluted; voices resounding.

"HEIL!"

Captain Pierce Magnum walked up to foreign leader and his group. He had blonde hair with blue eyes. “Welcome, Major.” he said “I am Captain Pierce Magnum of 22nd Golden Wolves.” Then a man walked out of the group of soldiers facing the Zeppelin, the man was not in the same stuff as the Golden Wolves. He was wearing a red leather duster, with no shirt under it, black leather pants and black leather boots. This man was Devlin Saint Clair (http://www.freewebs.com/thetransylvania/Devlin%20Saint%20Clair.JPG).

“Captain, I will handle this.” said Devlin. “Yes, my Prince.” said Captain Pierce.

“Major, I am Devlin Saint Clair. The Air Marshal of the Transylvanian Air Force.” said Devlin. “My Father welcome you to his empire.” A two black limo spulled up behind him, the drivers got out and opened the back doors. “Our rides.” said Devlin; he waited for foreign leader to get in before he got in.

"My Escorts will be coming with us" He intoned flatly as he got into the car, Doc and the Captain went with him, while Zorin; cigarette clenched between lips, smirkrign wryly, as she waited to be given a car; scythe and all; Schrodinger at her side.

"Vell? Vhat is taking you so long?" She asked flatly, yawning more as an act of defiance and boredom than actually tiredness. "Hurry up; the battle awaits; and you shall not keep Mars from his prize."

“This car is a little full.” said Devlin. “I will ride in the other car.” Devlin shut the door and walked to the other limo in the back. To much ego in that one car. he said . After he was in the other car, he dialed his Father’s cell-phone. “Father, that Major is here.” he said as the limos took off towards Konya.

The driver of the other limo said to tattooed rude woman, “The ride will an hour to get where we are going.” he said. Ten black and gold M1026A1 HMMWVs followed the limos. The other Golden Wolves would watch the Zeppelin.

An hour later

The vehicles pulled up to this huge arena named ‘Hell’s Gate’. The outside looked like a normal American basketball arena but the inside was dark and cruel. This arena was where a sport that only the Dominion aloud. Somebody don’t call it a sport because it is really is not one. Two men enter the main arena to fight to the death. It does not have name but who cares.

The drivers opened the back doors of the limos, Devlin exited his limo and walked towards the door of the arena. Hem waited for others to get out of the ‘ego limo’ as he called.

Inside a man in armor sat on this beautiful Transylvanian stallion, this man was Khaldun. He had his helmet off to look his prey in the eyes. Out of all the fights he has had, he never was defected.

A lone figure sat on the other side of the main arena; he was wearing a dark blue shirt, black leather pants, a black leather duster with the Black Wolves’ symbol (http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y101/CountJWolf/BWSymbol.jpg) on the upper right arm, and a black cowboy hat on. This man was Count JWolf.

But they were not the only ones in there. 500 Black Wolf soldiers were all over the place. They were armed with AR-56 assault rifles.

OOC: Picture of the armor = http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y101/CountJWolf/KsArmor.jpg

The Major, Doc and the Captain got out, walking unphased towards the rider; as Zorin and Schrodinger did likewise. The Major smirked lightly, raising his eyes to look upon the Count.

"For a leader of many you seem relatively common in your dress" He moved to one side, the Doctor and the Captain moving at his side, Schrodinger following slightly behind them; leaving Zorin to face the rider as they made their way to JWolf.

"Tell me, Count." The Major continued. "Vat is it that makes you a Midian....It would priceless to our Research; would it not, Doc?"

"Ja; the process of creating perfect Vampires is already underway; but a different strain such as yourself, is near priceless in the creation process..."

"Ja; but that can wait, Herr Doctor. I warn you, Count. Zorin is not without a few tricks" He looked at her tattoos and chuckled soflty. "Up her sleeve"

He sat, looking down into the arena; Zorin stood, twirling her scythe idly, the epitome of concentration, as she stopped, slamming the shaft into the ground and looking at the rider.

"So; you are the son of the Midian Count?"

“You want know what make me a vampire.” said the Count (http://www.freewebs.com/thetransylvania/Count%20JWolf.JPG), who was looking down at the arena. “What make me a vampire? I have no idea why I’m a vampire.”

