Melanthe frowned lightly at Lucien's words, she couldn't quite believe his words. "He would hurt other hybrids?" she mumbled softly to herself.. She had no clue who this Tobias was, though she could tell Lucien cared about him. Then she saw the shotgun raised from the corner of her eye and looked up towards Arkamund, he was a little too late. Though it was somewhat unnecessary for him to do so, she just smiled slightly and brought up her hand to rest upon his as he lowered it. "I'm okay.."

/// Tommy Cobb \\\

"No one here sire."

"Son of a bitch." Tommy swore. The team came back out as Tommy was sheathing his weapons and climbing into the SUV. He was in a sour mood now. There had to have been more than that one foolish thing. He told the driver to go back to the club. Before they got there though news came though Tommy's comm.

"Uhm, sir," the voice came into Tommy's ear "Red's dead, sir."

Tommy just stared for a bit and ground his teeth before cuffing the driver and chewing him out over how slow he was going. The man put the pedal down and the screeched around slower vehicles. They pulled into the garage and Tommy was out of the SUV while it was still rolling to a stop. He stormed to the elevator and stood boring a hole through the doors with his eyes as it rose. He was through the doors as soon as they opened and striding through the guard offices toward his own. Tommy's fingers worked his earpiece.

"Black Devils, my office, now."

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Scotty Chaplin - Following Protocol

Scotty nodded as Nervo relayed the instructions over the phone. It seemed that the unexpected girl had a legitimate reason to be here. Scotty then grimaced at the memory Nervo had just brought up.
"Don't worry, Sir. It won't happen again".

With that he ended the call and slid the phone back into his pocket. He then opened the door, stepped out and locked the car before turning to face the girl. He loomed over her as he stepped to the side.

"Nervo wishes to inform you that the plans involving accommodation have changed. Do not worry as everything will be explained once we enter the apartment. I am Nervo's driver and I will escort you upstairs. You may call me Scott".
Scotty said the word "driver" with a slight smirk before finishing up his message.
He gestured for Ginette to follow him as he fiddled around for the gate key that Nervo had given him for days like this.
He watched her with an icy cold stare as he pulled the key from inside his jacket.

Monk

Monk reluctantly let Samantha take his staff from him, thankful to have his arm free but also a little unhappy that he wasn't holding on to it any more. It was rare that Monk didn't have his staff on hand or near enough that he could retrieve it quickly. He felt more than a little wary now that it wasn't nearby anymore. He took this time to sip at his tea, now starting to cool down. He sat quietly, listening to his environment, reaching towards his calm center. His attempts were cut short though as he heard the sounds of a stumble and objects falling over. Cacophony of noises gave him cause to raise a quizzical eyebrow, though the gesture was mostly hidden. Monk felt a tinge of panic course through his body when Samantha had mentioned taking off his hat. His body visibly stiffened up as his muscles tensed. He knew that if he took off his hat, it would almost certain that his hostess would notice his ears. Drawing on his focus, Monk strained to keep his voice from stammering, "N-no Miss Sam, if it is not too much trouble, I'd rather keep my hat on." He hoped that Samantha would not press the issue, doing so would put him in a rather difficult position. If she did, he would be forced to acquiesce to keep the situation from getting out of hand.

Thankfully, Samantha appeared to have changed the subject, inquiring first about music and then about his vision. The second request had taken him aback, almost no one had ever asked him about his vision. The question gave him pause and he quickly answered the first one before he lost himself to his memories. "Music?" He stated as more of a clarification to himself that he had heard right. "Right, music. I would not mind either way, Miss Sam. But if you wish to play some, please do not mind me." Monk spoke in hushed tone, starting to fade back into older memories, most of them rather painful for him to relive. In an almost dreamlike manner, Monk recounted a select portion of his past, heavily editing his retelling so he did not arise any suspicions of him being a hybrid. "I...I was not always like this. I was born with normal vision." Monk brought his fingers gently up to his eyes once more, pausing his story as he touched his closed eyes through his blindfold. He recalled the last sight he ever saw, the glinting blade descending down on him. After a moment, he spoke again, his voice gentle and quiet, "When I was young, my vision was robbed of me. Since that day, I have been unable to see." As he spoke, Monk had placed his tea down in front of him and had started to reach behind his head to undo the bandages that acted as a blindfold, momentarily forgetting that he was in the presence of someone else. As his hands touched the bindings to release them, he realized what he was doing and quickly brought his hands back down onto his lap. He silently scolded himself for being so careless. Monk had been without personal company for so long that he became sloppy and let his guard down too easily.

