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| Tuesday, June 23rd, 2009 | |
| 1:48 am [true_heart] |
Meeting new people in a new world Mike was walking the streets of Manhattan late at night everything was so new to him within the years he had been turned he had been fascinated by his new abilities and afraid of them. He could smell everyone but not just them he could smell the layers of cloths they where wearing, The undershirts even there socks he could smell who was human close to human and far from human as far as he thought. Vampire werewolf’s shape shifters even mind readers. He was walking with his bags packed down Manhattan to head for the docks. The clan master Sloan gave him orders to find Jason Calderon who was currently in England doing his own thing. Turns out he is a mercenary of some sorts not a great profession to others like him. He waited on the very dock leaning against a brick wall dropping his bags on the floor. The cool night breeze hitting him on the face as he closed his eyes and waited for whatever was going to pick him up. Then as if someone held a vampire hand to his nose the scent of a female vampire hit him and he shot up it was familiar to him but he still needed to hone his senses. |
| Sunday, June 14th, 2009 | |
| 4:08 am [alex_anderson] |
Alex sat by her window in her lonley apartment, stairing at the sheeting rain outside. It Reminded her of her life in bombay when she was a child. her mother had always loved the rain. every year, at monsoon season, she would always take Alex out into the rain. Alex was teriffiedat first, but she grew to love it. Alex got up to get a pieace of paper, and started to write. She didn't think she was good at poetry, but she figured she would give it a try. 'you, my sun. my earth. the brightness of the stars couldn't compair with the light the shines from within you.' your spirit huants me.' |
| Saturday, June 13th, 2009 | |
| 11:29 pm [logical_emotion] |
WHO: Draya Laymiah; OPEN to the Crew of the Enterprise. WHERE: Somewhere in Space. [What’d? ... A more specific location can be determined in tags/replies] WHEN: After the mission on Serdap. WHAT: A nearly dead Vulcan Ambassador, floating a drift in a small civilian shuttle which is also carrying a dead Captain of a Civilian Transport, and dead body of a Starfleet Government Official. RATING: PG [?] STATUS: Incomplete The shuttle was running out of power to continue controlling the life support; this was a problem that Draya had continuously been assessing for the last three days, switching down vital systems in order to hope to have enough air to even live long enough for somebody to find her. This was almost futile in her mind though, as she’d given up all hope of ever being found. ( Cut For Length! ) When Draya was able, she had set out a distress call. But given the damage to the shuttle which was already of a smaller size than those used upon starships; it wasn’t able to reach anyone. She gave way to other systems to boost the range, but it seemed to be futile as nobody came. Over the course of a week; both the Captain and Government official had died from infections. Only a few hours of air had even been remaining, despite all the jury-rigging and bypassing within systems; which included assessing all their wounds with the little medical supplies available on the shuttle. She had felt as though she had flunked out of Starfleet all over again; but worse. Within the following next days, she ran out of food, had little water, was barely staying conscious due to her own infection, and the air was nearly depleted. And there were absolutely no more systems to shut down. The shuttle already seemed to be dead in space, and was drifting to who knows where. The woman had already given up hope of ever being found; now it was just a matter of waiting to die. As she didn’t the heart to kill herself; although she’d been thinking about it ever since a day after the two men were dead, with no sign of anyone to save her. Not to mention the smell, and chemical fumes coming from the dead bodies; which only made the Life support work harder, and eventually didn’t have power to filter out any of it. The Vulcan thought she saw some sort of light out the window, but the dim of the shuttle and the bouncing light of bright stars, could have been all it was. And she hadn’t enough energy to force herself into sitting upward to attempt to figure another explanation out. Her brain had stopped processing thoughts, and instead she was just there. In a mostly helpless manner; but then Draya had done all that she could. So it didn’t matter either way. But unknown to her was the fact her shuttle had drifted and now a Fleet Starship was heading her way, Enterprise to be exact. If their short-ranged sensors were being monitored, the ship ought to pick up the shuttle craft’s fait signature, along with the nearly dead [unofficially reinstated] Ambassador’s not completely Vulcan, life signature… although it was just as fait as the shuttle craft's. Current Mood:  pessimistic |
