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| Topic Started: Feb 3 2008, 09:16 PM (118 Views) | |
| Conn | Feb 3 2008, 09:16 PM Post #1 |
The Iron King
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Conn, the Iron King, Ulfiric of the Detroit Lupanar, was in a bad mood. It had been a trying day. He had awoken in the Lupanar to the sounds of a heated discussion that rapidly turned into a fist fight between packmates. Both had refused to back down and the whole thing had damn near ended in a fight to the death had Conn not taken immediate action and banged their heads together. Literally. One of them was still probably unconcious and the other was most likely sulking somewhere. In-fighting was always a tricky situation. Werewolves were such a proud people that they were bound to tread on each others toes. The worst part was, the problem wasn't even sorted. Sooner or later those two would fight it out good and proper and one would most likely die. Conn huffed out loud. Damn pups, he thought to himself. The day hadn't gone on well either. He been trapped under a thick layer of political chores, the kind he hated but would never really shirk, until he'd been interrupted. A pack wolf had been killed. Young Michael, barely 30. Conn had been trying to teach him how to use a bow the day before. Now he was dead, his body brought before the Iron King in the Lupanar. Vampire stink all over it. Now half the pack was clamouring for an all out war on vampires but Conn had quickly refused that idea. The vampires were many and their roots deep. The were not an unpowerful race and would make formidable opponents. No, Conn would not go to war unless the need was great. He would settle with the murderer's ashes, daubed on Michael's forever sleeping brow. He had told them he would handle the matter personally and he fully intended to. But he was too irritated right now. If he started his investigations like this he'd end up loosing his temper and messing things up. No Ulfiric could behave like that. He always had to do the right thing. It was like being trapped in a way. He felt the pressure of it almost daily. Time to relax alittle and unwind, to get away from the Pack and the Lupanar for a bit. So he had stomped around the streets for awhile until his feet had brought him here. It was not his kind of music but he didnt care. What he wanted at that moment was a drink. He strode to the bar, a giant bull of a many with long auburn hair, greying on his head and chin and a band of iron on his brow, the only symbol of his position he had not removed for this journey into the humans world. He wore a long brown coat with a white vest beneath it and some faded jeans. His favorite old pair of big black steel-toecaps adorned his feet. "Whiskey," he said to the barmaid. "And make it a large one." |
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| Deja | Feb 4 2008, 02:42 PM Post #2 |
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"Make two while your there." Deja called out as she packed herself in against the bar next to the guy who had ordered exactly what she wanted at that time. Deja seemed a little out of breath which was par for the course. She had just exerted more then a little adrenaline just making her way to the club at all. She had wanted to come here tonight to see if she could test out some of her new concotion but before she had even fully crossed into Anarchisten territory she had been put to a challenge. Fortunatly it had only been one loner, trying to make himself seem like a big guy attacking a lone woman. Deja had shown him what for. Especially after he realized he couldn't bespell her with his eyes. But one kill was not what Deja had ventured out for tonight. No she needed to put her newest weapon to the test. And what better place then a club full of vampires. Now all she needed to do was add her concotion to her drink. Liquid courage (the whiskey) + Liquid Strength / immunity = One kick ass Hunter. Deja pulled a 20$ bill from her cleavage and handed it to the barmaid as she returned with the two whiskeys. The amulet around Deja's throat seemed to be flickering between purple and green. There were many different creatures of the night packed into the club. And her amulet was getting a work out trying to decide what type was closest though it kept going back to green more then purple. The color of earth, or lycans. Deja glanced at the bearded man beside her deciding he was the cause of the most steadiest color. Good thing. She wouldn't want to take him on in a fight. Deja pushed two bucks at the barmaid when she returned with her change, shoving the rest back into her cleavage. She then tried to discretly uncork the vial that hung from a charm bracelet around her left wrist. Adding the potion, which contained faey blood, to the whiskey set on the bar as discreetly as possible stirring it with a pinky finger once she was done. She raised her glass to her fellow whisky drinker. "Salute" She said. |
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| Conn | Feb 6 2008, 04:26 PM Post #3 |
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Conn nodded at the woman's toast and knocked his whiskey back with ease. "My thanks," he grunted, knowing he should be acting with much more grace than he was but unable to do anything to change his demeanour. He should be all smiles and handshakes, a good example for the werewolf people, but he could not bring himself to be. Not after the day he'd had. Who was this woman then? Her scent was human enough but there were tell-tale traces of something else. Magic perhaps? He had seen her add something from a vial to her drink, subtle though she had been. The contents had certainly had a strong magical smell. A witch? An alchemist? It didn't much matter. She had an air of aggression about her, the stance of a confident predator, but he didn't think he was the prey here. It could be interesting to find out who was though. Perhaps she was some kind of mercenary or assassin? Conn had met enough of those types of people before. Only time would tell if she was the same. |