Monk's face was completely neutral, devoid of any smile but also missing any frown or grimace. If was not often that someone would ask Monk to share about his past and he usually avoided divulging too many details. Monk figured that if he continued like this, he would fail to catch himself eventually. To remedy this, he decided to turn the focus back towards his hostess, "Miss Sam, who are you?" Monk wasn't one for such blunt and direct inquiries but he was being pushed into an uncomfortable situation.

Samantha Waterson: Music and Past

She smiled as she played some soft music she liked, hoping he would like it too. She watched him as he spoke and payed close attention to his blindfold. His question was a little unexpected but she already knew what to say. "I'm just a farm girl who came to the city for a better life." she said, plopping on the couch next to him. "I didn't really like living on the farm and, so far, city life has been better. Had to leave because mom found me threatening her new boyfriend. I will never get how someone could like hybrids." She purposefully neglected to tell him she was one, and that she had began to think he was one. She shrugged it off and laid back, listening to the music. "Do you like the song?"

[Song - Subdigitals - Angel of Mine]

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They taped over your mouth, scribbled out the truth with their lies, you little spies - You will release your life, joining with the god-damned world of the dead and the lonely. - Я сошла с ума, Mне нужна она
Innuendo Squad's Resident Lesbian
Usstan hull'phir j'nesstren, siyo, drill dos orn'la naut kampi'un tangis' ka dos orn'la xo'al ulu vok.<(Drow)-(Russian)>Я предпочитаю женщин, да, но вы не поймете, даже если вы попытались бы слушать.

The beautiful Moira

Moira followed Jeff quickly, gasping when she saw Rune. "Oh no! Rune! I tried and follow Chame, but he got him into a car and he was faster than me... I only know what direction he went..." She patted Rune's back soothingly. "I... I don't know where the others are... I didn't even think... Oh jeez... Jeff, will you help us look? We had a group together, and I know Chame is gone but we had other people too..." Moira turned and hugged Rune tightly "Now don't think like that sweetie, it wasn't your fault that this happened. The guy who got him was at the cafe too and it's not your fault at all, so calm down."

The Mongrel "Jackson"

Jackson wandered around aimlessly, humming to himself. "Dahdeedoo. Wish I had somethin' to do." Jackson spun in place and sat down, looking at Nervo as he put Namid's 'new' clothes in the bathroom. He had heard at least two calls happen, and he had caught the fact that Scott was coming upstairs. The name wasn't especially familiar to him, but Jackson always knew faces so much better than he knew names. Jackson sat back casually and yawned, waiting for anything to happen.

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Fenix13: Remember this well Gareth: With great power... comes hot bitches.

Garethcool: I WILL BECOME YOUR MANSLAVE.
Sam4books: That's the plan ;D

~Jeff - Feeling like a third wheel~

Jeff's earlier question was answered rather quickly when the boy jumped at Moira. They apparently did know each other and even so, something bad had happened shortly before he got there, he was worried about that. He used the time Moira was apologizing to try and back out of the situation, not wanting to get involved any further. He was stopped though, when Moira asked him to help. 'So close, yet so far away. I was rather hoping to not get involved with anything like this for at least a week.' he thought to himself.

Jeff even contemplated just saying no, but the promice of a free meal ate away at him, he couldn't pass up an opportunity that comes along once every few months. He sighed, and then responded to them. "Don't know how much help I'll be, but ok. I'll help you look at least for a little while." he said as he somewhat regreted his decision. Hopefully they'd look for a few hours and then take a break for lunch at least. "So, what exactly happened?" he asked them. Jeff was trying to get an idea of what exactly went on. It seemed pretty bad for them to react like this.