| Wednesday, June 10th, 2009 | |
| 6:20 pm [___freckles___] |
"Oy mates, welcome back ta work!" Tessa said with a bright smile as Reena, Spock, Pavel and McCoy stepped aboard the shuttle. Spock had his PADD out and was typing away, looking up information on the next mission. "I see ya alredy workin' on the next mission." Tessa said. "I'll be doin' feild work with ya dis time." she said looking turning and taking hold on the controls. "Itz excitin'." If there was one thing to say about the pilot, she was quite talkative and friendly too. She was about to close the doors to the shuttle when she saw Irina seemed to be waving, saying her last goodbyes to somebody. Tessa turned and looked out the window, watching Reena's brothers waving at the ship, Mike, sitting atop Dougs shoulders. Tessa laughed, winked at Mike and waved to the others with a bright smile. |
| Thursday, June 4th, 2009 | |
| 12:20 pm [captain_rebel] |
talk Captain Kirk was walking through the halls of the Starfleet base. He was given his usual yelled at for his gun hoe attitude. On the other hand he was given congratulations for a successful diplomatic mission. He then remembered what had happened when he was his usual drunk self as he walked passed the gardens he remembered there was something he needed to do. Lately he had been thinking about that pilot Tessa. There was something about her something intoxicating something that just attracted him……..well at least she wasn’t green. He thought he walked toward where she would be staying he stood in front of her door unsure of what to say or what to do. He then took a deep breath and gently tapped the door hoping she was home and he would try to talk to her. He wasn’t sure where to begin but hoped something would happen. |
| Sunday, May 24th, 2009 | |
| 10:55 pm [livelongprosper] |
WHO: Spock and Reena, maybe the Kessler siblings... more later? Who knows! WHERE: San Fransisco Star Fleet Base and China Town WHEN: Some time after a drunken evening WHAT: Pure character development RATING: PG STATUS: Closed, Incomplete The day had come. The Odyssey was departing, among with a few other vessels, but of course no other launching was more distracting to Spock that the one carrying Nyota Uhura. There were others gathered outside the Academy, waving off those who were leaving but none with the exception of one had the pointed ears and blank stare of a half-Vulcan. Impassive is the word that could best describe Spock’s stare but it was a thick mask, hiding his longing and sadness. He stood there, watching the shuttles fly off, with his hands clasped behind his back, lip pursed. Even after the ships had gone and the spectators had cleared, he stood there... alone, deep in thought. Closing his eyes and taking a deep breath, Spock hunched over and rubbed his temples, remembering the words his Captain had told him. “Stop wallowing in self pity! Get yourself out there, man! You’re using work as an excuse to be miserable. Stop over-working and fucking relax!” Spock chuckled to himself and nodded to an invisible someone as if affirming this notion. He stared walking, just walking on and on, deep into the streets of San Francisco. Observing the bustling city and the interactions of it’s inhabitants. Looking up he spotted a sign that boldly labeled the section ahead as “China Town.” he smirked and remembered Irina had mentioned that she frequented the area. He distantly remembered the name of a tea house... if only she’d mentioned where it was, he’d drop in to see if the Kessler siblings were there... |
| 7:32 pm [_ahtiaiat_] |
WHO: Ahtiaiat; OPEN to Aiel … Perhaps others later on. WHERE: Outside the city, within the forest; beneath an old oak tree. WHEN: After the incident with Dina and her Rider, a few days perhaps?? WHAT: A meeting… maybe more. RATING: TBD STATUS: Incomplete Ahtiaiat sat beneath an old oak tree; the day had gone nearly to waste as she sat with her nose in an old bound book. The young woman, whom not completely human and yet not completely Elven, had lost many hours spent with a mere book as a companion. Because of her mixed blood, and further more because of whom her father was she had found herself outcast from a very young age. But that was quite alright, the woman had grown to adore the lack of humanoid company. She longed for the companionship of wise old words, and the tranquil atmosphere of nature. Although books weren’t her only focus, as many often