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birthright_npc (birthright_npc) wrote in free_form2,
@ 2008-05-08 16:14:00

Confrontation on a Serious Scale
Demons and supernatural entities were not known for a tendency to cower in fear or cooperate with authority.

When pushed, they snarled ferociously, bit, maimed or killed. But rarely did they run, and rarely could they be persuaded by intangibles like a 401k plan or the promise of legal assistance.

Given the increasing turbulence in the supernatural underground in May of 2012, it only made sense that eventually, the government would force them into unity, but of an unproductive kind.

Organized resistance.

True, some had joined the ranks of badged authority and some had relocated to less officiated climes. But by and far, most stayed to guard their territory or rebel for the sake of violence, or even to make a simple point: They would not be controlled, at least without a fight.

Word was put out about an informal meet-up to take place at 9pm in a third-rate, pirate-themed bar called Davey’s Locker. The owner was a sympathizer, rumored to have demonic blood on the paternal side of his family. He flew under the government radar, but that didn’t mean he supported what the Feds were doing. When asked if his establishment could be used as a staging ground for the rebels (or ‘illegals’, as the suits liked to call them), he was more than willing to oblige, as long as nobody broke his bar stools.

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birthright_npc
2008-05-08 08:18 pm UTC (link)

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The supernaturals started rolling in after sunset, when the typical human crowd was on the way out. Most were curious, if guarded. There was modest weaponry on a few, but nothing that would seem openly hostile. The environment was tense enough. Those in attendance were generally intelligent creatures, the sort that would be open to the idea of cooperating across the species, if it meant survival of their way of life.

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hard_edge
2008-05-08 08:33 pm UTC (link)

Bethany Richards was many thing but a fool was not one of those. She didn't tend to play nice with others but when it came to survival she was willing to go to whatever lengths were needed. Bethany would not go silently into the night, hadn't in the past and now wasn't the time to start.

She'd come modestly attired, for the most part. With a crowd like this she didn't feel the need to overstate herself, but she hadn't been able to resist the black ribbon twining her long blonde hair into a thick braid that ran along the middle of her back. Knives wrapped her thigh and other smaller weapons were concealed in places not many men or women were brave enough to venture to if they valued their hand or head.

Bethany reclined back against the nearby wall and folded her arms across her chest, head cocked to one side as she watched people file in.

Joseph might not have counted himself as part of the supernatural crowd but he was different from the norm. He was a blip on the government's radar and he had a ton of skeletons in his closet and personally he wanted to keep them the way that his life had intended them to be: dead and buried.

He'd come to the gathering with his guns, would have felt naked without them. Joseph lit up a cigarette and stepped into the place itself, immersing himself in the crowds and different faces. Tonight would be interesting, that was for sure.

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julie_sanchez
2008-05-08 10:59 pm UTC (link)

Julie didn't have a problem with Homeland Security starting a program to police the supernatural world, in theory. What bothered her was that they weren't allowing people a choice in whether or not they joined the organization. If it had been voluntary, the conversation she'd had with the Agent might have convinced her to join up right then and there, but the idea of forcing people to join seemed unamerican to the werewolf.

Besides, her family had been in the US since before there had been a US. She was damned if she was going to let someone call her illegal.

The werewolf walked into the bar confidently and ordered a drink while she waited. A few faces that had already arrived looked familar and she nodded in greeting.

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midnight_dru
2008-05-09 12:30 am UTC (link)

Drusilla had a presence.

She could flit by, ghost-like, but often she could attracted attention, just by being there. She was a buttferly beating wings against timeless panes of glass. Some judged her 'mad' or 'crazy', but those who did only viewed her in the most superficial of ways. Her had been fractered, her mind splintered in an attempt to be remade anew. But the one responsible had not quite predicted the result successfully. The truth was not nearly so simplified as some would claim, for one had to understand, the vampiric brunette's consciousness operated on several levels, all at the same time. A wraith-like thing, at once demonic woman and simultaneously innocent child.

"Ten green bottles sitting on the wall..."

The nursery rhyme was more hummed than spoken, her English lilt soft and melodic. Still, though, the words were there and, for those who realised her more unique abilities, they had meaning.

Quite whether she had come because of the provebrial word on the street, however, was as much of a mystery as the slender brunette, herself. Nevertheless, she wandered in with ghostly steps of feet. At once both aware of her surroundings and yet not.