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Fenix13 : Cheesemore if you get any more awesome this thread is gonna explo- WHAT THE FFFUUUUUUUUUUU- *Everybody dies*
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Monk

Monk shied away slightly when he felt Samantha sit down on the couch, still uncomfortable with a person so close to him. He listened with some distress to Samantha's response, taking careful note of her last statement about hybrids. Monk realized that Samantha was heavily implying that her mother had a relationship with a hybrid. Considering her opinions about hybrids and her apparent living conditions, he surmised that she was just a human. That fact made the notion of her mother finding love with a hybrid very interesting. Then again... Monk mused to himself, There really isn't much nowadays that doesn't come as a surprise. Fairly certain that his host was indeed a human and definitely did not sympathize with hybrids, Monk knew that he would have to keep a tighter focus and make sure not to reveal himself by accident. As if a spark of insight had suddenly revealed itself, Monk had a sudden thought, Perhaps I can help this one to understand the plight of so many hybrids. If not, maybe I can at least help her to understand. Someday, understanding may blossom into a new point of view.

With all of Monk's musings, he had almost missed Samantha's question about his opinion on the music. "It is quite lovely, Miss Sam" His response, though polite was somewhat halfhearted and automatic, as his mind was on other matters. "Please forgive me Miss Sam, but I cannot help but notice your opinions on hybrids. Are they really that reprehensible to you?" Monk did not want to start an argument so he kept his wording careful and polite. He did not want to risk any more suspicion nor did he want to test the limits of his luck. Fortunes must have been smiling on him today that Samantha had apparently not realized just what he really was. He feared what she would do if she forced him to reveal his identity .

Samantha Waterson: Hybrid Talk

"Repre... what?" she asked, looking at her. "Monk, I don't understand big words." She laughed a little at herself before reaching to grab a couple more of the berries. She closed her eyes and listened to the man explain what he meant and to the music that was about to change songs. Once the music switched, she looked at him with a smile. "Do you dance?"

[Song - Subdigitals - Breakaway]

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They taped over your mouth, scribbled out the truth with their lies, you little spies - You will release your life, joining with the god-damned world of the dead and the lonely. - Я сошла с ума, Mне нужна она
Innuendo Squad's Resident Lesbian
Usstan hull'phir j'nesstren, siyo, drill dos orn'la naut kampi'un tangis' ka dos orn'la xo'al ulu vok.<(Drow)-(Russian)>Я предпочитаю женщин, да, но вы не поймете, даже если вы попытались бы слушать.

// Tommy Cobb \\

When the Black Devils arrived Tommy was leaning back against his desk, arms crossed. His usual glare paled in comparison to the one he wore now. The Devil's fell into ranks. The large man rose and began to pace amongst them.

"So, I heard some disturbing news," he growled, pausing to look into the face of one man before continuing his circuit "I'm sure you all know what I'm talking about." some feet shifted awkwardly. "So who wants to tell me how the FUCK, the happened? Why the FUCK was he by himself and where the hell is he now?"

Tommy was back to his desk now, arms crossed, eyes ablaze. None of the men held his gaze for long.

"By that silence I'll assume you don't bloody know where he is. If that's the case you bastards better be out of here before I can reach my maul over there." As he finished talking he rose slowly, but the Devils were already half clamouring over each other to get to the door.

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((things are still being planned, what is in this post is meant to not interfere with things others have already done, I'm flexible :V ))

//Jerry Red max - Rude Revival\\

--Elsewhere--


A man dialed a rotary phone number. He wasn't....well you could say happy, but he wasn't sad either. He was excited, that was the word. Filled to the brim with a giddiness a chess-player gets after he knows how to check-mate. Sure...he could admit this plan had been rushed a bit at first, however keeping it a secret to all but himself and another (who was now dead) had worked out extremely well for himself. Even fooling his best-friend. Not to mention everyone fucking else in the business. Now he would have the element of surprise in any of his ventures, so long as his "death" was real. No one would really suspect.....he mused he'd be able to also fool that one women, with the eyes towards him. He'd love to see the look on her face when she found out he was alive and had been planning this all along (well hastily along) Not to mention his enemies. He was surprised though, to say the least. This new guy...whatever he was, had jumped at the opportunity to know Red was dead, seizing his property and some assets. Of course now that he was exposed, this only meant that the man knew which Snake-head on the Hydra to cut off.



Red dialed away...with an excitedly giant smile on his face, as he sat in the darkness of a safehouse, in one of the more impoverished parts of the city. In a disguise of sorts, no familiar hat, and suit. Just normal business attire, his head combed neatly with, his shades just being simple spectacles, his tie was a black, perhaps the only indication of his taste at all.