mistakenly thought. The woman lived in Ellesméra, although she clung closely to the forest outside of the hidden Elven city; owning a bookshop within, many merely thought that was all she was capable of. But in the time before moving there; the time spent with her father after her mother’s death. She’d learned many of the Elven secrets he shared with her; and learned to defend herself if necessary, he’d taught her that it was always necessary. She’d fallen in a sort of love with his Dragon, which had left her with an admiration and un-endless love for the creatures. She had been in the square when the Dragon Dina had fallen badly wounded; she’d been amongst the elves wanting to help. It pained her seeing the creature injured so, it anguished her to the point of tears. But it’d seemed the situation had plenty of those willing to assist, and she was always weary of offering her hand because of the way individuals thought of her. It wasn’t common knowledge who her father had been, but it was spread as more of a rumor heard. Some folks weren’t sure of its truthfulness, but often stayed away just the same. But that was alright, because in return she wasn’t very trusting of others, just as they weren’t trusting of her. Ahtiaiat has a pure loving heart, but very few had ever had the opportunity to see it. She’d simply ran off, while the prince Aiel was healing the creature; knowing that it was in good, kind hands. The young woman now sat outside the city gate, in the forest beyond it; beneath one of her favorite old oaks; often coming into the forest to escape the company of other people. She preferred her Elven brothers and sisters, to that of the humans. But it often in the same breath reminded her of the things she’d grown up without. But nothing was more welcoming than an old oak; it reminded her of all the things she did have, most particularly reminding her of her father. She always felt attracted to things in nature just as to old books that decayed with age, more than any other person, besides her father that is; she loved her father with ever breath, despite him becoming one of the Forsworn with his betrayal against the other Dragon Riders. The sun would be setting soon, but she didn’t notice any. What she did seem to notice though, was a soft, slight sound. Her eyes glanced off the pages, whatever it had been faded into the sounds of birds chirping. It wasn’t an animal, or a falling branch; and for a moment it felt as though she had been being watched, but, oddly in a different manner than how it usually felt. She couldn’t explain, she’d simple sensed something, someone near. Closing the book in her lap, she stood to her feet hugging the fairly large book tightly to her chest. She perked her ears, listening for another sound that would indicate the presence of someone, and not just her mind playing with her senses. Current Mood:  curious |
| Saturday, May 16th, 2009 | |
| 10:16 pm [virginia_girl] |
Shoreleave at home! "Tha's the last of em'" Scotty said looking to the left. The rest of the crew had already beamed back down. The Enterprise was in for repairs and everyone had been ordered to Earth for manditory shore leave. Everything was ready, a few days in San Francisco and then it would be back to the black! But in the meantime, Reena had a few things planned. She had a small scar on her forehead - a reminder of the injury from just a few days ago. She was back on her feet and standing in the Transporter Room with the rest of the senior staff - Pavel's arm around her shoulders, as they had plans to go to their favorite resturant in Russian District. They'd had the time they needed when she was inrecovery to finally just catch up - Pavel often spurring off into math terms like they used to... Math as a language was fun because no one else understood it and it had made the nurses look at them funny. "We're next, I guess," she said looking around. This was actually something of a disappointment in some ways... she'd only been on board a few days and suddenly they were back on earth? |
| Monday, May 11th, 2009 | |
| 1:43 pm [livelongprosper] |
