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Dunan walked slowly back to the others, staggering. He had left without a word, something had to be done, an attack had to be mounted against a foe who had attacked him while he had first gone. The enemy had threatened his precious friends, and he couldn't involve them at the time. But, then they took Anya.... right from under him. Dunan's head swirled with thirst and exhaustion,, black blood dripping down the side of his face. He had been awhile, and had been dumped here by... something. He didn't know what, nor did he care right now. His condition was to attempt at serving a purpose, one to diminish the team's will to fight. He had been forced to watch the team as he had been tortured brutally, even for a vampire. They had taken Anya as well. And he'd been unable to save her. Now, he didn't even know if she was alive. [I]Anya... Anya.... where are you?[/I] Seeing the team's new hideout, he staggered torwards it, his arm hanging limply at his side as he dragged his opposite leg. Both were broken, and he hadn't been allowed to feed in days... or was it weeks? He didn't even know how much time had passed since he had left. "Dawn.... er...." He mumbled, his vision blurry. Dunan fell, collapsing on the cold dirt. "Dawner.... I'm.... home...babe." OOC: Sorry it's so short.... I have no idea where we're at, though Dunan has officially returned.

"Bows deeply* As you wish, milady. Tell me, shall I run covert and observe the meeting?

Rayne had silently watched the entire scene unfold with Anue, and when Taryn moved to follow her, Rayne caught his arm. "Allow me. You'll let your feelings get in the way." "And you won't?" Taryn shot back, and then looked down at his feet, ashamed because he knew better. Rayne was the one they could all talk to, the one who never judged them. Rayne did whatever was nessessary to take care of them, placing them first before the mission. Rayne could very well take any of them on, though he never claimed he could beat them in any kind of fight. "No, I won't. I know your intentions are pure, Taryn, but you might only agravate her more right now. Let me talk to her." Taryn looked as if to say something, though he sighed dejectedly and went back to get something to eat. Rayne turned and walked out onto the balcony, closing the sliding glass door behind him. Anue was so lost in her own thoughts she didn't notice him right away. "What do you want?" Anue snapped when she finally realized Rayne was there. "Scum, huh?" Rayne crossed his arms and leaned against the wall. He said nothing else, though Anue turned to gaze at him, her eyes misted over with anger and sorrow. "Yeah. That's all I was... dirt to wipe off of people's shoes. Maybe I still am." Rayne snorted. "Really? If that were the case, I don't think Taryn would be so taken with you." Rayne advanced on Anue, his eyes glowing red. Anue became unerved, Rayne's eyes when in human form only glowed red when he was angry. Massive, black wings unfurled from Rayne's back, and his hair grew down to his ankles. "I hold a power in this form I never display." Rayne's face was unreadable, his expression one of stone. "I hold all the power that is Judgement, and I am it's true form." Anue took in a deep rasping breath as Rayne reached out and touched her face, his carress cold and chilling her to the bone. He held no warmth, no love, no hate, no compassion, and no malice. He simply WAS. "I have never used this power on anyone, do you know why?" Anue shook her head, her eyes a wide as saucers. "I-I-I-" "Silence!" Rayne hissed. "If I felt you were scum you wouldn't EXIST anymore! I personally would have put you out of your misery!" Rayne placed his hand on her face, and she rasped in a single breath. She was scared now, truely scared. Rayne had never acted like this, not ever. "Now, you listen to me, Anue. And you listen good. You are you, and you prove your merit over and over. You are one of the furthest things from scum. I have heard how you speak of humans, and your actions further more prove you are a good person. Your past is your past, andd no one can change it. You and I both know Tahlia's nightmares are memories of something she's better off not remembering. If I were to judge her for them, then the world would lose one more precious gem." Anue trembled, and fell to her knees, Rayne falling with her as she sobbed into his chest. Putting his arms around her, she let out her frustrations, her sorrows, her agressions, everything. After a few minutes, Anue stood up, and Rayne smiled. "You okay now?" Grasping Rayne's shirt, Anue hauled off and punched him in the chest with her other hand. "Asshole... That was a mean prank... Scaring the shit out of me like that... And yes, I'm feeling alot better now." Anue walked back into the apartment, sauntering her hips as she walked. From above, came Taryn's whistle. "Aside from that last part, I'd say you did pretty well. How'd you learn to act so well? That power schpeel was a good one." "Simple. Always use the truth." Rayne remarked, walking back in after Anue, much to Taryn's shocked face.