--Tommy's Office--

*RING* *ring *RING* *ring*

In Tommy's office, the phone on the desk suddenly begins ringing again. Making everyone, pause. The Black Devils all turned to face Tommy again, looking to each other. Another phone-call after learning about Red's death....probably meant more information had been found and was going to be told to Tommy. Whatever it is would probably be very important, no one calls Tommy twice to say the same thing, or anything of lesser value, specially not if their boss's death had just occurred. The phone continues ringing, waiting on Tommy to pick it up it's loud sound drubbing against everyone's ears as they watched on, as their own boss, Tommy would react. What the call meant no one would know until it was picked up, in more then one case many just assumed it was more bad news to add to the first line of bad news. Things never usually looked up much on certain subjects, most thought this was one of them.

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*WHAT I THOUGHT I'D DO WAS PRETEND I WAS ONE OF THOSE DEAF-MUTES*

Jeremy Cornwall

Lunecious. CEO of Pandem Industrial. He'd not personally met the man, but he knew him by reputation and of course, due to his companies success, they were a sound investment that he'd recommended many times. A mysterious man for sure. He stayed out of the public light. Picking up his phone, he dialed a number for Pandem Industrial. Navigating his way through the Audio menus, he was able to speak with an actual person.

"Hello, how may I help you?"

"Hello sir, my name is Jeremy Cornwall of Cornwall Investing. I am calling hoping I could reach Lunecious, as he has recently acquired the company of a client of mine and I was hoping to talk to him about the details of the transaction as well as other business matters, if that would not be too much a problem."

"Well sir, we do not generally allow people to just call the CEO for such a vague reason. He acquires companies almost everyday practically, so I am not sure I can help you unless you could be more specific of the company..."

"The company was run by one Jerry Max. More commonly known as Red Max. Now I think your boss may want to talk with me regarding that which he has recently acquired."

The name Red Max always struck fear, even now after his death. The man on the other line stuttered before continuing. "Uh...uh... yes of course sir, let me just transfer you to him directly... uh... okay sir I am transferring you now."

The phone began ringing as he was transferred to Lunecious directly.

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Music played through a pair of earphones, its beats, tune and rythm being the only things that kept him entertained. He was standing inside a HRT passenger railcar, with the seats full of people starting their days in a busy rush to work. There was a man, he noticed, small and appearing inconspicuous with his dark clothes working his fingers for a wallet or two. He smiled, appearing somewhat sinister, under the cover of his furred hood as the pickpocket reached for his ticket to a good breakfast. Within a second after his fingertips wrapped around the leather, the passengers felt something out of place, a gentle breeze of wind. It was like something had just been swung through the air, blowing it to them in effect. Taking no notice to it, the pickpocket continued to carefully lift out his reward.

Crack.

The sound alerted a few, including the pickpocket himself, and they turned reflexively to see the source. To their surprise, a large, deep scratch had formed on one of the nearby windows. The scar was precise, like the cut of a blade. The pickpocket was so curious about it that he had forgotten about what he was doing and as a result, carelessly shifted his hands sneaking around his target's pocket. The pickpocket ran out the instant he recieved his chance, followed by an angry businessman who pointed his umbrella at him threateningly as he gave chase. Others followed in pursuit too, some out of a sense of justice and others mere intrigue. The last out to walk out of the railcars was a young man around his early twenties, dressed handsomely in a simple attire consisting of only black for color.

The man was none other than Ezekiel Pierce, informant by profession and madman by diagnosis.

He giggled like a child as he walked out onto the platform, new cities were always so exciting. When he had finally calmed down, attracting many eyes in the process, he walked at a slow, steady pace with his belongings in a small, black valise in hand. Some could have sworn hearing his mad giggling again as he walked out into the streets and faded from existence.