The Enterprise's Replacement The shuttle had gotten in an hour earlier and it had taken her that long to go through the inception process. All the questions that had been asked had been clearly in her record - but Irina Kessler wasn't holding it against anyone. Procedure was procedure. And she had some big shoes to fill... And it wasn't that she took it lightly, but she knew that she had to get things moving. Her papers in her case, sitting on her shoulder, she made her way to the Captain's Ready Room like she'd been instructed by her advisor before she left. This wasn't a confusing set up but a group of ensigns had dragged her off her course. And she was only now getting back to where she needed to be. Spock speck the hour of the current star date and gracefully stood from his station, noting that it was time he meet Lieutenant Uhora’s replacement. He walked out of the bridge, peering out the windows as he traveled at the docking station below. He held his head high and his hands clasped loosely behind his back. Outside, the half-Vulcan’s stern, angular appearance accurately masked his inner guilt and turmoil for having lost the Enterprise’s best Lieutenant and his first true love. Just two nights before, he pleaded for Nyota Uhora to stay but she had explained that her recent absence from position was a combination of not being able to preform both physically and mentally. She had said she was unable to cope with Spock’s sporadic lack emotions and that she no longer wished to be romantically involved with him. She had not been feeling well and was going to be taking a short leave before requesting reassignment, away from the Enterprise. He couldn't agrue with that... it was logical for her to leave if she was feeling this way- if she thought her emotions jeopradized her work. Ironically, the second the automatic door hissed behind her, leaving Spock alone in the command room, he cried for the second time in his life (the first being when he lost his mother, family and friends in the destruction of his home planet.) All of the years studying human lore and trying to familiarize himself with his half of his culture, did not prepare him for the anguish he felt. Over and over he had read the term “broken heart” but it was not until now that he truly understood what it felt like. Regardless, Spock walked on with his head held high, ever-prepared for his duty, submerging himself in his work to ease his pain. Arriving a good fifteen minutes early in the captain's ready-room (just as he intended), the First Soldier patiently waited to meet the new Lieutenant in the discussed designated area. His angular eyes scanned over the crowd where he stood near the overlook, watching the young Star Fleet trainees bustling about to their respective stations. It was then the door opened and he turned to greet the Enterprise's newest recruit. But a young woman with bright red hair seemed to make her way over to him. At first he had overlooked her, assuming she was another one of the young trainees but then she stopped directly in front of him. He stared down at her with a pointed eyebrow raised, inquisitively waiting to hear what she had to say... |
| Saturday, March 21st, 2009 | |
| 2:52 pm [taker_of_pain] |
Is this Earth ...or is it Hell? The world had suddenly gone very, very cold. Angerona sat up on the black, cold pavement. She looked around, closing the light, breezy dress she was wearing around her neck and shivering. As she sat up her hair dragged a bit on the pavement, picking up some of the wet dirt that was strewn across the damp ground. She looked at the ends of her platinum blonde hair curiously, not seeming to be disgusted or phased by the tiny black peices now tangeled within it at all. She shook, crossing her arms over her chest and exhaled. She turned her head and watched the steam from her breath gently float upward and disappear. She exhaled again and waved her left hand through the mist as if trying to feel it. As her eyes followed the path of the heaven bound mist, then squinted as the glare of a street-light reflected in her icy blue gaze. She lifted the hand to sheild her eyes, noting how dark it was outside the rays of the streetlamps of the parking lot. Slowly she began to learn the workings of her body, the way the street felt beneath her bare feet, the harsh cold and sharp peices digging into her skin. She walked on curiously examining her surroundings as if encountering life for the very first time- though, she new this not to be true. Life was just... different now. Foreign, forgotten and long past. The woman passed down an ally-way stepping over garbage, cardboard boxes and what appeared to be a sleeping man in rags. She looked down at the man for a few moments, bending down toward him. She closed her eyes and prayed, gently placing a hand on his foot which was wearing a grey sneaker that had many wholes in it. Not much of the man could be seen. He was covered in newspaper from head to toe but she knew he was there. She felt it in her soul. She knelt down and prayed for him. Once her prayers were spoken, she stood and quietly walked passed him, undetected. Walking out onto the sidewalk she approached a busy street corner. Many people glanced at her, once then twice and she noted just how different she appeared from the citizens. They were clothed from head to toe and she was still