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| Toran | Friday, 29. November 2013, 21:45 Post #21 |
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The blast echoed in the square cement room, a loud sharp crack that seemed to come back off the walls. Big as he is the man spun in a circle and bounced off the table behind him to land hard on the ground. His crashing impact knocked bottles and electronics off the shelves behind him and he spun to land face down amidst shattering glass and breaking plastic. One squat radio sparked and spewed smoke as it slammed into the concrete. A dark reddish puddle began to ooze out from under him as he lay face down on the ground. A faint groan escaping him as he collapsed prone. |
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| Mac | Friday, 29. November 2013, 21:59 Post #22 |
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"You're so adorable, laying all prone and shit." She re-holstered her gun in the back of her pants, and would move over to sit with her legs drawn up on the table she had been poking around on earlier. She was heavy, but Toran worked with heavier shit than she was so she was pretty sure the table wouldn't break under her.... Course, she couldn't be sure Toran wouldn't sit up, freak out, and break the table with her on it. Or use her to break the table. That was more Brujah shit though, and he was a Nossie now. Maybe he'd magically dissappear and smack her upside the head or something, but she doubted it. He hadn't the time to learn his ghouly disciplines yet. "I love you as much as I care about anyone, probably more, considering all our history...but I care about other fuckers these days too. That's for fucking with me, even if you were fucked in the head at the time. So roll over, and start seeing if you're one of the lucky fuckers that can focus push out bullets. I ain't, but some ghouls can." She waited, letting him gather himself if he needed to, or letting him pop up and start beating and thrashing her down. Had he ever been shot before? Maybe, probably. This Toran wasn't exactly the same boy she had tried to Bone a hands worth of years ago. This Toran actually would have Boned her, instead of skittering like a scared little monkey. Perhaps it was time to get to know the new man, while hoping to god bits and pieces of the old him were still in there somewhere. Edited by Mac, Friday, 29. November 2013, 22:00.
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| Toran | Friday, 29. November 2013, 22:08 Post #23 |
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"What is it with London and destroying my hydraulic fluid supply?" His deep voice rumbled out from face down on the floor. His arms bunched and pushed him up from the floor and he shook his head, drips of dark red lubricant splattering off his black hair. Setting a boot down, then another and he was straightening up. He had a surprisingly large powder burn on his right shoulder, close to the pectoral muscle. The slug was a dark gray smear against his chest. He reached up and gripped the deformed bullet and pulled it off the surface of the vest he had made. His silver-blue eyes regarding her evenly. Squeezing it between his fingers he rolls it until the hot metal is a ball in his palm, his fingers blistering from the heat, no expression on his face. "You dropped this." He holds out the bullet calmly, his eyes half closing. His voice soft, a deep rolling fog in the room. |
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| Mac | Friday, 29. November 2013, 22:49 Post #24 |
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"You mother fucker." She looked absolutely incredulos that he had gone for a RUN in a bullet proof vest. Really? What was the PURPOSE of that? Was he really that paranoid? He'd certianly got that aspect of his new Nossie regime down well! A moment later, it dawned on her he may have been testing out something new, as he tended to do. "New?" She recovered her features, a brow poping upwards as she snuck her gun, not so sneakily, out onto her knee. It was cold beneath her fingers, smooth and ready and temptingly rude and uncouth. He had outsmarted her. She owed him a bullet, and she'd taken it. It wasn't his fault she'd picked the wrong body point, or that he'd been brainiacing when she decided to even the score. She should have noticed earlier, while he was so calm and collected and not freaked out by the gun wielding maniac. Ugh. Then, with her hand still on it, she gave it a slight wiggle of earnest while watching his expression. Yeah, this time she was asking him permission. |
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| Toran | Friday, 29. November 2013, 22:59 Post #25 |
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He sighed and rolled his eyes at her. "Yes, it's new. I've been working on a layered vest that can cover the shoulders and upper arms and fit under your clothing. If I get it right it'll be stab resistant as well... which means fang proof. Sorta got this weird desire to see you keep living. .... Not that I'm always sure why. Has to be the tits." He looked at her as she wiggled the gun and held his arms out slightly and braced his feet. "Go ahead... it'll make you happy." There were times he wondered what odd turns his life had taken that allowed him to stand calmly while one of his oldest, hell, one of his only, friends emptied a pistol into his torso at point blank range. Of course, knowing Mac she was also going to shoot him in the leg. Just to prove a point. Mean lil bitch. |