Rayne knocked on the door of the desolate looking building, his eyes scanning the decaying bricks and broken windows. The woman inside had resided here for almost fifty years, though she had been here on this mortal coil for much longer than any of his team. Her abilities were unique, though Rayne couldn't even begin to comprehend them. For all Rayne knew about her, she was simply an old friend with a talent for making maps and false identification cards and documents. But, that was all he needed to know. The woman cracked the door, and peered out at him. "Rayne? To what do I owe the pleasure of this visit?" Her voice croaked, sounding heavy and older than time itself. Her withered hand showed immense signs of age, ancient burn scars riddling it. "Masomein, I need your help... me and my friends. We're going after some bad people... And need a bit of a cover to get close to them." "You speak delicately... and I already know why you have come." Masomein opened the door, and Rayne winced at the sight of the shriveled old woman, who appeared as a human though immpossibly old and horribly scarred by fire. The group members each trailed to Rayne's side, their reactions not much better than his. However, like him, they were at least smart enough not to say anything about it. Masomein ushered them inside, and down a flight of stairs. They entered into a living area, though the furniture reminded Rayne of a kindly grandmother's home. Lacy doillies, overstuffed chairs, and lush carpet filled the room. "I don't do this for free, you know." Masomein said, her eyes bright and silver. Rayne held up a roll of hundred dollar bills, a sum that the team had aquired from various hunts in the past and their own lifetimes. The team had plenty more cash, this was like throwing away mere pennies of their collective wealth. "Will this suffice?" "That is more than adaquate... So kind you are... Always a pleasure to do buisness." Masomein chirped happily. Removing from a shelf were several brown manilla envelopes, each still eminating some kind of mystical energy. "You'll find everything is in order. I hope you enjoy your stay in California... And give my regards to Rasputin, would you?" "Who's he?" Anue asked, looking confused. "Oh, dear, he's an old friend. Hee owes me a romp in the hay." Rayne smiled at the blank stares and supressed shivers the others gave Masomein, and it was all he could do to not burst into laughter. "Come one. It's time to go." "Oh? You won't stay for some tea, dearies?" "I'm sorry, but this is rather pressing. Next time, I'll definitely come just to enjoy a cup of tea. Besides, I don't think my friends are keeping their breakfast down very well after that little joke." Indeed, Anue, Syria, Tahlia, and even Taryn looked like they were turning green. Masomein threw her head back, cackling like a crazy witch. "Remember, looks can be deceiving." She waved her aged hand around, it plumping up and rejeuvanating the years time had seemingly done. Her skin softened, the wrinkles and scars disappearing. Her thin grey hair thickened to a lushious auburn, and she flashed a million dollar smile. The others looked rather releived at this. But, just as quickly, she returned to her decrepid body, and this again made them uneasy. "Don't worry... I won't betray you." Masomein spoke. "Rayne has been a dear friend for a long time. I won't do freebie jobs, but I won't betray him. Saddly, I must bid you farewell, especially if you're wishing to catch a flight to California. You'll find your living arangments have already been taken care of as well. Enjoy the view." Looking confused, the others all looked at their envelopes. Rayne bowed, and bid the woman farewell. -------------------------------------------------------------------------- A few hours later, the rag tag group was piling into an elevator, their bags making it more crowded. They were on their way up to a penthouse suite on the seventeenth floor of a rather posh apartment building, in Rayne's opinion ir reeked of high class foo foo biggotry. They had all read their files, and gone over the documents on the plane trip here. Taryn was a newly appointed substitute teacher for gym class, and the rest of them students with remarkable credentials and 4.0 grades. Their envelopes had each contained a cellular phone, paid for until the end of the month. Masomein had been thurough, and even their I.D. cards were perfect, no one would be able to tell they were forged, even by magical means. Infact, they were all quite well off for the next month, aside from food. But, money was of no concern, indeed, they could each live for the next century easily off of the money they had amassed. Rayne threw his bag on a couch, and eyeballed the room. "Looks like we've moved up in the world, boys and girls."