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| Deja | Feb 6 2008, 05:11 PM Post #4 |
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Deja didn't really notice his demeanor or behavior. She was too busy thinking ahead and hoping she could trap some unruly anarchisten to cross the line and test out her new weapon. She smiled politely as he chugged back his whole drink in one. She chinked her glass against his empty one as he brought it back down and did the same with hers. She hissed at the burn of alchohol down her throat. She placed her glass back on the bar and turned to face out at the group on the dance floor. Bodies throbbing together, seemingly bouncing of each other. She watched as the colored lights that bounced around the room became more vibrant and bright. AS the spell she had wrought, to take on the traits of that whose blood she drank. Colors were suddenly more vibrant. Deja smiled knowing that there was a change happening. Now to test it further... and see how long her small dose lasted. She cracked her knuckles and headed into the throng. Searching for prey by acting like prey. She made sure her neck was exposed as she 'danced' acted a little drunk. And expertly kept her weapons hid beneath her long leather jacket. It too seemed to mesh in with the crowd of goths and punks around her. Soon enough she felt someone come up behind her. A hand grabbed her and spun her around. She smiled. "You offering ...?" An middle aged vamp in black asked. Deja laughed and twisted her arm out of his grasp. Acting as if she didn't hear him she moved away. Hopefully inciting him further. Sure enough she was grabbed and pressed and moved against a wall. 'trapped' between his arms. "I asked you a question?" Deja didn't answer just ducked and laughed under his arm and started to head away and towards the exit. Best to do it outside not in the middle of a club... Sure enough the vamp was following her. But he also picked up two friends along the way as Deja hit the stairs to head out of the club.... (ooc:Ok I'll get out of your thread now sorry.) |
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| Rose | Feb 6 2008, 05:12 PM Post #5 |
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every life is another pay cheque
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It had been a long time since he'd been back to the city of detroit. His work had taken him away from detroit and even out of state for the last few years, but his latest contract had brught him back here. He may have felt the twinge of sentimentality had the city not changed so much from his childhood visits here. Now here he was renting an apartment in the center exploring the city, scoping out the public scenes and haunts. He had already checked out a few bars, tonight had brought him to the empty steel shell converted to a bustling social hotspot. He walked into the club and smirked, this club was much more in keeping to his tastes, this was one he'd actually pick for a night out if he had them. He navigated his way through the mass of bodies that moved as one on the dance floor, the natural rythmn guiding him to the edge by the bar. Resting his back and elbows on the bar he looked over to the bartender "Double vodka with lemonade topped up with lime please" He called out as the bartender nodded and moved off to pour his drink. While his drink was made up he scanned the gathering of people either side of him the most noticable being the hulking figure to his left. He scanned the form. very imposing, before turning to pick up his drink and pay for it. |
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| Conn | Feb 6 2008, 05:37 PM Post #6 |
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Conn watched as the woman worked her way through the crowded dancefloor. It was obvious the game she was playing now. How could any vampire be stupid enough to fall for it? She was the venus flytrap, open and fragrant for its prey. And it wasnt long before a candidate arrived. He could tell by the way she had been at the bar, that vibe of confidence she seemed to emit, that she had the situation under control as he headed for the exit, followed by one vamp and stalked by two others. Had she been a normal human, he may well have followed her outside and kept an eye on things. That would have been a dangerous move, stopping suck-heads feeding on their own turf, and one liable to have serious ramifications but he was in a bad mood and he had no taste for the way they played with their prey. But this woman could probably take care of herself. Even so, he was curious what purpose a witch would have for luring a vampire in that way. He had little experience of non-werewolf magic and it would be a shame to waste an opportunity to learn. Conn pushed himself off the bar and carefully followed the last vampire through the door, making sure he gave the leech enough time to move away before he crept through. (OCC: I'm sorry if I made you feel unwelcome in the thread. I didn't mean to. My post was short because I just didnt know what to say) |
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| Deja | Feb 8 2008, 01:48 AM Post #7 |
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Deja walked back into the club, her hand around the amulet at her throat, trying to hide her sudden nervousness. Eyes scanned through the crowds. Changing directions when the amulet went cold in her grip. Following it through the club she found herself heading towards the large, intimidating, and ok handsome, lycanthrope who shared her affinity with whiskey. She made her way towards him. Moving through crowds to move beside him. Back at the bar. She didn't look at him as she spoke. Being Lycan she was sure he could hear her. "Should I be worried about you spreading what you just saw to those who would have my head for it?" She asked. Her hands shoved into the pocket of her jacket, holding it closed before herself. Her shoulders shrugged slightly giving a slightly vulnerable look to her. She didn't realize that she had had more then one on looker. If she had she would have been cursing herself even more then she already was. |