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| Mac | Friday, 29. November 2013, 23:12 Post #26 |
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She gave her upper body a rather impressive little jiggle, which caused her set of amazing falsies (Which, some don't consider so false considering they had at some point, been someone elses real tits. Tzimisce were the best sorts of plastic surgeons) to wiggle just enough to make some men drool. She was proud of them, because she had worked very hard to make the payment necessary for those beauties. "Yeah. You know me." She grinned as he lifted his arms sacraficially, and braced. He was such a good boy sometimes. She aimed, but she'd nod for him to lift his shirt fully so she could see where the vest extended to. Then with well practiced shots, she'd test it at the points where it could be weakest. She didnt close an eye to aim, she kept both open and hard as the sound of the shots filled the air with whipping cracks. |
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| Toran | Friday, 29. November 2013, 23:20 Post #27 |
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His ass bounced off the table once. He was a big guy but there were only so many rounds a guy could take to the chest and stomach before he backs up. He coughed and once paled slightly, it hadn't penetrated, but it did pinch a nerve in a way that set his side on fire. The vest looked like it was made of several overlapping ribbons all covered in velcro. He clearly had wrapped it around his body to get full coverage for his torso. The wrap included a pair of secondary ribbons which he wrapped about his shoulder and biceps the same way. It left the inside of the armpit exposed, but there seemed to be an insert that tucked up under there. It wasn't the most comfortable thing but it looked like it would get the job done. Amusingly, because he made it big enough to fit his enormous upper body, it would loop a few more times around a smaller person and give them that much more protection. When she was done shooting he grunted in pain and brushed the flattened bullets off with a grimace. He had to pry the one that hit his side out from between two folds, a dark red stain on his fingertips. "Huh, yeah. Looks like having someone help you wrap the fabric is a good call, makes it harder to leave an area exposed. Like a kidney." He walked over to his fridge in the back and took out two cold beers, tossing one to Mac underhand. "Better?" He knew she had some pretty dark needs. He wouldn't have understood them before he went to prison. Then again, before he went to prison a LaSombre hadn't fucked his head badly enough that he raped two men to death against the prison bars. Looks like Mac wasn't the only one hauling a trailer full of dark. Then again, the fact that he wasn't fighting his, probably meant she was the better person. |
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| Mac | Friday, 29. November 2013, 23:29 Post #28 |
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"Yeah. What the fuck is going on with that thing?" Yeah, that looked... interesting. As in, absolutefucklutely invaulable in soon to be raids on Sabbat assholes looking to make themselves Bishop. Mainly, Jack. She'd sure feel a lot better physically, having that around her rib cage. Course, nothing could make her feel better inside her head going up against that sort of bunch. She just had to hope that whatever plan they rounded up, managed to actually work. Doubtful. Was she going to her death with Church, just because he fucked so good? She grinned briefly, before chasing the grin off so she didn't lose her sullen and gloomy reputation. No bullets had actually gone through him though, so the reason she had shot him in the first place wasn't really answered. "I was sorta serious about the bullet thing. Some fuckers can push shit out of their bodies. Lucky bastards. I have to get you to pick it out, or try it myself. I'm great at putting things inside people, not so good at the taking them out." |
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| Toran | Friday, 29. November 2013, 23:40 Post #29 |
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He regarded her, then pulled up the end of the kevlar wrap that was at the small of his back and started unwinding it. The ribbon itself was about two feet wide and once unwound, damned long, at least 15'. He stood in his bare torso, the steel and wire clockwork arm tattoo spreading across his right side and down his arm like a machine that's plating had been partially torn away. The small studs in his nipples gleamed and a faint patch of blood sat on his left side. He held up two wide kevlar pads that were bent to fit up into the armpits and then unwound the slimmer, 1' wide strips from each arm. Rolling it was easy as fuck since the entire outside was covered in velcro. It was a damned dense load though, a cylinder 2' high and nearly 4' thick, and it weighed about 40 lbs. He tossed it to Mac like a medicine ball. "Enjoy." He regarded her with silver-blue eyes as he twisted his thumb across the top of the beer and sent the top spinning off. Then he shifted and hauled his ass up onto the table he'd bounced off twice so far and nodded. "Well, I can heal dislocated tendons, broken ribs, dislocated kneecap, that I've discovered." He wasn't going to mention her friend Aguirre had done the damage, though known Mac she'd just have been