“All I know is I was born in cave in Eastern Europe area. A stream of blood ran through the cave to the end of it and a huge metal rock blocked the exit.” said the Count. “The only thing I knew through my years in that cave were a male wolf, a female wolf, and the bats that lived deeper in the cave.”

“I didn’t see sunlight until I was the age of eighteen. That is when my vampire strength and mutant power helped me move the rock.” said the Count. “I left that cave with four ‘brothers’. These brothers were the pups of the wolves.”

“Then I started roaming this planet.” he said. “If you want my blood, it will cost you more money then you have.”

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Khaldun looked down at this woman, he turned the horse around to face his Father. He saw Devlin standing on the edge of the main arena floor, she would not try to attack him., “Father, I though I was facing a champion. Not a woman.” he said, he had Egyptian accent. Men in red robes started lighting torches on the edge of the main arena.

He hopped off the horse and turned to face his foe, “Yes, I’m the first born son.” he said. Two huge men in black robes walked up to Khaldun and handed him his sword (http://www.cyberartscamp.org/webdesign/2004/week1/gleb_vedernikov/images/sword5.jpg). The blade was five feet long and weight around 180 pounds, no mortal could handle this sword. The widest part of the blade is a foot wide. This sword was made of steel and was sharp enough to cut a tree that is four feet wide in two.

“Ready?” asked Devlin from the edge of the floor. “Ready.” said Khaldun, who had his sword ready. He would wait for the woman to make her move first.

OOC: Khaldun has tricks, too. His mutant powers: Psionically manipulate fire, increasing its size and altering its form and temperature, resistance to heat and burning. Plus, your people would not know that because that is info only a few know.

Zorin grins softly. "Oh, I am no mere woman. Even a woman can put a gun to a mans head; even a woman can pull the trigger" She paced about, circling, not willing to yet begin; she wanted to know his strengths; his flaws; before they fought, she would know him.

"Come then, first son of the Mutant Midian, come and fight" She spun her immense scythe on its axis; before surging forward; almost a blur. "HEIL!" She roared, as she brought the immense weapon in a curving arc towards Khaldun, before spinning a different way; to end up at the other side of him.

"So, you are an animal, raised by animals; fathered by animals; perhaps you rutted with animals too; I truly care not. If you are so....intimate with wolves; why then do you hate Wolfmen?" The Major chuckled. "Perhaps they are a little TOO Intimate with your roots."

Khaldun has learned how to fight without showing off his flaws or weakness. Khaldun blocked the shot and looked Zorin in the eyes. “I’m a vampire, so what are you trying to do. Trick me?”

He pushed back and sprung his sword at her legs. She will block it and play into his trap. She will either come back at his right side or left side or go at the head. He would counter any of those moves.

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“Major, do you think before you say anything?” said the Count. “I was not raised by the wolves. Wolves and wolf people are not the same.” He moved his right hand into his duster and took out a Cuban cigar. He lit it with a wooden match and took a couple of puffs.

“Watch what you said with me, if you love your life.” said the Count, with his right hand in his duster again. It was resting on a loaded Beretta 93R automatic pistol; it was loaded with wooden tipped rounds. “The wolf girl knows better manners then you.” he added.

OOC: Schrodinger looks like a girl to the Count and me. So, that is why I said wolf girl.

The Major let a wry chuckle slip from his dead lips. "Ja vell, Warrant Officer Schrodinger is not a soldier. More of a....Messenger. At least you did not go through with your plan to shoot the messenger, ja?" He looks up at JWolf "My men, Schrodinger included as he is one, are all educated. You however, lived in a cave with wolves, and doubtlessly that has affected you; as the child raised by wolves that tears at meat with bared teeth. You must forgive me my...Mockery of your origins; save that the tale of a being born in a cave with animals and vermin, who is yet superior; sounds more like a fairy tale for children." He turns his attention back to the battle. "Yet even the darkest and most fictional of stories hold kernals of truth, do they not?"

Zorin brought the blade down to block and avoid his sword slash, feeling the caress of steel against her leg, the flow of idle blood. Grinning, she did not attack, but instead backflipped; bringing the tip of the scythe and her boots towards his face, before landing further from him.

