NationStates Jolt Archive

Incidentally, Chairman of the JCS Cody Jennings was having the same predicament as the Generalissimo's son Tacho. Both were single, both hated it, both were desperate for romance. In Tacho's case, he was being set up with the Shah's daughter, but Jennings had no one to turn to for a prospective bride. It was ironic that he was having such bad luck with the ladies. He was handsome, extremely muscular, urbane, highly intelligent, gentlemanly, and more masculine than ten body-builders rolled into one. Women swooned and fainted at the sight of him. Yet, every relationship he had ever been in tended to be as short in its duration as it was catastrophic in its end. Yet, maybe there was hope. The Generalissimo had an old friend, the enigmatic Count JWolf, who had multiple wives and plenty of children, including older daughters who may be perfect for Jennings. The logical thing to do would be to ask. So, what's the Generalissimo did. He had his secretary call the Count and arrange for a secret meeting to take place in the Generalissimo's castle, as soon as possible.

Something strange happened to Count JWolf, he got a message from J.L.’s secretary. Wanting him at J.l.’s castle for a secret meeting. Maybe it is about something evil or I hope it is something important. said the Count to himself as he called to have a jet ready to leave in an hour. During that hour, he got dress and one of his new brides wanted to go to. So…like a gentleman, JWolf allowed his bride to come with him. Maybe he just wants to show her off, hell she is hot. Xing Cai (http://img116.imageshack.us/img116/1603/countessxingcai8pk.jpg), his new 27 year old bride and newly turned vampire, got dress and followed her powerful husband to the black and gray Ford GT in the drive.

He was in his normal stuff; dark blue shirt, black leather pants, a black leather duster, and his famous black cowboy hat. But she was wearing something biker’s girl would wear, something that show off her assets. She has leather duster with a hood over it.

After making it to the plane, she lowed the hood in safe of the plane and the plane enters the sky. Making it to RB, a black limo was waiting for them. After getting inside of it, the limo took off towards the Generalissimo's castle.

The iron gates opened wide, allowing the limo to enter. It sped down the meticulously paved roadway to the Generalissimo's massive, grand castle, where, waiting with a warm smile and an outstretched hand, was J.L. himself. "Count, old friend," he said, with extreme excitement. "How are you? And who is this gorgeous young woman?"

The Count had a huge smile across his face, he shook J.L. hand. "Fine, really fine." he said. He looked back as his new bride, his pretty Asian bride. “This is Generalissimo J.L., the one I told you about.” he said to her.

Xing stepped her forwards and out of the sun light, good thing she was wearing the hood and gloves on her skin. As long as the sun does not touch her skin, she does not become ash.

“I’m Xing Cai.” she said as she lowered her hood. Her English was good but you could it was not her first language. “Met her in China about six months ago.” said the Count. He wrapped his arm around her waist and asked “So…what did you want to talk about?"

The Generalissimo gave the Count a firm, powerful handshake, pumping his hand vigorously. "It is indeed a pleasure seeing you again, old friend," he said, a tear of nostalgia sliding down his cheek. He turned to Xing Cai, held her hand, and gently kissed it. "I am Generalissimo J.L. It is a privilege to meet you," he said. He winked at the Count. "It seems that, in addition to being one of my best friends, you are also a man with excellent taste in women. Hats off to you, my friend."

As he led them to the dining room, he explained the purpose of the invitation. "My JCS Chairman, Mr. Cody Jennings, is looking for a wife," J.L. explained. "And I was told that you have some older daughters, around his age...?"

The Count smiled as they walked to the dining room. “I do have two more brides, too.” he said out loud like he being cocky. “It is more fun with six brides then one, J.L.”

“So…he is having the same problems as your son. “ added the Count.

“Oh…Cody Jennings, I have heard of him.” said the Count. “He help take on those commies. Ain’t he like fifty or some age close to it? Around his age, no. Two of them, Hermione Saint Clair and Adrienne Saint Clair are almost 150 years older then him.”

“But there is no problem with age, I’m over 10,000 years old and married three new brides that range from 27 to 19 years old.” he added with a smile.

J.L. nodded. "Exactly. He's 50 years old, on the dot. Single, too." He sighed. "So, Count...could you help?"

“Sure, I always help out friends.” said the Count. “I will check with Hermione and Adrienne to see, if they want to go on a date with him.”

"Ah, thank you, Count," J.L. said, bowing to him. "Cody will be most pleased."

The Count whispered something in Xing Cai’s ear and hands her something. It was his black and chrome cell-phone. She head of to the next to make a couple of calls. “So…J.L., how everything at home?”