proud of her friend. Just like he wasn't gonna mention the bond that kept making him want to track her, find the place she and Sawyer holed up and make sure they were safe. He'd caught himself hovering outside the GPS coordinates he'd snagged off all their phones, wondering who lived where. Definitely didn't want to let Mac know he knew where she lurked when she was sleeping. "As for what I've learned about being a Ghoul? Damned all. Sawyer doesn't have shit for me to do. Apparently just wants to be my friend. He drops by now and again to see how I'm doing, but frankly I think I creep him out. I know my job is to sit down and shut the fuck up when vampires are around. Basically pretend to be a Deep South butler. I know I've come close to trying to chew into a vamp in the middle of sex to get the blood, and managed to stop myself. Bitchy lil Toreador named Margo tried to mind screw me and managed to get me in a compromised position, then I got filled in on how it was naughty of me to try and put her through a wall for it." |
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| Mac | Saturday, 30. November 2013, 18:49 Post #30 |
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"What sort of shit do you expect him to have for you? Dude's Camarilla. They don't go around raping and pilaging houses like the Sabbat do. Really, it's not like you'll be busy constantly with vampire shit. There were weeks when I had nothing to do locked in Marco's basement, drove me batty. Course, you're not locked in a basement so at least you can go for a fucking burger." She'd put the beer he gave her on the table next to her, not popping it open just yet. This left her hands free to catch the ball of kevlar he tossed at her, heavier than she expected considering how small it was. She rolled it pack and forth between her hands, her gun laying on her knee again now that she'd emptied it, save for one bullet, on Toran. "Watch the fucking Toreadors, they got speed like you can't even compare to. Them and the Brujah. I try and pick my fights as carefully as possible, and I pick my prey and sneak attack usually. Gotta get them fucked in their head first, get a good smash to the brain to daze them or something. Not everyone's a stupid shovelhead, and some shovelheads will actually give you a mother fuckin' load of grief. We are just ghouls, if you don't play smart you play dead... And this is ME talkin about playin smart." She laughed, because they both knew her smarts weren't really something she could brag about. "I tried to get you set up with the Anarchs, they don't got as many fucking stupid rules and shit as the Cammies." |
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| Toran | Saturday, 30. November 2013, 18:55 Post #31 |
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"Yeah well, ain't had a first impression I haven't managed to fuck yet. If I were the type to brood I might get all maudlin and shit." He took a sip of his beer and shrugged his heavy shoulders. "Ah well, I got my burrowing to keep my time occupied. Couple of jobs on the burners. Nothing too fascinating. So what other shit should I worried about? Aside from the usual stuff, speed, strength, stamina. Any of them figure out how to fly?" He was only half kidding. He realized he was a world way outside his depths and that he needed to learn to avoid getting his ass put in a sling or killed. "What's a shovelhead?" He was pretty sure she wasn't talking about an engine part, which is the only reference the word brought to mind. Mac should know his style wasn't to rush in. If he absolutely had to kill someone, they'd probably never know he had been there, and the rubble would be very very small. |
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| Mac | Monday, 2. December 2013, 00:53 Post #32 |
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"Sabbat moron. Usually the babies that are just fucking made and abandoned for the fun of it. They sometimes do shit like that, especially in the aftermath like London's been going through. Need to increase their numbers and stuff. It's kind of good for me, baby fang faces have no idea what the fuck is going on. Makes them easier to take out." She put the heavy kevlar ball down on the table, picking up the beer he'd tossed over earlier and cracking the top. It foamed from being rattled in his passing of it before, and she immediately put it up to her mouth and began sucking back the foam as to not let it spill over and all over herself or the table. Jesus, that'd been a while. She rarely did beer, it was to mild for a beast machine like her... but the process of simply drinking it for enjoyment was one she'd nearly forgotten about, till she was tasting it again. It'd been a while since she'd had a sit down to drink beer and be herself, with a human too! Weird. "Actually some of em can fly... Not many, but some of them. They can shift forms into weird shit, dude, some of them control shadows. Choke you out using darkness. It's freaky shit.. ." Freaky and amazing. She loved LaSombra, and had always thought that perhaps, if she did die... and came back a fanger? Maybe that wouldn't be so bad. Maybe she'd run around killing people with the dark spots on her soul before standing in the sun to die. She'd sure as fuck track down Marta and get her revenge on that cunt. |
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| Toran | Monday, 2. December 2013, 01:25 Post #33 |