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Captain of Innuendo Strike Forces & Founder of Innuendo Striking Technique

Kala Porter – Lune’s Room – Confusion and wishing

Kala frowned a little, she couldn’t bandage Mattie? I’m sorry, she said, her slender but strong hands clipping the manacles onto her friend. You’re gonna have to hurt just a little longer.
She straightened her skirt as she pressed a quick, comforting kiss to her head. It’s alright though, I’ll be right here, she whispered as she stood up, realizing that she had lost one of her shoes somewhere. She positioned herself so she was standing beside Mattie’s head, and laid her hand upon the curly dark tresses

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You... you really don't get it... do you? I... I love him... I'd die with him. Or for him. That's what you do... how you feel when you love someone. - Impulse

Monk

Monk got the feeling that Samantha was trying to change the subject. "In simple terms it means you don't like them." He knew that talk of hybrids was often a touchy subject and he could understand if someone would attempt to avoid conversation about them. However, he felt that something was amiss about Samantha, something that he couldn't put his finger on. Before he could press the subject, Samantha had asked about his dancing ability. To tell the truth, Monk never had an opportunity to learn how to dance. His early life of being someone else's property afforded him little time to learn and there was no opportunity for him once he had grown older. He decided to quickly humor his hostess before steering the conversation back to Samantha. "Well Miss Sam, I never learned how to dance. There were extenuating circumstances regarding my youth that prevented me from learning. " His head had been hanging low when he spoke, revisiting more uncomfortable memories. Monk gathered himself back with a light sigh and allowed the conviction to well up within him once more. His head lifted and he turned to face where Samantha's voice was coming from, his countenance polite but stern. For the moment, the awkward inner Monk was banished and replaced with the one that people see on the outside. He let his own need to know fuel his conviction and push his discomforts away. His voice came forth even and quiet, but strong. "Miss Sam, I do not mean to pry but please tell me about your opinions on hybrids." He had no intentions of starting an argument but he wanted to know what Samantha's true feelings were. He was not convinced that she was beyond the point of reason and there was something about her that kept nagging at the back of Monk's mind, something that would not let him allow the conversation to slip away.

Samantha Waterson: Dance

She had stood and began dancing, having a little fun, glad Monk was blind for she was not a good dancer. She froze as he spoke. "Hybrids," she sighed, "are creatures that would kill us first chance they got. If we hadn't enslaved them like we have, we would be dead. I say we should kill them all." She was getting angry and the feathers on her back began to stand on end. With a sigh, she calmed herself. She didn't want to get into a fit of rage in front of a guest. "And you?" she asked with a wide smile, hoping to gather a similar response.

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They taped over your mouth, scribbled out the truth with their lies, you little spies - You will release your life, joining with the god-damned world of the dead and the lonely. - Я сошла с ума, Mне нужна она
Innuendo Squad's Resident Lesbian
Usstan hull'phir j'nesstren, siyo, drill dos orn'la naut kampi'un tangis' ka dos orn'la xo'al ulu vok.<(Drow)-(Russian)>Я предпочитаю женщин, да, но вы не поймете, даже если вы попытались бы слушать.

Namid - On friends, foes and things in between

With the help of Paige, Namid managed to get out of the bath. It was a tad weird, being washed by someone younger, but Namid was grateful. It would've been difficult to clean wounds like these without the proper... tools, for the lack of a better word. Strange soft cloths and squishy... things. And that wasn't the only thing that was so odd. Her hair smelled so weird now, a nice smell, but also rather strong. It was pretty clear that these people had long lost the ability to hunt, this smell would've given them away to animals from miles away. Thankfully humans lacked the keen smell like animals, so that wouldn't be a problem.

She took the shirt Paige offered slightly bewildered, it was the first time someone had given her something after all. It was too small and fit her perhaps a bit too tight, but Namid still wore it. With a smile to add. "Thank you." she mumbled soft enough for Paige to miss it. The fabric was itchy to her wounds though and she would've preferred to stay naked.

But just as she thought that, the man called Nervo spoke from outside the room. He spoke a bit odd, not like he did to the others. Was he trying to compensate for her lack of understanding? He wasn't doing a really good job at it though, but judging from the pieces of clothing he had brought, it wasn't that difficult to understand.

Namid took the pieces of clothing and put them on, pulling the shirt that Nervo had brought over the shirt Paige had given her, creating a rather amusing combination. While Paige's shirt had been small, Nervo's shirt was too wide, hanging loosely around her frame. Namid flapped with the long sleeves a few times, before pulling them upwards. The pants only barely stayed up, needing the constant care of her pulling them back up.

"Okay, Ready!" She said with a horrible imitation of the local accent she had heard. But was she really ready? For what exactly? She still had absolutely no clue what was happening here.