wearing just a flowing white gown made of satin and silk. Two men approached her from behind. One grabbed her around the waist and pressed himself up against her, his breath smelling strongly of alcohol. "Ehhhh, sexy!! How much you charging?" he asked her as the other man laughed and tugged at her arm. Angerona gently slid out from his grasp, looking deeply confused and shaking her head. She said nothing but shook her head as if to deny him. She walked backward slowly and the two men watched. Suddenly, their faces turned to expressions of alarm. "Hey! WATCH OUT!!" the second man called to her gesturing toward something to her right. She turned just in time to be blinded by the bright white headlights of a thick metal truck struggling to brake. But alas, the heavy metal machine collided with the poor woman and she experienced the pain of the horrific crash from head to toe. Her head collided with the pavement to which she made contact back first. Three ribs were broken and peirced her lung. She spat up blood and stared terrified at the red liquid that marked her as a mortal. But what alarmed her most of all was the fact that she could no longer move her right wing. |
| Sunday, March 8th, 2009 | |
| 3:54 am [shatteredheart] |
WHO: Captain Emerald Storm; OPEN to all Pirate types and other appropriate and fitting individuals. WHERE: The Caribbean- Haiti, Tortuga- A busy typically run-down tavern near the Ports. WHEN: In the began of the evening, an hour or so after sunset. WHAT: The settling of a promised deal, and then some drinking and random meetings. RATING: TBD STATUS: Incomplete The doors of the tavern swung open, and several large men stepped through the door. All built rather big; muscular and rugged appearing, two of the three carrying a large dark wooden chest, which held a silver lock upon it. Whatever was within the chest must have weighed a considerable amount considering the fact both men seemed a bit strained carrying the object. They seemed to be your usual sort found upon Tortuga; if the fact that they were pirates hadn’t been noted or assumed, it was moments later when a woman entered right behind them. A women standing at 5’10’ off the ground with long jet black hair, that seemed to flown like spilled ink upon parchment, to the mid back. A wide selection of feathers and beads were all braided into parts of her hair. The feathers seemed natural of different birds, some brightly colored, perhaps from that of an exotic parrot, and others shades of whites and browns, a black feather here or there. The beads where made of various colored gem stones, bone, and wood, all of which were carved into beads especially. The woman has big blue piercing eyes, which sometimes almost seem hypnotically. Currently the bright color of the ocean, they even seemed to sparkle as when the sun reflects of the waves at a certain time a day. Her eye brow pierced; with a simple straight earring in it, which held a very small diamond at the end of it. She wore tight brown leather trousers. Fancy knee high boots, with a bit of a lifted heel of about four inches, if one were to guess. Sticking out of her right boot is the hilt of her knife; which seems to be carved out of bone with an engraving of a wolf howling at a moon, the Moon being a small studded Diamond. Imbedded into the very top was also another large Diamond. Furthermore the woman was wearing a brown leather corset, stung tightly, with a white puff sleeve shirt made of silk beneath it. The lady wore a large belt with a scabbard hanging off of it; resting within a cutlass that was specially designed for the woman, just like that of her knife. When gazed upon it could be seen that the basket hilt was made of pure gold in a twinning design, embedded into it are flawless Rubies; not that it could be seen but the blade it’s self is also made of gold. Unlike your average cutlass her blade was crafted with little groves into its straight edge; many over the years she’d used it had been surprised at all the uses the simple modification gave her. Stuck in her belt is a spyglass, which like the woman’s weapons, is also of a fine expensive quality. Two battling ships engraved into the object; next to it a flintlock pistol; again not lacking in style. On her fingers are various rings, all which are made of silver and gold, with again, different sorts of gems. She wore earrings studded along both ears, bracelets that wrap around her wrists, and nestled upon her neck a simple leather braided strap which hangs low enough into her shirt; whatever hangs from it is unseen. Upon her head a fine feathered hat, which seemed to have similar brightly colored feathers. It was plenty obvious the woman was a pirate, a very well dressed pirate at that. Better than that of the men in front of herself, whom wore a bit of silver and gold here and there, but mostly they were plainer clothed. She was either the captain, or a close second. It’d only made sense, anyhow. Walking beside the woman was a large animal with fur as black as the night; a collier made of various gem stones rested around the animal’s neck. The woman’s right hand came down beside her, petting the top of the Black Panther’s head as her eyes scanned the room. ( Cut for Length! ) Current Mood:  bouncy |