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The big man went still, like he couldn't move at the mention of moving shadows, a weird blank look crossing his face. Then he gave a full body shudder and seemed to shake it off. Whatever crossed his mind, never made it to the surface. He raised his beer to his lips and took a sip. "Huh, and they don't mind you just running around, using their kiddos as juice boxes?" He raised an eyebrow, his silver gaze focused on her, his voice a soft echoing darkness in the room. "So the Cammies are super anal and use rules to control their shit, the Sabbat what, revel in being monsters? What about that third group you mentioned Anarchs, do they have any cohesion or they just rattling around doing whatever the fuck they want?" He was something of an organized person. He wasn't sure he'd enjoy a life without rules... but at the same time, he was a criminal, living outside the rules governing society, just doing his own thing with his OWN code. He didn't get on well with being told what to do. |
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| Mac | Monday, 2. December 2013, 05:01 Post #34 |
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"Anarchs can be organized. Not so much here, they're like ... little Camarilla. They're a lot more reasonable a lot of them, fewer rules but still want to keep the Masq. Less bureaucracy, just really a Baron that keeps them somewhat organized and in the know with important shit. The Sabbat are lead by a Bishop, in big cities, there's an ArchBishop. Here that was Makie, total bitch. I've been told I would love her. The Cammies are lead by a 'Prince'... Ugh. You know, just ugh. " She loved her life without rules, without the restrictions and red tape. She'd just automatically assume he wanted the length of leash she had... To bad he'd fucked that by jumping Slut Monster. Alas. She calmed the fierce foaming of her beer, by drinking half of it back in one shot. She could just go it all, having an absolutely controllable gag reflex she could activate, or not, at anytime. The cold rich liquid fell heavy in her stomach, strange feeling compared to her usual Vodka. It was like, her stomach was asking why it was getting the delicious extra nutrition that came from beer, verses vodka. It was sort of having a party. |
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| Toran | Monday, 2. December 2013, 13:53 Post #35 |
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"Hmmmm... so what about these Clans I've heard mention of, what makes them different, more political bullshit?" He drained his beer and set the bottle down on the table next to him, regarding Mac with silver-blue eyes. A Prince? Really.... he wouldn't have pegged vampires for having a royal family... and why a Prince? Why not a King or something? Did that mean there was a King or Emperor somewhere out there, controlling all the vampires in the world? Toran wasn't sure where he fit in the spectrum of this shadow world. He'd always assumed that ghouls were supposed to do what their bosses couldn't, during the day. But so far, he hadn't been told to do anything really. Then again, maybe that was a sign that his boss didn't want him. Intellectually he knew that feeling sad about that was artificial, a result of the supernatural bond formed by the blood, but emotionally it still bugged him. He snorted at himself in disgust for being such a whiny codependent bitch. |
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| Mac | Saturday, 7. December 2013, 19:38 Post #36 |
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"Every clan sort of does different shit. Different vampire voodoo. The way they're structured is different too, some are more or less about the bureaucracy. This aint my shit to teach you though, cuz honestly? You're a Cammie boy now. This falls on Sawyer. I know the general basics, but I do my utmost to stay the fuck off the Camarilla radar as hard as I can. They don't like free will, or independent creatures like me. So I aint never gotten to deep into the way that shit works, I just know the Cammie basics that every Sabbat knows. I got taught along with some of the baby vamps that Marco and the other shit heads made." She shrugged, and settled a now empty beer bottle between her legs. She kept one hand wrapped around it, the other up near her knee where her gun with the single bullet left sat. It wasn't like she was going to use it, but she just... needed it's comfort really. She didnt have people comfort, hugs and all that shit didn't make her feel good. Feeling good came with protection and power. "In the Cammies you got ... um...seven clans? The artsy fucking idiots the Toreadors, go by the name of roses, the Ventrue bureaucrats which ya call Blue bloods or Kings, which believe it or not...that's me man, I'm a fucking Ventrue.... You got the Crazy ass kooks the Malkavians, the absolutely idiotic but the most real clan the Brujah, called the rabble sometimes. They're all fight and teeth and rage... You can see why they appeal to me... And you got the weird Outlander folk called the Gangrel, get all fucked up looking after they Frenzy. You got the warlocks the Tremere, they're like magical dude... Just fucking get away from them, don't go near them. Just don't. Then you got your creepy ass mother fuckers, the Nosferatu. Also called rats, or the hidden... So I'm a fucking king, and you're a god damned rat. I tried to get you hooked up better man, you picked that shit on your own." Edited by Mac, Saturday, 7. December 2013, 19:39.