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{Vil'Lainous, Office Suite}

The large, mechanical shackles remained immobile and quite useless as anything but heavy objects to keep Matilda's arms pinned down. At least, they did for nearly half a minute before Lune stood up and walked over. He extended his right index finger, pressing the small button on the side of both restraints, turning them on. Immediately, a set of thin razors sprang up from the concave rings on the insides of the shackles, slowly turning to slice rings of crimson just barely through Matilda's wrists. Not enough to severely damage too much tissue, but enough to continue pressuring her nerves as they spun over her skin.

Lunecious came back before they would notice he had walked away, dragging his double along. He pushed the copy of himself on top of Mattie, forcing the hungry creature to lean down and begin licking at the blood that puddled onto the bed sheets under Mattie's wrists. "Kala, thank you for obeying and helping to punish your friend." Lunecious stated with a thin, wide smile. "I hate it so when a slave doesn't understand their place..." He then looked over at his double, his smile turning more ravenous as his eyes went wide with a momentary primal urging.

Lune reached forward, one hand gripping the double's long hair in a tight grip. For a brief moment, the copy had a serene smile o his face. He knew what would come and would enjoy the fun to be had while atop the bleeding girl below his body. Unfortunately, he was just completely wrong. Lune move his hands forward after yanking the double's head up by his hair. One hand pried into his mouth and began pulling down, the other pushed a pair of fingers up his nostrils while pulling up. The double couldn't resist as the shock of the moment override his thoughts, soon overwhelmed by the slow tearing of flesh around his nose as Lune tore and broke the nasal passages in several ways. Finally, the lower jaw was snapped wide open as it became unhinged with a loud crack. Lunecious pushed the marred copy down, pressing the wide mouth down over Mattie's face, forcing the only semblance of a kiss that was now possible between the two.

"I can, and WILL do what I please with all of my properties... Keep that in mind, Little Shit." He suddenly snapped the double's neck, quickly finishing off the scarred and moaning hybrid's short life.

Lunecious then remained by the bed, staring down at Matilda, his eyes gazing so deeply at the girl that he might as well be peering into her soul. One of the guards began walking over to the bar, reaching behind it to pick up the ringing phone. Lune's lips parted, his white teeth flashing within his hungry smile. He began to draw in closer to Matilda, one hand brushing up her waist while he continued staring at her with his hungry gaze. The fact of his hunger was easily reassured by the sound of his rumbling stomach. He seemed to want his pound of flesh in a very literal form...

"Um, boss... There's a call for you."

Lune froze up as his smile instantly vanished. The man continued. "They say it's from a Jeremy Cornwall of Cornwall Investing." Lune's widened, furious, frantic eyes began to dart back and forth while he was still leaned down close to Matilda. Most likely the monster was thinking of what way he most wanted to kill the interruption to his would-be meal. But in an instant, his eyes were calm and much smaller. His back straightened and he turned, looking at the guard.

"Cornwall... I have heard that name before..." Lunecious puzzled while walking over to the phone and taking it in hand. He softly smiled, becoming the absolute image of business etiquette. Anyone who might walk in just then would have never believed the man was seconds away from enjoying himself with Matilda to satisfy all his primal urges. Well... Anyone who didn't actually know the man for a day, that is.

"Hello, Mr. Cornwall... I must say, this call is a bit unexpected." He lightly chuckled while continuing. "In fact, you caught me about to begin a nice meal I had prepared..." There was no sound for Jeremy to hear, but everyone in his room clearly saw the way Lune's tongue slowly stroked over his upper lip.

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// Tommy Cobb \\

He turned and frowned at the phone on his desk. More bad news? News about Jerry? It had to be from someone who had his number. He swore under his breath and stalked back over to the phone. Planting one hand on the desk he leaned over to grab the phone. Inwardly steeling himself he lifted it to his ear.

"Tommy here."