| Thursday, February 9th, 2006 | |
| 1:17 am [rapheal_hunter] |
A Stern talk Rapheal had just gotton to the massive house he through his gloves on one of the many wood tables.and proceeded to walk up the stairs. His futur wife had been talking with that animal he knew it he just could not prove it.It filled him with rage. the carpet muffled his steps as he walked up the stairs to the room he shared with his soon to be wife. He just returned from a massacre he killed not only Lycans this evening but witches, warlocks,even a few Half angels who tried to protect them.He also killed one shapshifter but he was not important as far as Rapheal was concerened he was just in the way. he walked into the room going right into the bathroom washing the blood of his hands and cloths he waited for desdemona to come home he needed to alk to her he needed to stop her obesseion with her finding out somthing about him that he told her want true but was All true. he flipped his cell phone and called her again. no answer he slammed it on the sink and walked out with a tanktop,He walked over to her laptop and attempted to find her password. |
| 1:02 am [trithalos_rider] |
QUESTIONS. ANSWERED. statuse COMPLETE Trithalos had been fast asleep for 4 streight days no waking up save to eat a few bread loafs and to drink water.he had dreams of flying into battle against those that betrayed the Riders the traitors of Alegeasia. He stirred in bed on the forth day sleeping on a comfortable bed and a large pillow his hair was ruffled and his breathing was normal his snores where loud. he turned in bed toward the door his eyes flickerd open when he heard the clicking of the lock and a twist of the nob, his eyes moved to the side of his bed where his war axe and sword where. his energy was fully restored and this day he would be well rested. ************* Dina flew through the air of ellimera her wings where braod and her scales sparkled in the sunlight she would fly low and then slowly rise in the air just to do it agiain the feeling of picking up speed from the ground gave her a thrill that made her so happy,Dina was content knowing that her rider was in the care of the prince and the young elf neela he would be in good hands, as she flew she thought of the half elf that healed her and how she was looked upon among her own people. as she flew all around the elvish city he wings creating a shadow wherever she flew the populace looked up in awe as if enjoying her flight with her. she would circle he building that Housed his rider making 3 rounds around it then flying in the air again. |
| Friday, February 20th, 2009 | |
| 3:36 pm [pick_your_card] |
An X-men new-comer... "N' dat, mon cher adolescents, is 'ow a man shood speek to a lady." Gambit spoke to the class, concluding his lesson and winking as he flipped the deck of cards in his hand with his thumb. He was sitting on top of the teacher's desk, with his legs crossed, overlooking the students that seemed giddy with the topic being addressed. Some of the young women leaning forward on their hands and staring dreamily at the Cajun man. He was substituting the person who was supposed to be giving today's lesson but had otherwise found herself preoccupied. Storm was called out on a private, undisclosed mission with Professor Xavier, and Jean Grey. The guys; meaning Beast, Logan, Scott and Remy were left to take care of the students for today's lesson and Wolverine seemed none to happy about it. Gambit looked up at the clock in the back of the classroom, raising his eyebrow. He noticed it was a good fifteen minutes earlier than the lesson should have ended but he had nothing more to say. "Well enfants, class is ov'r. Don' le' the door 'it you on the way ou', Oui?" he smirked as the youngersters jumped out of their seats and anxiously headed toward their out-door recess time. A few of the girls hesitated, purposely dropping items to stay behind and be in the classroom for a few more minutes with their substitute teacher. "Thank you Professor Lebau..." "Thanks Gambit." "We always enjoy class with you, Mr.Lebau." were some of the comments given to the man as he slid off the desk. He nodded at the girls and gestured for them to keep going toward the door. He looked over the threshold and Cyclops stood there with his arms folded over his chest. "He's no more of a professor than you are." Scott spoke to the young woman who'd called Gambit 'Professor Lebau.' Gambit chuckled, walking over to the door with his thick boots pounding on the ground and his long brown trench coat swaying. He leaned on the threshold and smirked. "Don' be gell-iz, Scott. You 'have Geen, she is a very beautiful woman." he said, looking over Cyclops' should and noticing Logan traveling toward them. "Don' look now, the 'airy-man aproaches." |