"Get Anue back in here and wake up Damia." Anue yelled from the kitchen, "IT CAN WAIT! I'M COOKING!" Sighing, Rayne walked over to a book shelf, removing an ancient peice of parchment from the top shelf. He placed it on the wooden coffee table in the living room and unfurled it, revealing nothing more than a blank canvas. "What's that?" Syria asked. "A map. One we're going to use." Rayne placed his finger on the paper, and his eyes blinked red as he ran his finger along the blank parchment. Suddenly, lines and names began to appear, showing it to be a map. "Handy. How'd you come across that?" Taryn asked, walking back in with Damia. "Old friend." Rayne replied. "Damia, where are the teenagers being kidnapped from and where are they being dumped?" Damia looked over the map, her brows furrowed. "I know that the kids were kidnapped from various places around town, mainly from around the West Brooke Shopping Mall. and public high school. They were dumped near public places, though it seems that no one noticed how, it seems the kids just appeared out of nowhere. Rayne snorted. "They probably did after being changed into monsters in disguise." Tahlia spoke up. "Rayne, I can use the computer to find out more about these kidnappings..." "Do it. I certainly can't... Find out all you can about these kids. Where they lived, where they went to school, anything that might link them together." "Got it." Tahlia took a seat at the computer, and she turned it on. Rayne and the others discussed why these kids might have been so special, what set them apart as targets. "Rayne, I got something... and it doesn't make any sense. The first of the kidnappings occured just a few years ago. Seven female teens, of mixed backgrounds, ethnicities, and families, all in the course of a few days. They were later found in the alley behind the police station. None of them were able to identify their assailants, nor did they appear to be sexually assulted an anyway. The kids didn't seem to be aby worse for the wear though, so the Police dropped the case and assumed it to be a weirdo who just did something strange. Since then, there have been random and sparadic kidnappings, seemingly to keep the town on its toes. Still, the police have never been able to get anything out of them. Damia nodded. "That makes sense, the group in question we're going after has been known to stay in one place for a few years at a time." "But, that's not what's weird. There's no record of anything about these kids before the crimes. No birth certificates, no social security numbers, addresses, anything. It seems like... these kids were posted missing and that's the first time anyone had heard about them. Since then, there have been things subbmitted for school and such, but there's no actual record of these kids other than forged documents and addresses. None of them really existed before the kidnappings." Anue walked into the living room, with heaps of food, noticing them all planning their attack. "What's going on?" "Syria, would you be so kind as to fill in our latecomer?" Syria did so, reiterating all that had transpired since she had been out. "Wait... these kids aren't real?" "No.. hence the story they were being turned into monsters." Taryn replied. "So... if these kids weren't actually kids, theen what are they?" "Monsters, of course. This group is obviously move and plan. Tahlia, how many other places around the country have had other occurences similar to this?" After about a minute, Tahlia said, "Nine. All together, there were sixteen kidnappings in each occurence, and numerous other disappearences. Many of which were found in the woods.... all mauled to death by what the authorities belived to be wild animals." "So there are sixteen of them?" Anue asked, and Tahllia responded. "Well, we can assume that number at least, though there might be more, especially if you consider the idea that the parents might be demons, too." Rayne shook his head. "Unllikely. In San Bernardo, the first Kidnappings, where are the kids now?" After yet another moment, Tahlia shook her head. "They are all enrolled as students at San Bernardo Public High School." Turning around, Tahlia smiled. "Apparently, the girls all on the Cheerleading squad were kidnap victims as well as various other students." Rayne smiled widely, his eyes sparkling with mischief. "Anyone up fpr a pep rallly?"

Me too...

Wow... typos.... cause death..... YES! YES YES! or NO NO NO! I haven't decided yet.... I'm not perfect.....

I hope my post wasn't too bad, it's been awhile since I was in something dark and gritty. If there's anything you want me to change, I'll do so.

As do I. I might incorporate some of that in the future.... EDIT: Okay, who want's to take the role of student and who wants to take the role of substitute teacher? In other words, who looks young enough to be a student?

welcome aboard. Catch up with the RP and tell me how you want to make your entrance. I'll reply back with the stipulations and how to do so.