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Oh now calm down Chame, don't go worrying your little head over it. Stein said, his voice taking on a more gleeful tone as he talked, his mannerisms slipping into how he'd talk to his younger or more nervous patients, with a slightly different edge to it however. Don't think of yourself like that, I'm sure you'll be able to keep me happy for at least a week or so. The window rolled down slightly, letting the cool evening air blow into the car, the bright burning embers of Stein's cigerette flaring in the dimming light. Ohhoho Chame, my boy, my special little raven, you haven't disappointed me at all, no need to worry about that, so nice of you to think of me though, and you're such a modest kid too. let me tell you, right now I can think of no-one else I'd want or would be better suited to entertain me. He took out his cigerette and flicked it out the window with a smirk, his craving for it had become irrelevant now. I suppose it could be nice if you'd had a more interesting trait then just feathers, I've never come across anyone with a raven's vocal chords or beak, but when life gives you lemons, you don't quibble over the fact that you don't like the colour yellow. He laughed happily at his little joke as the car turned a corner. Speaking of lemons, we're here.

Through the windscreen, was part of the silhouette of a building that disappeared behind the buildings to the side of them, with dozens of little windows dotting along it. Some people could be seen amongst them, men, women, children, nurses, doctors, all human while some remained empty and dark, waiting for future hosts. That right there Chame, is the human wing of St Prometheus hospital, the official name for it although it's normally called "Heavenly Prometheus's hospital", not the greatest nickname but it's stuck now unfortunately, someone's morbid sense of humour I suppose. Probably the same smart guy who came up with "Medusa's medical madhouse." The car took a sudden turn to the left and pulled up into a short ramp to a ticket barrier. As he swiped a card in front of a machine to the side, he continued to chatter one. I thought it would be best to make it so the human wing was beside the car park, so that the ordinary people could just go to and fro without going nearer then they had to to the hybrid wing, plus, let's face it, you lot don't have cars so common sense too. The car climbed upwards and upwards, less cars were seen on each level. Ever noticed how people will fight for a tight, enclosed space on the lower levels despite the more empty upper levels, I'm not sure if it's just laziness or stupidity myself but hey, at least it means I can get a level all to myself. he said casually as he drove into the empty top level and carefully pulled into a spot, taking time to make sure he was right in the middle of it. Just in case. he said as he took off his seat-belt before he flicked the headlights off, plunging the little sign saying "Dr. Korbinian Stein." into darkness.

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“One day you wake up and realize the world can be conquered.”

Keiran Cheeri: A late introduction

She had been working on this letter to the head of the rebellion for weeks now. It was almost done, just a few tweaks here and there, and she would soon be done. Everything had to be perfect, if she was to make a good impression. In a way, this was like a job interview. If she impressed the leader of the rebellion with this letter, she might be able to both receive and give support to their cause. It was their cause, afterall. Her ink-smeared fingers smoothed out the paper pages on the pad, as if stroking it in a reassuring manner. She'd wash her hands and begin a clean hand-written version in a moment, she just had to go over it one last time...



Deciding that the letter would do for now, she walked over to the sink in her hotel room and washed her hands while humming softly to herself. The 29-year old lived in one of the hotel’s smaller suites, and found it much preferable to staying in one place for too long. It was harder to be tracked when you traveled frequently. Looking up in the mirror as she lathered her hands thickly in soap suds, she took a look at her face and examined it closely. What she saw didn’t displease her: a round face with a pointed chin, a mane of dirty red-blonde hair, full lower lip, and light green-grey eyes framed with dark red-brown lashes. She tried to ignore the scar that marred her otherwise picturesque face: the scar that reminded her of her parents was on her right cheek from a dinner knife that spanned from her cheekbones to the edge of her chin. It was slightly paler that the rest of her face, and the scar was minutely concave, so that if you ran your finger over it, you’d feel a slight crevasse. She stared at the scar for a moment, a small pout forming on her lips before looking into her own eyes.
What she saw there made her straighten her back and hardened her resolve. Drying her hands after a quick rinse, missing some of the foam at her wrist, she strode over to the writing desk and pulled out the ‘nice’ paper. Crossing her legs once she sat down, she began to transfer the words over and gave a small sigh. She was in black running shorts and a v-neck cotton t-shirt: running clothes. She had just gotten out of the shower, and was planning on going for a run, but was distracted by the unfinished letter.

Once the letter was finished, she licked the envelope with a little too much enthusiasm because she liked the odd flavor of the glue there, and wrote the address that she had scrounged up where she hoped the letter would reach Mr. Harrison Hale. She had the first copy of the letter just in case the letter she sent went astray. She walked into the lobby and gave it to the lady at the desk. “Please send this as soon as a mailman arrives?”