| Tuesday, February 17th, 2009 | |
| 10:00 pm [kooky_alchemist] |
Enter Professor Sebastian Cullem... The professor sat in the same bar he always went to when he needed something to calm his nerves. It was a convenient location, quiet enough for him to mull over his work and crowded enough to remain inconspicuous to those who might wish to do him harm. It wasn't that Professor Cullem had many enemies, it was more like his work was very controvesial. His work had the potential to make him a great deal of enemies or a great deal of friends. It was why he made it a point never to become close with those who wished to buy his products. He didn't know what his clients did with his designs and he didn't want to know. He needed to make a living, just like everybody else and being a chemistry professor at Richmond University hardly covered his London rent, bills and other expenses. It was his work, creating supernatural weaponry, that provided him with the income to be able to afford his pricey lifestyle. He was the one who invented both the ultraviolent bullets used to slay vampires and the liquid silver bullets used against lycans. Being an alchemist and a magician, he had no real alligiance to either side. He didn't believe in war or confrontation but he needed it. For if the fighting discontinued, he'd be out on the street. Presently, the professor was murmuring to himself at the bar with his hand wrapped around a glass of brandy. There were three icecubes in his brandy, just like he had asked for. It was the perfect amount of dilution with the alcohol, assuming the rate at which the ice-cubes melted was consistent. The temperature in the bar was usually a comfortable sixty-five degrees but of course in the summer and winter it fluctuated. These were the things he took careful note of. Some called the professor obsessive compulsive and on the border of being completely insane but others still regarded him as a scientific genius. Judging by the content of his work, the later was certainly true. If he had ever got around to writing his disertation, he could use any of his inventions as the subject matter. Then again, the real world, which seemed so dedicated to denying the fact that werewolves and vampires even existed, might have called him a quack and locked him up. In his minds workings, the professor was going over his latest conquest, inventing a liquid silver bullet that could be loaded into a regular revolver, without the use of a heating unit to maintain it's viscous state- like the contemporary fire arms. The problem was, that mixing the liquid silver bullet with other metals that existed in liquid form in nature was weakening the stregnth of the bullet. A silver-magnesium alloy seemed to be working best but when tested on the samples of werewolf blood he held in his laboratory, the bullets acted in less than half the stregnth of a pure silver fluid. After he accidently knocked over a pair of glass beakers whose contents began eating through the floor of his laboratory, the professor decided he needed a break. Even though his "breaks" were never really breaks, as he spent them thinking and re-thinking he recent research, he often took relaxing breathers down at the bar, smoking a cigarette on the patio or taking a warm bath. Suddenly, the man reached into his jean's pocket, took out a sharpie marker and began scribbling on a napkin several attempts at balancing a chemsitry equation. He was so intent on his work that he jumped when someone took a seat next to him and looked up with wide eyes appearing as if he were a deer caught in the headlights of a car. He looked quit sheveled with his light brown hair frazzled around his thick black glasses and his old-man sweater (which had several holes in it) slipping off one of his shoulders. |
| Saturday, February 14th, 2009 | |
| 5:22 am [jason_calderon] |