"Everything is fine. How go things in your nation?" the Generalissimo asked.

“Growing in size. Hunting down terrorist.” said the Count. “My forces ran into forces from the RALM a while back. They fucked with the wrong soldiers. The RALM forces fell into a couple of traps.” That is when Xing Cai came back in, “Hermione said she would be coming. She would have a Timber Wolf Inc. cargo plane ready, so she can take her car here.” she said.

“Okay, that give her between five to six hours for her to get here.” said the Count. He looked at J.L., “Got any fast cars?” he asked with a smile, one that only a crazy guy would do.

"I see," J.L. said, nodding attentively. When the Count was done, he said, "Yes, absolutely. I have a McLaren F-1, will that be fast enough?"

{OOC: Check TGs, please.}

“I drive those types of cars back at home.” said the Count. “Got any American muscle?”

{OOC: I'm not much of a car expert. Know any really fast American cars?}

OOC: Any American muscle cars, they have big and powerful engines.

Edit: Use this link = http://www.musclecars.net/topten.php?PHPSESSID=4286bd3d79c6f971dbaa35381fa96e82 (Pick one of those cars or two)

"Yes, I have a [insert name of car here]," the Generalissimo said. "Anyway, Count, I would be honored if you stayed here for dinner."

The Count looked at J.L., “You have a '70 Barracuda. Nice. What color?” he asked.

“I would eat but you forgot I don’t eat human food.” said the Count. “Never liked it. But I will stay for dinner, if you can get me some tiger’s blood or wolf’s blood.”

OOC: I inserted a name of a car there.

"That can be arranged," the Generalissimo said. He nodded to a servant, who left the room and returned a few minutes later dragging two tigers, one dead the other alive.

“Well, that is fine but…” started the Count as he looked at two tigers. “You could have put in bottle or a glass. And you don‘t have to kill them to get the blood.”

"All right," J.L. said, and drew a syringe. He obtained a blood sample from the tiger, and emptied the contents into a glass, which he handed to the Count. "Here you are."

JWolf took the glass and smelled of it first. Like wine tarter would do before he drank the wine. Then he took the drink of the blood, his eyes changed from hazel to hazel with red highlights as the blood touched his tongue. After he took a good sized drink, he handled over to Xing Cai. “Nicely aged.” said the Count.

As Xing Cai took her a good sized drink, her eyes changed to bright red color as the blood touched her tongue.

J.L. shuddered, ever so slightly. "So, um...how does it taste?" he asked, his voice unsteady.

“Taste it for yourself, J.L.” said the Count. “Maybe you will like it. Many humans drank blood before going into battle. I have fought by side most of them.”

“Some people say it is good for your health.” He added.

"Meh, why the hell not." J.L. tentatively tried a sip, and was blown away. "WHOOOOO! Damn, is this shit good!" He proceeded to drain the whole glass within seconds.

“Now, you can kill Shoobans ten times faster.” joked the Count.

"Excellent," the Generalissimo said, chuckling.

{OOC: I'm thinking of having the Generalissimo become a vampire. Is it possible to transform him without biting him?}

“I was joking about that, J.L.” said the Count. “But some do say that your live grows longer with every drink.”

OOC: Nope, biting is the only way. JWolf’s brides were bite but their marking are hidden. Not on the neck but somewhere only JWolf would see. If you catch what I’m trying to say.

“I was joking about that, J.L.” said the Count. “But some do say that your live grows longer with every drink.”

OOC: Nope, biting is the only way. JWolf’s brides were bite but their marking are hidden. Not on the neck but somewhere only JWolf would see. If you catch what I’m trying to say.

{OOC: I changed my mind about earlier. I would like J.L. to become a vampire. If he does become one, what effect will crosses, garlic, holy water, etc. have on him?}

"Interesting," the Generalissimo said.

OOC: I remember you changed your mind after I delete my post in that thread of yours. Then RB was taken from you. Crosses? Yes and no. The one will the cross have to have strong faith. Garlic? Hell no, one of the dumbest ideas ever. Holy water? Yes, priest of God blessed it. Sunlight? Yes because J.L. would be turned vampire not a true vampire like the Count. Anything.

IC: The Count and J.L. talked for hours, watching the sun disappear from the sky. The moon was raising now. A beauty moon at that. A bright full moon started to enter the sky. “I want to hunt. Got anything I can kill.” asked the Count. “And you can see why I married Xing.”

{OOC: Hm...I'll have to think about that.}

"Yes, I have plenty of things you could kill," the Generalissimo said. "Want to go hunting?"