Xen smiled, gazing across the room filled with now sleeping children, innocence written all over their peaceful faces. Xen's smile faded, remembering what they had learned earlier that day as he closed the book of children's bedtime stories. Xen had taught them how to clean and service various kinds of hand held pistols and a sniper rifle. As per his orders.... Xen had never been too fond of teaching the children the art of war. But, now Xen sighed, and walked over to tuck in one of the children, his smile returning. After, he turned on the various nightlights around the room. The door to the room opened slightly, and Xen turned to see one of the servants of the house looking in. Xen nodded, acknowledging the servant. He closed the door, allowing Xen to finish his duties for the night. When finished and with one last look to the sleeping children, Xen exited the room and shut the door gently behind him. Turning to his left, he came face to face with the servant. "The Lady wishes to see you, Master Xen." Xen's eyebrow lifted. "Does she now? What an honor to be requested personally by her. Inform the Lady I will be with her as soon as my relief shows up." The servant bowed, and spoke once more. "I am to be your relief tonight." "Ah. Well then. I guess I'll go see her then." Xen turned around, waving a peace sign over his shoulder as a means to say good-bye. Walking along the hallway, he could see various comings and goings of the people. There was always a hustle here, one always had work to do in a city as corrupt as San Francisco. Xen snorted in contempt at his thoughts. People moved hurridly to get out of his way as he walked, they obviously terrified of him. Or rather, his reputation for slaughter. On reaching the office of the Lady, Xen knocked on the door. While he waited to be let in, Xen noticed people staring at him, condemning looks on their faces while they whispered about him. Xen turned his eyes to them, and they gasped and practically ran away from him. "Come in!" Xen leisurly opened the door, and walked over to a wall to lean on, as there were three people besides the Lady already in the room. Xen watched with mild interest as they discussed a 'problem' that they needed taken care of. From what Xen could make out, someone had tipped off the cops about one of the Sisterhood's many blackmarket deals, and so they had lost a tidy sum of cash and plenty of materials had been stolen at the same time. Someone had wanted to try to cover up something, and had done so poorly. Apparently, they wanted to make an example of the guy. [I]Poor bastard...[/I]Xen thought to himself. Xen finally spoke. "And this is where I come in? Are you sure you want me to handle it?" Xen's mouth curled into a sinister smile. "It might get a little messy." he held up his hand, guesturing a tiny amount. "Just a little." Xen raised his eyebrows, his expression one of cruel merriment. The Lady smiled, clicking her fingernails on the desk. "That's the point. However, if you would also be so kind as to get information out him pertaining to any accomplices, that would be most helpful." Xen shrugged. "Fine then. Don't be surprised if I get a little too excited and forget about that part, though." Xen was handed a file with everything he needed to know, and parted with his orders. He stopped off at the arms room, picking up a few things to help him. He placed them into a violin case made especially for such jobs, and off he went to handle the task assigned to him. Such tasks were given to him often, as it seemed he had no heart or compassion. In truth, he had plenty, though it was simply rare for him to show it. Xen was never too surprised by people's reactions to him, nor their inability to understand him, nor did he care. ------------------------------------------ Xen hailed a taxi to go the Beiruit Hotel, where his target was staying. The man had ordered a 'date' so Xen had the perfect cover to approach the man. What made matters even easier was that his target was into bondage. What would be difficult would be controling himself long enough to 'extract' the info the Lady wanted. That in itself wouldn't be too hard... Though, as Xen had stated earlier, it would be messy. And so Xen began his ascent up to the hotel room, thinking of just how this time he should go about buisness. The violent approach was always fun, though in such a setting as a hotel not entirely wise. His target could get away. And while Xen enjoyed the thrill of the hunt, he already had the element of surprise, which made the job as sweet as candy. "Ah well. Fuck it." Xen said aloud, and emerged from the stairwell onto the floor his target was staying on. Looking around, he could see a single security camera. Thankfully, he had put on a wig and sunglasses before leaving the Sisterhood safehouse. The quality of the security camera was poor at best, he had undertaken many jobs here, both for pleasures of the flesh and those which involved someone dying. Xen had never been caught yet... though it never hurt to be that much more careful and it paid to not get cocky. Xen thought it amusing just how bad the cops had it to cover up all of the hits this hotel had bore witness to. Sighing happily, Xen knocked on the door of room 619, in which the hotel staff would soon have to a lot of redecorating to do, most likely including repainting the walls. A burly, hairy, and overweight man answered the door, and he peeked out at Xen, who smiled and spoke. "I do beleive you ordered the Pain Special... I'll be your server tonight." Xen clacked his pearly whites, smiling viciously, enticing the man all the more. "Oh... It's you... Come in then." He moved for Xen to come inside, and as soon as he shut the door, Xen grasped him by the arm and brought the man to his knees. "You'll find I don't waste time, and I get right down to buisness." Xen smiled, his ferousity shining though. Reaching over, Xen flicked the lock on the door, and twisted the man's arm to get him to stand up. Already, the man had an errection, tiny as it was. "Now, isn't that cute... And I haven't even started yet." Xen yanked harshly, and the man yelped in pain and pleasure. "Now, lead me to the bedroom like a good little boy..." "Have I been bad?" "Oh yes... Very bad... You need to be punished... And I'm just the one to do it." Xen was led to the bedroom, as he had ordered the man to do. When safely inside, Xen kicked the man onto the bed, and opened his violin case. Xen pulled out several pairs of handcuffs, and threw them on the bed. "You know how to use those? Use them to cuff yourself to the bed. Then we can have some real fun." Xen giggled, and lifted a ball gag from the violin case. "Are you familiar with one of these? I'm going to use it on you." Xen cocked his head, an evil smile playing on his lips. "Aren't you the lucky little boy?" The man handcuffed himself face down on the bed, which made Xen's job that much easier. Xen shrugged, thinking this was going to be a new one. Torturing someone who got off on it... Yeah. Definitely a new one for him. But, who knows? Maybe this would be fun for both of them. When the man was finished, Xen pulled the ball gag around the man's head, fastening it tight. Then, Xen removed a whip from the violin case, and proceeded to rip into the man's flesh with it. The violent cracks of the whip seemed only to spur Xen on, the man's muffled cries of extasy growing ever more louder. "Well, I beleive we've had our fun. Now it's time for buisness." Xen laughed again, pullling this time a blade from the violin case. The man could only make a confused and muffled noise. Xen ran the point of the blade along his targets skin, the cold, sharp, and wicked looking metal making the man freeze. "What's the matter? Your blood running cold? You should have known I would be the one sent... Oh... You thought we wouldn't find out about you being a little tattle tale and a theif did you?" Xen giggled again, and ran the blade through the man's skin, carving him like a holiday turkey. Xen's target began to tremble, his fear of the monster who had him helpless quite obvious. Blood began to well in the slice Xen had made, though it was no where near enough to cause death. The target was eerily silent now, though his shaking body was a tell tale sign he was deathly afraid. Xen dangled the slice of skin in front of the man's eyes to make an unspoken point. Xen got off the man, and smiled again. "Can I ask you a few questions? And get answers? You know you're going to die anyway, so there's really no point in holding out on me. I can make this hurt in a bad way, you know. You've already seen how much i make it hurt good. Do you really want to try me?" Xen sliced off another chunk of skin, though this time he cut deep enough to cause some serious damage, hacking away muscle as well from the man's arm. Tears began to flow from the target's eyes, which Xen played to his advantage. "Are you scared? I would be, too, if I was in your position. Will you talk for me? I promise I won't-" Xen slid the knife again into muscle and skin,"-hurt you anymore than I already have, and I'll make your death quick and painless. I promise." The poor fool nodded, and Xen flicked the ball gag off, and instantly grasped the man's tongue, pulling it out of his mouth, and holding the blade to it. "Remember, I can just as easily hack you apart even if you scream for help." Letting go, Xen took a step back, sitting on one of the elaborate chairs. "Talk." Throught his sobs, the mand managed to speak, knowing Xen would indeed hold true to his word. "I was with Mez... Fodston... Hua.... and some other guys I didn't know. We got tired.... of putting up with shit.... Hua and I... handled the legal...bullshit." "Why did you do it? For what reason?" "We... were... broke..." Xen sighed. "As members of the Sisterhood, you should have known you could have asked for something. If you've pulled your weight, then you would have gotten it." "I... wanted... a quickie...buck..." "And you got more than your money's worth." Xen shrugged, and walked over to the Violin case. He tugged a leather strap, removing the false bottom and pulled out a gun and a silencer. Screwing on the silencer, he then aimed the gun at the man's head. "So. I thank you for your time... And now it's time to say good-bye." Placing the gun to the target's head, Xen smiled. "Think of this as my mercy. Any last words? No? Too bad. Be sure to tell the devil hello for me, and that I'll be there soon, to join you." Xen's words were nothing but a cruel joke to torment a victim he cared nothing for. He held not an ounce of compassion, knowing the scum had probably been responsible for countless other wrong doings and deaths, most of them probably innocent to some degree. Xen pulled the trigger, putting the target out of his misery. Such was Xen's own brand of mercy. He quickly went about his buisness, hacking off more skin and mutilating the man. Taking out a camera, he began to take pictures, which would seriously deter people from making the same mistake this particular bastard did, especially when the pictures would be sent to the local newspapers... Finished with his work, Xen changed his clothes and left, taking his toys with him. Come morning, it would headlines what had happened here. With the body still warm and the blood fresh when Xen carved him up and strew the peices, it would look all that much more gruesome. Xen's reputation coudln't get much worse than it already was in the underworld of crime.