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Doctress Who-CURSE YOU AKAINE AND FENIX. *Shakes fist*
Musicmac-INNUENDO... STRIKE!
Innuendo Squad Leader
Dare to join?

Monk

Monk was taken aback by Samantha's response. He had not expected the generally sociable and rather pleasant girl to have such ugly opinions. He was infinitely relieved that he hadn't accidentally revealed himself to Samantha now, as he was sure that he would have ended up dead or worse. He wasn't sure how he would respond to the girl's demand for his own opinion. He was worried about if she would try to out him to others who would surely punish him severely. He stood up, looking rather thin and frail as he spoke, "Miss Samantha." He made a point to use her full name rather than the shortened version that she had requested earlier. "I am having trouble in understanding your...harsh opinions." Monk knew that there were many who were of the same mindset as Samantha but it always worried and sickened him to hear them voice their opinions. His countenance held a look of solemn melancholy. He had not time to entertain his foolish fears or to be reserved. Monk was obviously handed this opportunity for a reason and he would lead this lost girl back into light and reason. He spoke once again. his voice still quiet but holding an air of authority and power. "Come with me, Miss Samantha" He held his hand out to her to grasp. He was going to lead her on a journey of enlightenment. The first step would be to lead her outside so that he could teach her. "There is something that I wish to share with you."

Samantha Waterson: Monk's Secret?

She stood and looked at him. "At this time of night? Perhaps it should wait until morning and you could show me on my way to work?" She needed sleep. She yawned, though silently, as she looked over the man. "Or will it not take very long?" She hoped he'd say it could wait until morning but, not knowing the blind man very well, she didn't know what to expect. She thought about telling him about her feathers but silently scolded herself for even thinking of it. Maybe when I get to know him better. she thought as she looked over the monk named Monk. She glanced at his staff and back at his hand, contemplating whether or not to go with him.

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They taped over your mouth, scribbled out the truth with their lies, you little spies - You will release your life, joining with the god-damned world of the dead and the lonely. - Я сошла с ума, Mне нужна она
Innuendo Squad's Resident Lesbian
Usstan hull'phir j'nesstren, siyo, drill dos orn'la naut kampi'un tangis' ka dos orn'la xo'al ulu vok.<(Drow)-(Russian)>Я предпочитаю женщин, да, но вы не поймете, даже если вы попытались бы слушать.

//Jerry Red Max - Red Dead Resurrection\\



"This cat ain't done with all nine of his lives just yet, Tom." Red says with a mad grin, through the receiver. He shifts in his seat, looking up at the clock. He wonders what all has happened since his little stunt.....but that'd have to wait for now. He'd already heard what shit had been stirred up with his supposed death. The under-world was abuzz with questions and rumors, Jerry would be using his death in the best possible way he could, extra publicity....to scare off competition. In a sense to say "The Red Devil doesn't die so easy...even with a bullet between his eyes" He had said to himself not but earlier.


"But first things first, yeah yeah I know your happy I'm not dead, as if I'd die so fucking easy. Anyways we are runnin on borrowed time, I already know about that fucking slime-ball Moon-fuck Lune or whatever the hell his name is. Make plans to get into contact with our pencil-pushers and that one guy...Cromwell, yeah, tell him to shove his diplomatic dick into Lune's face. Meanwhile make plans to retake the compound, shouldn't be hard. He just snapped at a treat that wasn't really his. Anyways where are my girls, you have them in your protection right, Tommy?" Red finished, assuming everything had been going according to plan, and that nothing was completely lost or forgone....little did Red know...

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*WHAT I THOUGHT I'D DO WAS PRETEND I WAS ONE OF THOSE DEAF-MUTES*

// Tommy Cobb \\

A smile broke across Tommy's face as he heard Red's voice. The Black Devils all relaxed noticeably, milling around near the door now. The big man listened to what Jerry had to say. Chuckling at some points, which was quite disturbing since Tommy never seemed happy enough to be capable of laughter. He jotted a few things down on a pad of paper as he listened.

"Whoa, whoa. Lune what? What's he doing? I'm in the club right now. He gonna try to take it?"Tommy asked, stiffening. He hadn't heard of this, some punk was gonna make a grab for the Trident? He frowned at Jerry's next question. "I dunno where those girls are. I just heard about this. They aint here though."

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