“Sure.” said the Count. “That is why I ask.” He had dual Beretta 93R automatic pistols in hostler under his duster. Nice pistols for a hunt or just to take a lot of people out in one room.

Now Xing, on the other hand, had two short bladed swords. The swords were made in her native China, by a famous sword maker. They each have the same design, a dragon that runs down the blade. The handle was black with outlines of wolves in gold.

OOC: Okay, think all you want.

"Awesome blades, Xing," J.L. said, drawing his scimitar. He nodded curtly. "Count, old friend, are you ready to hunt?" J.L. mounted (not that way, you pervs) his white stallion, and led the way.

“You and that damn horse. How do you keep it clean?” asked the Count as he mounted a jet-black stallion. “Thank you, J.L.” said Xing about what he said about her blade. She mounted a horse that was like her husband’s horse.

J.L. chuckled. "Count, it ain't easy. Now, are you two ready for some hunting?"

Before either of them could answer, a full-grown, man-eating tiger emerged from the bushes, snarling menacingly.

“Oh…a pretty kitty cat.” said the Count as he leaped off his horse. No weapons in his hands or anything. The tiger leaped at him. In mid-air, they crashed in each other. As they hit the ground, the fight was on. “Watch this J.L.” said the Count.

J.L. winked and nudged Xing. "My money's on the Count," he said.

“You would be a rich man, if you had money on it.” said Xing as she watched her husband fight.

The tiger went up on it hind legs, the Count catch both front legs and pushing it off of him. JWolf kicked the tiger right in its head. That just pissed it off more. The tiger charged him this time, the Count tiger’s head and delivered a DDT on it. With the tiger somewhat dazed, the Count pick the dazed tiger up in a military press. In one move, the tiger went flying into a tree by tree.

“Broke it’s back.” said the Count as he got back on his horse.

The Generalissimo let out a long, low whistle of astonishment. "Count, you never cease to amaze me," he said, grinning from ear to ear.

“Well…just make sure you use everything of the tiger. Maybe have a tiger skin duster made for you.” said the Count.

J.L. chuckled. "An excellent idea, my friend."

{OOC: What time will the Count's daughter arrive?}

OOC: In four hours or less. You can jump it and I will post her arriving.

IC: “See, I’m a smart person some of the time.” said the Count.

{OOC: I have to go after this post, but you can RP her arriving now, if you'd like.}

IC:

"Some of the time? Count, you're a smart person all of the time!" the Generalissimo said.

OOC: Okay.

IC: “You don’t have to brown nose me, J.L. No friend of mine has to brown nose.” said the Count.

Four hours later….

The Count and Xing were sitting in J.L.’s den, drinking and laughing about the hunt.

At the airport….

A cargo plane with the marking of Timber Wolf Inc. just landed. Hermione Saint Clair (http://www.freewebs.com/thetransylvania/Hermione%20Saint%20Clair.JPG) was aboard of the plane in her famous red dress. Every time she killed somebody in the past, it was in that dress or a copy of it.

She got in her car, a cherry red 1976 Cobra II with Romania plates. She fired it up and speed out of the back of the cargo plane. It was heading towards J.L.’s castle as fast as she could.

J.L. craned his head. "Count, I believe your daughter is here."

“I bet she is.” said the Count. He looked out the window and saw a red cherry red muscle car flying up the driveway. She down shifted and made the car slide in an out parking space. Getting out, she make sure her panties could not be seen because of short dress. It stops right above her knees. She head inside and asked a servant “You know I can find my father, Count JWolf?”

"Lord JWolf is in the other room, milady. I shall bring you to him." The servant bowed, and led her to the room where the Generalissimo, Count JWolf, and Xing were.

Hermione followed this servant, who called her father Lord JWolf not Count JWolf. Big mistake, if he said to the Count.

"Here you are, milady," he said, leading her into the room.

Hermione walked into the room. “J.L., met my blonde hair blue eyed daughter.” said the Count. "Hermione Saint Clair."

"Pleased to meet you," he said, shaking her hand.

Cody's gonna love her, he thought, with a grin.

"You, too." said Hermione with a smile. "So...where is this Cody you want me to meet?"

A huge, hulking, brawny man, massive and overlaid with thick ropes of muscle, stomped into the room. "That'd be me," he said, in a very deep, booming voice.

Hermione turned around and looked at Cody. “Ain’t you a tall glass of water.“ she said with a laugh. “I am Princess Hermione Saint Clair.”

He chuckled. "W'll, ain't you th' purdiest thang I ev'r sawed," he said, shaking her hand. "M'name is Cody Jennings. Pleas'd ta meetcha."