Rayne emerged from one of the bedrooms, his eyes dropped from being sleepy. "Welcome back. We had an exciting time... How did you fare?" "It was eventful. I hav some info on a target." Stretching and yawning loudly, Rayne sat on the sofa. "Spill." Damia smiled. "How do you feel about gossipy, blonde, cheerleader type bimbos?" Rayne blinked in surprise. "Our next target is a demon slut?" "No. A pack of demon sluts. Apparently, they've been killing for profit lately. They recently got hired to take us out..." "Taryn and Anue already got attacked by them. They're fine, now. What are these demons doing right now?" "I don't know. They've been killing all across the country. Their favorite targets are teenagers. I was able to track their whereabouts to a high school in southern California. Recently, there have been a string of strange abductions and dumps. The victims personalities have changed, though everyone beleives it's what happened to them while they were missing that caused this change in them. In truth, they've become monsters who prey on other humans, the human souls trapped within their bodies, forced to obey their masters. Those whom they attack are ripped apart. But, what's weird is that this troupe didn't used to operate like this. They were simple hitmen, or rather, hitwomen. This new change in their methods hints at something bigger than them." Rayne crossed his arms. "Interesting... I'll agree with you that this seems like a small piece of the big picture. Regardless, we have to deal with them, or they'll keep coming after us, and with 'friends.' I don't like this. It seems someone much higher up than we are has been tracking us." Rayne closed his eyes, and leaned back on the sofa. "This can wait untill the others wake up. If anything, this was more than likely dropped on the information market to lure us into a trap." "And we're going to walk right into it?" "Why not? It'll give us a chance to see what's really going on."