"One cannot trick a being so arrogant as to see deception everywhere. Nein; I was testing you, Vampyre; come. Let us see what you are made of; what strong blood runs in your bastard veins? ja?"

Khaldun move his sword up to block the scythe but before it ran up the left side of his face. It did not go deep, so it closed up a few seconds later.

“Are you just a nice lady.” he taunted. “Now, show me what you are made of.”

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“If you want to say I was raised by animals, then that is what you believe.” said the Count, who continued looking at the duel. “But that does not mean I’m not educated. I have learned from leaders and commanders of this world past.”

“Plus, I have degrees from all of the famous school in the world.” said the Count, who looked a little mad because of this idiot Major next to him. “I am master of the eight Martial Arts schools in the Dominion.”

“And being educated does not give you good matters.” he added.

"Your qualifications are but scraps of paper, Count. Your mastery of Martial Arts is commendable, but nothing less than I would expect from such a being. A Mutant Midian." He chuckled softly. "We are the Schutzstaffel of the Third Reich, Count. Did you expect us to bow and courtesy and use the correct knifes and forks? We were human fiends once, unt now ve are Midian fiends. Manners does not enter into the equation. Nor should it ever have to. We have only one true desire; one aim that cannot be reasoned with, above all others....

Var. Eternal Var."

Zorin chuckled. "I am no 'Nice Lady', I am Zorin Blitz!" She snarled, the runes upon her eternal flesh shifting and dancing, as he drove her hand into the ground; the runes running into it. Reality seemed to change; countless Zorin's now lunged forth at Khaldun; each scythe aimed for his body; but only one of them was real.

"HEIL!" Came her frenzied cry. "SIEG HEIL!"

This modest display of loyalty; echoing in countless voices across the arena; earned her a salute from the 'top brass'.

"Our Zorin is not without her tricks, Herr Count."

"Ja," Doc began "A most formidable and perfected speciman..."

The Captain said nothing....

“I don’t care what you think about my degrees and other thing, dear Major.” said the Count. “And one thing, us vampires don’t go by the name Midian anymore.”

“I could care less that you are the protection squadron of a fallen empire.” said the Count. “You know what Hitler and his loyal idiots called me.” He looked at the Major for the first time and said “Zerstörer!” (Means Destroyer.) He turned his head back to the duel.

“So you’re the Schutzstaffel of the Third Reich and I was the Zerstörer of the Third Reich.” said the Count. “We are both pawns of the Third Reich then.”

“These manners are ones where you don’t talk down another leader.” he said. “An example: early you said I was an animal, raised by animals; fathered by animals; perhaps you rutted with animals too.”

“If you want us to be allies, you treat me with respect because that is what I’m doing.” said the Count, a little anger could be hear in his voice.

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“Oh…no she does not.” said Devlin on the edge of the floor. But those people in red robes were still out there. One of them dropped his hood down to show his face. If the Major or his people did some research on the Royal Family, they would know that was Salvador Castillo-Saint Clair (http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y101/CountJWolf/SalvadorCastillo.jpg). A vampire that has the power of telekinesis and to teleport. “Sal!” yelled Devlin.

At the point, Khaldun was moving back for his prey because she had made the fight unfair. Then Salvador unleashed a wave of energy across the main arena. It countered Zorin’s trickery and makes everything but the real Zorin disappear. Khaldun ducked under the real scythe and moved behind her with his sword swinging at her back. No human or maybe a vampire is fast enough to block that shot…

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“Zorin’s tricks are nothing.” said the Count with a smile on his face.

The Captain's hand moved to his sword; tightening on the hilt as the Major rises, laughing openly at the Count. "Cannot even take a little ability of our own, can you, Abberation?" He claps his hands softly. "You truly are a stubborn one; given you have violated the terms of the agreement by introducing another pawn-child of yours" He sat down again. "You speak of honor, while lacking it yourself, Janus; you are a hypocrite"

Zorin hissed, twisting to try and avoid the strike, unable to; the blade scouring her back, as she rolled; dodging any further attacks; the wounds healing as she did.

"Arrogant cheat" She sneered, spinning her scythe as she lunged forward, striking low, before leaping over him, to slash at the back of his legs. Even without her projections; she could still be a deadly opponent, moving with incredible speed; darting around her foe; weapon slashing.