“Same here.” She said. “You do know I’m a vampire, right?”

He nodded. "Ayuh. I ain't got nothin' wrong wid it. Can I innarest youse in a coupla beers?"

“Nope, not a beer person.” said Hermione. “But thanks for asking. What are we going to do the rest of the night before the sun comes up.”

"We c'n do anythin' you want, hunny," he said.

“This is your nation, not mine.” said Hermione. “I don’t know what RBian do for fun.”

"W'll, me personally, I like ta do me sum huntin'," he said.

{OOC: Even though he talks like he's stupid, he's really not. He just talks that way.}

“Hunting, sound fun.” said Hermione. “What are we going to hunt for?”

OOC: Oh…okay.

"Hmmm...anythang ya want," he said.

“Well….how about we hunt something that hunts for its food in the night?” she said. “Know of anything like that?”

"Leopards?" he suggested.

“That will work.” she said.

He grabbed his rifle. "Cool, let's go."

“Don’t need a gun.” she said as she followed behind Cody. She spotted a large axe next to the door. “But that will work.” Putting the axe over her right shoulder, she continued to follow Cody.

"Awright, let's go."

“Lead the way to the hunting grounds.” she said.

"Awrighty." He opened the back door and led her out into the still, humid night.

Hermione walked out of the back door, smelling of the fresh air. She scanned to grounds in front of her, listening to the sounds of the wildlife in the area.

Cody clutched his shotgun tight, as his eyes scanned the area. He stepped forward, silently, through thick vegetation. With one hand holding the gun, he parted the foliage with his other hand, and stepped into the shadows. As he did so, he heard an earth-shattering roar, and glimpsed the glittering eyes of a blood-thirsty tiger, ready to lunge for his throat.

But the tiger stopped in mid-air with an axe in its side. The tiger hit the ground, it still had a enough power to walk. Meaning it would attack Hermione, now.

A huge smile appeared her face, she pointed at the charging tiger. The earth shot up in front of the tiger. As the hit the wall of rock and dust, Hermione moved to get her axe back. Taking the axe out of the tiger’s side, she sent it to the neck of the tiger.

OOC: Her mutant powers: Generate raw seismic energy from her fingertips to disintegrate any form of inorganic matter or cause the earth to ripple and flow on her commands

Cody let out a long, low whistle. "Damn, you jes' fulla surprises, ain'tcha?"

“Can't help it, I’m mutant. Plus...that was the only surprise.” said Hermione. She licked the blood off of the axe.

"Heh, bein' a mutant mus' be purdy cool, eh?" he said, and chuckled. Another tiger lunged forward, uttering an atrocious, feral roar, before being brained by his shotgun.

“It is that.” said Hermione. She continued licking blood off of the axe.

Cody winced a little. "S-So, how's that blood tastin'?"

“Good.” she said. She almost laughed at his face. She heard a heartbeat coming fast behind him. “Watch out behind you.” she said.

He turned around, and saw a snarling tiger in his midst. The two locked eyes. The tiger tensed its back legs, ready to pounce. Cody took a slow, silent step back, and calmly, carefully aimed his gun at its forehead. At the exact split second that it pounced, he pulled the trigger, causing brain tissue to sprinkle to the ground like bloody confetti.

“Tigers are to easy to kill.” she said. “I want something bigger.” She spun the axe around and beheaded a near by Shooban.

He smiled. "The Generalissimo does have a special hunting range with genetically engineered dinosaurs. In fact, your father hunted with the Generalissimo there, once. If memory serves, that was when they first met."

“Yes, that is where the first meet.” she said. “But dinosaurs are a little to big. Maybe we can take a drive in tank?”

He chuckled. "It's a good thang th' Generalissimo's got a lot o' army barracks 'round 'ere, y'know, f'r p'rtection. We c'n borrow one o' those tanks."

“Nice.” she said. “Know where the nearest army barrack is at?”

He nodded. "Jus' a coupla miles yonder." He pointed in the opposite direction. "We c'n ride my motorcycle there. It'll take only a coupla minutes."

“Okay.” she said as the axe left her hands. The axe hit its target, a male Shooban head.

Cody laughed. "I see you like huntin' Shoobans. You an' me'll git along great, baby."

“It is not hunting.” she said. “It is called having fun. Plus…they are easy targets. Now, where is that motorcycle of yours at?”

He pointed. "Right there. Hop on."

Hermione looked at where he was pointing. She walked over to the bike. “You need to get on before I can get on.” she said.