What Knuckles said ^^

"Who were they?" Rayne snapped as he dragged Anue over to the couch. He forced her down, and then forced off her shirt which was already begining to stain red with blood. Looking at Rayne, Anue noticed his eyes were red. [I]Oh shit... [/I]she thought. Taryn spoke now, while Rayne inspected Anue's wound. She winced as his hands touched it, though she was surprised he wasn't rough with her any further. "We don't know. They were females, about 6'0" and maybe 150 lbs. wearing black leather biker outfits and helmets. They were scoping us out at the diner. Anue and I procured their motorcycles, but they got away." Rayne's fingers trailed along the wound, though now as he worked, Anue could feel no pain. Placing his palm on it, Rayne's hand began to let off a soft, gentle light. A few moments later, the glowing stopped. When Rayne removed his hand, the wound was gone, and not even a scar was left. Taking a deep breath, Rayne spoke again. "Next time you two are out alone, be more careful, alright? I don't want to lose anyone on this team." Taryn looked down at his feet, his guilt apparent. Anue didn't look too perky either. "We're sorry." She said. Rayne shrugged. His eyes no longer held that red color, and he smiled. "Can't do anything about it now... What matters is that you're alright." "Can we keep the bikes?" Anue asked. "They were so nice... We couldn't help it!" "Tell me you were smart enough to at least park them AWAY from the building?" "We're not dumbasses!" Anue cried. Rayne's eyebrow lifted, but said nothing in response. "Get some sleep. We have a guest coming over in a few hours. They have information about our next target."

Welcome aboard. You can meet up with us at the apartment, and have information about possible targets.

Rayne sat with Tahlia until she had calmed down, though she refused to go back to sleep. Rayne had noticed that Taryn and Anue had left, though their buisness was their buisness. Rayne stood up, and went into the kitchen to make some hot coaco to help Tahlia go back to sleep. Rayne sure wasn't. Soon, the delicious smell of the hot chocolate filled the apartment, and Rayne took some into Tahlia. Syria had fallen asleep again, and was mumbling in her sleep about something Rayne couldn't make out. Letting Tahlia have her alone time with her hot drink, Rayne walked into the living room to make a phone call. "It's me." Rayne said, speaking to the woman on the other end of the line. "Got any information on our next target?" "I'm just finishing up an interogation for just such edibles." There was the sound of someone being punched, and then a giggle. "Well, if you would just tell me what I want to know...." "Come on... get over here pronto. Get rid of the small fry and bring whatever info you have for us." "Will do. See you in a few hours." "Be carefull." "Always." There was a click as they hung up, Rayne turning his gaze out the window into the lightening sky. Dawn was a few minutes away. Hopefully, they wouldn't have too much trouble the rest of the night. --------------------------------------------------------------------------------- "I don't see why we have to be the ones shafted with this job." "Shut up, we're being paid a heafty sum to take them out." Two dark clad women in skin tight leather biker outfits gazed upon the unsuspecting demons. They were about to get alot more than they had anticipated for the night. Their facial features were hidden by bike helmets, so they would remain anonymous and intimidating. "Let's do this." OOC: Alright, let's get a little action bound. Drizzt, Knuckles, you two get to be attacked by.... something. It's your turn to do some fighting. However, your assailants are female AND you have to let them get away, though not nessessarily willingly. Give them one hell of a fight.

I ask for a little more depth please...

The demonic children will definitely come into play at different parts of the RP, as well as some aspects of 'alternate dimensions' and such.... maybe reminincent of Silent Hill? I dunno.

I definitely approve. I RETURN PEEPS!

[quote name='Raiha'][COLOR="DarkOrchid"][FONT="Times New Roman"]Pending in the sense of I can only pray yours doesn't disappoint. Of course if it does we can always do a public crucifixion.[/FONT][/COLOR][/QUOTE] OOO ouch..... Raiha seems without mercy... this could prove to be quite the endevor to stay alive...This will definitely be a lot of fun. Perhaps alliances are in order?