"Though your own trickery is treacherous; you will notice, Count; that it is no slowdown for a servant of the Reich. You should know that even the greatest servants are mocked by their masters behind their back. Though they knew you as Destroyer; they thought of you as Mutierter Exzentriker"

The fifty Black Wolf soldiers near the Count raised their guns at the Captain when his hand went to his sword.

“And you are a dumb man, dear Major.” said the Count, who got up and walked always from his seat and the other. “I did not violate the terms of the agreement. Your bitch did.” Behind the Major and his Nazi punks, the sound of guns switching the safety off could be heard.

“Dear Major, I hope you like your life.” said the Count. After hearing those words, the rifles roared to life. Each loaded with a silver/wooden mix tipped round.

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In the arena, Khaldun disappeared from her view. A hint of brimstone was in the air. Khaldun was next to Salvador. “Sorry, Nazi bitch.” he said. The other people in the red robes had their hoods down. It was most of the Royal Family or the fire powered ones of the Royal Family. Jibade (http://www.freewebs.com/thetransylvania/Jibade.JPG), Khaldun’s bother, was on her right outside the arena. Anubis (http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y101/CountJWolf/Anubis.jpg), Khaldun’s son, was on her left side outside the arena. Gahiji (http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y101/CountJWolf/Gahiji.jpg), Jibade’s son, was behind her.

“Drop the weapon or the fire department will have to put you out.” said Devlin.

OOC: Now, the Hellsing owned people are now gone. So, you can be original and make new people.

OOC: Nah; I'd rather not.

IC:

The Major, the Captain and Doc, all managed to leap backwards into the arena; hissing slightly as the dodged the majority of the bullets; those that remained doing little more damage than conventional rounds.

"Ah, Count, Count Count; I would have expected far more sense from you. Wooden stakes? Useless! Silver? You seem to have your species confused; a terrible terrible shame; ja?" He chuckled softly. "I can see that I vas wrong to have come here." They were all in the centre of the arena now; standing by Zorin. "Auf Wiedersehen, Traitorous Aberration" And with that, Zorin's power flared to life; a great and confusing mish mash of illusions; by the time the sorcerous wretch could cast them aside; they would be gone; and far on their way from this pitiful land of Machiavellian falsehoods and betrayals.

OOC; Evidently you can't maintain a civil RP; I take my leave until you can.

“They are Nazis.” said the Count. “The running kind.” Everybody in the arena started laughing. These Nazis would be watched in their South America hiding spots, now.

OOC: Well, when you guys said dumb things like calling the Count is an animal. You are the one not being civil. Plus, the Count hates Nazis and terrorists. So that goes double for you. Be happy, I did not have the Major killed a close range.

What type of vampire is not killed by wooden stake or silver? The godmode kind.

OOC: Firstly, Vampires are not allergic to silver in all mythologies. Silver kills WEREWOLVES.

Secondly, the wood usually has to be pure, and even a stake through the heart (I.e) Directly piercing it, and remaining there, not simply passing through as a wooden bullet, which wouldn't do much good anyway; does not kill Vampires in all mythologies. In Hellsing it is viewed as 'not conclusive' by the former head of the Hellsing agency.

Besides, I'm sure you yourself said that Count Wolf is a vampire with all the strengths, no weaknesses. Short of being a daywalker (which your apparently not Mr. Cave Born Pure Blood) You appear to have no vampire weakness.

What Vampire has no Vampire Weaknesses? A godmode one.

And in my opinion; he is an animal. He was raised with animals; lacking civilisation. Of course, since then hes came out, became an uber genius; mastered martial arts; but hey; never forget your howling at the moon roots.

OOC: He does have weakness, O Great Vampire person. That is if you test him, you will find them. You put a lot of silver in him and he could be killed easy is one of them.

He does not lack civilization. He saw a lot of civilizations during his time on Earth and lived with them, too. He saw empires rise and fall. The Romans, Greeks, and many other civilizations are these civilizations. Plus, he HATES Nazis and terrorist.

This is the last time I want to RP with you. Now good day, Mr. Nazi Hellsing person. Had fun!