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| Toran | Saturday, 7. December 2013, 19:58 Post #37 |
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"I'll try to make better decisions the next time I'm out of my head." Toran mutters dryly, regarding Mac with his silver-blue eyes. Toran picked up a small collection of twisted wires, shifting them back and forth between his fingers as he snaps them apart and back together; an old logic puzzle. "Ah well, Sawyer'll teach me or not when he feels like I suppose. I'm not the most popular person this side of the masq, near as I can make it. But I'll live." He shrugs, his heavy shoulders rising. "Either way, got plans for the evening, if you feel you've repaid me for my erratic behavior in bullets." |
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| Mac | Saturday, 7. December 2013, 21:30 Post #38 |
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"Yup. Thats pretty much it. By the way, I'm hoping Sawyers forgotten...but I fucking -owe- him for you. Do you know that? I said when I asked him to shove his wrist in your face when your brain was on cancer crack, that I would owe him for it. If I have to go sewer crawling for it, you're coming with me."She hopped down of the table, but she left the ball of Kevlar on the table, gun sliding into the back of her harness under her pants. "before I go running around in that, I'll come over and you can wrap me up proper... and you can take some target practice on me. I'd rather test it with you first than in the field, cuz you can pick out the bullets for me after!" She actually sounded absolutely cheerful about that part, giving him a lop sided and almost goofy grin. Not the typical smile, perhaps a touch of someone elses stupid face was rubbing off on her. "Cheers dude, enjoy your date or whatever." Edited by Mac, Saturday, 7. December 2013, 21:31.
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| Toran | Saturday, 7. December 2013, 22:10 Post #39 |
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The big man shook his head slowly, bemused. Huh, so he was a Rat eh? Had a feeling Sawyer wouldn't be too happy with that particular nomenclature. What was it Mac called him. A Nosferatu. Something about them having it the worst? No, the creepiest. Toran grinned. Yeah, he could work with that. He'd always had folks making judgments about his looks and voice, assuming things about him. Add a creepy vibe? Hell, probably have a lot less shit to worry about. He knew Mac had had her looks altered. She wasn't vain, per say... well, she was. Girl loved her face and her tits and figure. Him though? He'd always wished he was a bit more "don't fuck with me" and a bit less "pumps iron on the beach." Didn't bug him too much if he went creepy. The Halloween costume! Aaaaahhhh, well, that made sense then. Fuck it. No reason to get worked up over looks. He snorted and closed the door after Mac left, nodding to show he listened to her request that he settle her in the vest proper. Only fair. Smart too. Girl wasn't half as gung ho stupid as she made herself out to be. Which probably pissed her off no end. What the hell was that smile at the end? Eh, maybe she got some good sex lately. Might explain why she didn't shoot him in the leg. He pulled out his phone and sent a message to Lucy telling her that he was done with his jog. |
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| Lucy Fehrer | Monday, 9. December 2013, 16:52 Post #40 |
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It would be a little while later that Lucy came knocking on the door, with her elbow. Because she had a six pack in one hand and a pizza in the other, apparently figuring that a jog needed to be ended with intake of unhealthy but yummy food. Having knocked a couple of times, she would step back and look up at the camera, flashing it a bright grin and giving the six pack a jiggle. |
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