Oooo brilliant ideas..... i like them all. And they'll probably be taken into the story at some point. As for demonic cheerleaders.... well, that's not too much of a stretch lol I'll use the cheerleaders for our "School Time Take Downs' chapter. I think we will go to athens first. I think we'll go up against some angelic bounty hunters soon. The cheerleaders would be perfect for that, though. I'm just not sure how we're going to go about it in the mean time.

"Unfortunately, no." Syria was walking along the street to one of the three vehicles they had stolen for tonight. Rayne could hear her talking about Tahlia, and how she wanted her back and such. Typical post breakup things. The Angel was patting her and reassuring her, and Syria thanked her for her kindness, offering the angel a ride. Of course, while the team of hunters could all move reasonably fast, they needed the vehicles to follow at a good speed. Taryn and Anue were leaving the diner having paid for the food. The last thing any of them needed was drawing attention to themselves in any way, shape, or form. Rayne dropped down from the sky and pulled the handle on another of the vehicles they had taken, this one a classic with some serious engine power. Tahlia got into the passenger seat, and Anue and Taryn got on the motor cycle behind them. Rayne cocked The Gospel, readying it for a moment's notice. Syria knew well the dangers of tonight, Rayne just hoped the target didn't try to satisfy her hunger before they had a chance to act. Starting up the car, Rayne followed closely behind Syria and the target, while Taryn and Anue behind him. Rayne knew this maneuver was difficult, they couldn't follow too far behind, or too close. And they would have to stop following at some point and switch to air tactics. Tahlia sat quietly, looking out of the car window. "Something bothering you?" Rayne asked, his eyes on the car in front of them. "I had another of those dreams..." Tahlia's black hair hid her eyes, which Rayne knew were clouded over thinking about her dreams. "I hate to say it, Tahlia, but those might be memories." "I know.... But if that's the case then once upon a time I was no different than the monster we're hunting now." "But that was then. This is now. That's all that matters." Tahlia turned to look at Rayne, though he remained concentrating on the vehicle with Syria in it. "You can be sweet, sometimes." Tahlia snorted. "Sometimes." "Glad to know." They pulled up to a stop light, where Rayne pulled out his gun again. "I think we need to make our move now. Something's going to go down, and soon. We need to get Syria out of there." "Agreed. Shall I?" "Do it." Tahlia got out of the car, and walked up to the back end of Syria's vehicle. Grasping the back end, Tahlia lifted the car's back tires off the ground with ease. She lifted the vehicle over her head, and flung it across the intersection like a sack of potatoes. Rayne sighed, though knew the deserted streets would be their ally for now. Syria's car spun around on the roof another fifty feet away, the passenger side now facing Rayne. Stomping on the gas, Rayne sped his vehicle right at the angel, she looking to be in shock. With a violent crash, the vehicle Syria had been driving skidded again into a building and coming to rest on its wheels, completely wrecked. Taryn and Anue stepped off their motorcycle, Taryn sighing. "Did you HAVE to wreck the cars? They were classics!" Rayne ignored the comment, getting out of the wrecked car he'd been driving which was now leaking various fluids all over underneath it. Syria's vehicle's horn was buzzing loudly, smoke billowing from under the hood. Rayne began firing his gun, the bullets peircing the car easily. Syria was hurridly climbing from the broken driver's window while the angel ducked for some kind of cover. Rayne, though seemingly just firing rounds into the car, was carefully aiming as so not to hit Syria in the ass with a bullet. When Syria was safely at Rayne's side, Rayne stopped firing. "You could have warned me you were going to do that!" Tahlia quirked up. "Hey babe, happy to see me?" "Shove it. You're the one who flung the car around!" Rayne watched the angel wrestle herself ouf of the ruined car. She glared at Rayne, who never lowered his gun. She snarled her next words while holding gun shot wound in her shoulder. "God damn you all!" "A bit late for that." Rayne replied, moving forward, his gun leveled. "God turns a blind eye to us now. You obviously didn't care before, so why change now? I'm sure those humans you killed didn't feel heaven's mercy and warmth when an ANGEL killed them." Rayne fired another round into the car, causing it to blow apart. Rayne lowered his gun, point blank between the angel's eyes. "You won't be hurting humans any more for the sake of increasing your powers. Maybe you should pray for forgiveness. I'll give you the opportunity you never gave your victims." "Go to hell." She replied. Rayne shrugged. "After you." BANG! Rayne turned to his comrades, they all looking at him for what to do next. Rayne lowered the gun at the motorcycle, and fired a round into the gas tank. Another loud explosion rocked the deserted streets, and Taryn sighed. "Man... I really liked that bike." Police sirens were sounding off in the distance as they all dissappeared into the shadows, to meet back at the apartment they maintained as a kind of headquarters. Rayne stayed behind to make sure the Angel was no more. He watched as her body crumbled to little more than dust to fly away in the wind before taking off himself. ---------------------------------------------------------------- Not surprisingly, Rayne was the last to make it back to the apartment. Opening thee front door he was greeted with stares and smiles. Taryn opened the refridgerator and tossed Rayne a cold beer. Popping it open, Rayne downed half of it in one swig. "Anyone got any ideas as to where to go next?"