LONG DAYS,LATE NIGHTS WHO open to all. Jason, Victor,Desdemona, Raphael And LIZ WHAT more meetings where a small city in England Jason was in a night club wearing a black shirt with his brown worn he had dark sunglasseson in the middle of the night club. He caught the scents of several different races the smell of half angel and the sulfur smell of the half Demons the smell of other werewolfs and his favorite the smell of fancy cologne of the Vampires those people even had the smell of rich. Then he caught the smell of a few more spell casters but that was no surprise he was in England and if his knowledge served him well the is one of the major magical capitals of the world. He took shot thinking of Desdomana she was a vampire who already had someone and that someone wasn’t him. he stood there trying his best to forget her to move on but he couldn’t he remembered everything from the sound of her voice to the length of her hair. He drifted off in his thought of her “hit me again edd” he said still drinking he sometime caught her scent from time to time as he wondered the country even thought he saw her fallowing him but whenever he turned it disappeared. He had falling in love with a vampire and there was nothing he could do. While in the pub he caught the scent of several hostile beings in the area wondering what was going to happen this was after all where one of his bounties usually hanged out. |
| Monday, February 9th, 2009 | |
| 8:48 pm [neela_silthrim] |
Neela had delivered the message to the Queen. She was given a very important job as the others prepared the feast for Dina's arrival. It was up to Neela to look after Trithalos while Dina was gone. A rider is always vulnerable when he or she is seperated from their dragon. She sat in the threshold of his lair in the tree tops, over-looking the beauty of Ellesmera in the setting sun. She listened to the man's snores, thinking again of her brother and feeling her eyes fill with tears. It always made her feel better to play her flute, so she took it out of her pocket and began to blow softly, the same sad tune. Suddenly a white bird flittered down at her side. No ordinary white bird but a raven with no color- no color at all. Neela instantly recognized the enchanted creature as Blagden. "A lonely perch you sit and play, it will not be just you one day, One is lost but now one more be careful what you wish for." It spoke before flying away. Neela watched it with wide eyes, distracted by it's eerie message. |
| Thursday, February 5th, 2009 | |
| 2:18 am [jason_calderon] |
First time Encounters whoJason and Desdemona and anyone else they want to introduce what Lycan Merc might have a run in with someone where England near the city of york Jason Calderon had been driving on the road for hours. He could never get used to driving in Europe it always felt weird. But he had to leave L.A. for a while and take up some more work on the other side of the world. He also had trouble getting through the language barrier and the accents but he often managed he had just got his first job from a coven that had been known for killing lycans on site and somehow came in contact with him via video session apparently they would not meet with him face to face in person but face to face on screen was not a problem for those bloodsuckers. They gave him a target it was an associate of someone named Desdemona apparently her and members of her group have taken a none hostile approach to lycans. “yea vamps and lycans holding hands yea that will be the day” chuckled Jason he always had a prejudice against the vampires for living there lavish lifestyle of sex and power. As Jason rode through the highway looking for the place this Desdemona might reside in he didn’t know that same coven sent a few witches and other vamps as insurance. His current employers heard of his conscience and weren’t sure if he would go through with killing them they left out how they where a none hostile group unless threaten but only told Jason they where a rebel coven and threaten there’s. He pulled over and park his car into a spot in the woods and began to load his berretta and Socom with uv rounds and proceeded to get out of the car wearing a dark leather jacket and having a large knife of pure silver in his back ready to be used on a vamp at any moment. |
| 2:36 am [trithalos_rider] |
Dragon rider in danger who Trithalos, neela ,Aeil and anyone else. what Lost in the desert and separated from his dragon after an ambush where roaming the desert Trithalos was full of excitement flying through Alagaësia, the sky darkened and the wind began to blow harder then usual “uh oh Dina looks like a storm is brewing” he said to her as he flew don’t worry we can fly right threw it and be clear of that storm and the desert in a few days time enough to time to get meet your master she said with a gentile tone more like a mothers soft gentile tone. The rain began to fall and the thunder rumbled Trithalos was oblivious to the danger that lurked just behind him. ( Cut for Lenth! ) |