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| Conn | Feb 8 2008, 03:44 AM Post #8 |
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Conn turned his head and looked at her silently for a few minutes. So she had followed him back here. Or she only been lucky and guessed he'd return to this place? Perhaps some sort of tracking spell? It didnt really matter. It was true she had some formidable skills but he wasn't worried. She was a child to him. She appeared to be trying to look vulnerable but he had seen what she could do. What was this then? Trying to use her looks on him or something? After a long time simply looking at her with his hard green eyes he spoke. "I don't report to anyone but my Pack and my people," he said. His voice was deep and firm and he severely hoped she wasn't going to try and challenge him. Though its true he was in a slightly aggressive mood after todays events and watching the combat had stirred his old warrior blood alitte, he did not want to finish his night by pounding on some young woman. He turned back to the bar and knocked back another whiskey. |
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| Rose | Feb 8 2008, 07:40 AM Post #9 |
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Having made his way back to the bar, now at the other side to avoid raising suspition in the two he had been watching, he returned to scanning the inside of the building. His eyes were scanning the building for entrances, exits and places to slip around unnoticed. He brought his eyes back to the two at the bar and the sound of the mans voice renforced the idea of authority though what was said he couldnt hear. His keen eyes however has noted that the girl had managed to draw even more attention, attention this time she seemed unaware of. He couldn't still be here if trouble erupted, though he wished to see what fight the man had in him. Maybe best to play the innocent bystander and leave in the mad rush that was inevitable if fighting broke out. For now he simply watched unnoticed at the bar as another partier he tapped the bar and asked for another drink a smirk on his lips at how easy it was to be invisible while in plain sight. |
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| Deja | Feb 8 2008, 08:48 AM Post #10 |
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Deja looked at him as he spoke. Taking in his deep voice. *Wolf then* She confirmed in her head as he spoke of his pack. By the sound of authority in his voice she also guessed he held some position in the local pack. From what she had learned in her time in this city so far the wolves didn't have much to do with any of the vampire clans. His voice was deep and powerful and could be intoxicating if she let herself be just a girl for a moment. "Right... good." Was all Deja said. She looked him up and down for a moment contemplating giving him her card. She took a step away. Then turned back She slid her card on the bar in front of him. No name, title or address just a number. "You know how I work." She simply said then headed off to dissapear into the crowd and get out of this place before she brewed more trouble. |
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| Conn | Feb 9 2008, 06:22 PM Post #11 |
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The Iron King
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He made himself less intimidated without actually moving a muscle. It was to do with that animal vibe people could send out. She was not about to cause trouble with him after all then. He had taken her words earlier as an attempt at a threat but now he saw it as just plain worry. Another day he might have bought her a drink and passed comment about her skills but not today. He couldn't bring himself to. He looked down at the card she had put in front of him. A telephone number lay there, that was all. Was she a mercenary then? An assassin? It didnt seem that she had targetted those vampires on purpose, not unless she had been very clever about fore-planning. He put it out of his mind; a mystery for another time, if ever. He did not intend to call the number. Werewolves fought their own battles and had no need for such people as supernatural mercenaries. All the same he pocketed the card in his long brown coat, making a mental note to add it to his accursed mobile telephone later. While he could not envision a situation where he would require her combat skills, her knowledge of magic and prowess in that field could come in handy. He had no Thurge, no shaman in his Pack at present and while he could manipulate some of the power of the Lupanar, his magic abilties outside of its hallowed soil were next to none. It could be useful to have an expert within reach. Conn ordered another drink and turned around to look into the crowd. He had that unnerving feeling that he was being watched and, he reflected, he probably was. A lot of supernaturals knew who he was after all. There were no nights off from being Ulfiric. And that reminded him of his other duty; the promise he had made that he would find young Michael's killer. Perhaps he would begin tonight after all. He took a sip of whiskey and considered the possibilities. |
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| Deja | Feb 24 2008, 10:17 PM Post #12 |
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Deja disappeared into the crowd but she watched the man as she made her exit. Her eyes scrutinized, it was to risky to try a spell here in the crowded club, an overt one at that, so he would remain a further mystery to him. But there was something about him, something that set her sixth sense a tingle. Obviously there was something that would come up in the future that would connect them. She would remember him. There was nothing more she could do tonight. She finally turned as she was out of the room and headed down the stairs and into the dark night. She walked with purpose, making it known to any who watched her that she was not easy timid prey. No Deja was a force, a predator, though her shell was human, she may have lost her humanity years ago... |
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