Alrighty. I'm the creator of this RP, though this thread is where everyone voices their ideas for future targets and plot lines. I've alrady got one idea from one of our players (she has yet to post though) and I could use some more. And yes, Excel. Evil hooker. And lesbian lovers. Fun thoughts, don't you think? This particular Target we're about to take out is coming to a close soon, so we need some more ideas. I'm not the only one who is in this, and it's a group effort to make this an awesome RP. At the moment, I'm trying to establish the teamwork aspect of the RP, not nessassarily the fighting part. We'll get to that momentarily. So. Thoughts? Questions? Comments? Ideas?

"Taryn. Bathroom. Now." Rayne said, and jerked his thumb in the direction. "Be sure to tell me how the view is later." Rayne watched him get up and head to the bathroom, observing the target's reaction to him. She stared blankly at Taryn as he passed, and Rayne knew it wouldn't be Taryn she picked for her next victim. Syria and Tahlia were arguing incessantly, looking very much so like a lesbian couple. The angel kept looking at them, and Rayne knew that one of them would be the better target. The angel always picked people who were fighting in the restaurant, the angel picking the one who had the most fighting spirit. Rayne looked to Anue, and she grabbed another fry from Rayne's plate, though now she was eyeing his cheeseburger. "Looks like someone is interested in our ladies... Which one do you think she'll go for?" "Dunno. Syria is an egotistical hard ass and Tahlia is dressed like an evil hooker with a vicious personality streak. My guess is either of them." Rayne leaned onto the table, munching a fry, his head resting on his hand and his elbow on the table. He observed the angel and his partners, they attracting more attention than either of them even realized they were getting. Many guys in the diner were looking like they thought this argument was hot. "I think people are fantasizing about them." Rayne stated with a completely straight face. Anue just stared at him, blinking. "Do you not have any tact whatso ever?" "No, not really. Why should I?" Rayne stood up and moved to the end of the table. "It's time. Let's make our move." Rayne walked out of the door, and behind thebuilding to the bathrooms. Looking up, he saw Taryn looking down at him. "Go back and have Syria and Tahlia start a fight like they're a couple. Then we go after the target when she makes her move on which ever one." "Got it. Anything else?" "No. I'll get up high and watch from outside." Spreading his wings, Rayne immediately went up into the air, hovering above the diner, hidden in the black of the night sky. Removing the Gospel from his ankle, he tucked it into the back off his pants. "Well... It's showtime..."

Rayne kicked back in the diner booth, observing his surroundings. The group of school kids to his far left were tittering loudly, their underage drinking obvious. Then again, being centuries old, Rayne had picked up on a few things about humans. His fellow hunters had positioned themselves around the diner, some outside, and some inside. Using their extensive abilities and methods of 'persuasion' they had discovered that an angel gone bad had been frequenting this diner, and taking humans to kill them to increase it's powers. For some reason, the angel prefered to take them from this particular diner. A serial killer with super powers. A wonderful thought, yes? Rayne felt his ankle, and felt some medium of comfort from the facr 'the Gospel' was tucked neatly away there. As Rayne looked on into and around the eatery, his sixth sense about other paranormal and theological creatures was beginning to go off, tingling in the back of his mind. His eyes narrowed as aa beautiful woman walked in the front door, she appearing to be nothing more than a goth fetish chick. Rayne couldn't demean her attire, after all, he wasn't dressed much different than he was. A waitress walked up to the table, she looking tired and very much so like she had had a very long day. "Hi! I'm Christy, and I'll be your waitress tonight. Do you know what you'd like to order or would you like a few more minutes?" She placed some silverware on the table, and held up a small note pad for Rayne's order. "Yes, I'd like aa cheeseburger with pickles, tomatoes, mayo and ketchup with a side of fries and a Pepsi, please." "I'll have that out to you as soon as I can." She smiled, though Rayne could tell that she didn't think it would be 'fast food.' She also had no idea an angel would be killed tonight to possibly spare her her own possible premature demise. Rayne motioned to his partners, and they began their moves. Each took their place, in positions that should something happen, human casualties would be minimuzed. But, being hos Rayne's people were by far the most attractive, the angel would probably go for one of them. Rayne's ability to sense others like him wasn't one of a kind, though this angel did not possess a gift like Rayne's. It was time for the sting. OOC: Alrighty peeps, everyone take your places. We're setting it up to take the angel down.