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My Story Is...
~BIRTHPLACE~
"ARISTOCATTURNED FERAL" Before there was Catwoman there was Selina Kyle, Born on a ElseWorld planet Gemiriar. It was ruled under a Dictatorship Government that her parents were respected council members of. Gemiriar was a world that had a reflected a Majestic Steampunk affluence. It had Animal Souls that walked side by side by the Human counterparts as a separate entity. These Animal Souls go by various names. The most common Familars and Daemons. The older termonolgy is called Phouka.
When Selina was 5 years old a Fallen Angel that was a Seraphim came to Gemiriar. Her name was Ska Skinwalker. She was following the directions of Lucifer to kill everyone by taking their animal souls. She would then bring these Animal Souls or Otherwise known as Familiars or Daemons to Lucifer, once they were separated from there human counterpart. There was much chaos on Gemiriar. The people didn't know to how fight or protect themselves from this Fallen Angel named Ska Skinwalker.
At first Ska targeted the adults and their Familiars. But then a bargain was made to extend the adults livelihood. The Gemiriar people were mainly a rich society of materialistic aristocrats. They didn't have much need of a military system and only a few sections were poor. The children's familiars on Gemiriar were taken one by one and killed during a Massive Green Storm that swept the planet in a maddess with the exception of Selina Kyle. The Green Storm was a energy of the Unstable Emotions from the people with the toxic combination of Powers coming off from Ska Skinwalker that clashed and ultimately led to the Severed Connections of Dark Matter. Dark Matter is an element that combined Humans and their Animal Souls or also called Familairs or Daemons together. But Selina Kyle had escaped that horrific nightmare somehow. She was smuggled off the planet to safety. But not without having some changes that affected her. Her Animal Soul/Familiar/Daemon became trapped inside her body but in feline form. Selina Kyle was then brought to Earth. More Specifically right in Gotham N.J. Right before her 6TH Birthday. Later on in her Adulthood she would meet Michael, another Angel, he would teach her how to bring her Daemon in or out at will. But by this time Selina's name had changed to Kougar or otherwise known as the infamous Catwoman. Where she learned it could change to any feline form.
~CHILDHOOD IN GOTHAM CITY~
"CAN'T BE TAMED" Selina was placed in a Orphanage that was Corrupted and eventually was adopted by a Man named Rex Calabrese. Rex used to be Known as the Great Underground Cat Burgular working for the Mafia in his Hay Day Prior to adopting Selina. But the Mafia family changed leadership hands and Falcone had since taken control over Gotham City since and no longer wanted Rex's help. Rex then decided to adopt and use Selina to Build a new respected name or brand for himself once again. He conditioned Selina in the Ways of Thievery to Help him get back to being the King of the Cat Burgulars for the Mafias Eyes Once Again.
Rex saw Special Abilities in Selina, and made sure that she was Only to use certain aspects of what he saw in her. There under his Control and Direction, he Trained Her To Become A Professional Thief. Home Schooled in the Seven Bells Of Pick Pocketing. She was Secluded from Normal Society. She Learned the Arts of Stealing!! And The Ability To Do So! Gymnastics, Parkour, and Street Fighting were some of curricular activities. Along with the Education of Valuable - Fine Art, Money, Precious Gems. How to know the difference between something that is fake or authentic. She also learned about Computer Hacking, Classified Document Forgeries, along with Small Electronic Devices! She Became Extremely Talented at this Craft and Enjoyed The High From Stealing! It was as if she was Born To Steal!
But even though she was Child Laborer/Thief for Him, she defied Rex on many occasions which led to many physical and mental scars, as never being allowed to keep anything that she stole for Rex. Two of which Impacted her Greatly. One being an Underground Russian Roulette Game she Witnessed. And the other was when Rex had set her up to Fall in Falcone's hands around her 17th Birthday to teach her a Hard Lesson On Who Was The Better Father. Rex began to think this rebranding idea was more trouble than it was worth. He didn't really need Selina anymore because she was too much trouble always rebelling against him. So he dropped Selina Kyle into the lap of Carmine Falcone, where she then became forced to Work for him or Die for him. Rex thought she'd end up dead in a heartbeat, as he didn't have the heart to kill the child he raised and trained himself. Killing girls was never his strong suit. Beat them Yes, mentally and physically but Kill them, no.
~ADULTHOOD~
"CHASE ME" By Selina's 20th Birthday things changed again. A deal was made, between Falcone and Rex. And She was owned by Rex once more who for some reason wanted her back. But that deal was short lived. Selina took matters in her own hands when she had stumbled across a hitman named Chev Chelios. She paid Chev Chelios to Kill Rex. Selina Kyle then became Free of Any Man. She changed her name from Selina to Kougar, and took what she had Learned and Became the Famous Catwoman-Queen of Thieves In Gotham City Today. Never to be owned by Any Man!
She has Stolen Many Valuables throughout her life. She lives on the edge with an Adrenaline Rush from her Crimes running from the Law and Vigilantes! She is a Deadly Cat-Burglar, Feline Thief in the Night or "Night Huntress." But she does have a Heart! Some stolen items that have Helped to Provide Food, and Clothes to the Local Orphanges, and those in need! She will Help Any Stray Cat, and Take them in! She has set up cat shelters through out the city to protect any Felines. She also has seen a lot of Corruption with Drugs, Weapons, and Human Trafficking all over the United States and fights against it. So Be Warned. Don't let this Purple Feline Thief Cross your Mind or set Foot in your Heart..
~THE SUPERNATURAL UNDERGROUND~
"WE'RE NOT AFRAID OF THE DARK WE ARE ALIVE IN IT"
Catwoman really didn't experience much of the supernatural after being brought to Gotham by the work of the Fallen Angel named Ska Skinwalker. It wasn't until the time of her first boyfriend Ethan and his friends that her life went down a darker road. Since then she has met Vampires, Werewolves, Witches, Demons, Mages and Others. But Demons and Werewolves she would prefer to avoid, as they tend to rub her fur the wrong way! She has had many Fights with them. They are always wreaking havoc in her life in one way or another!
~HERE & NOW~
"A WOMAN WHO KNOWS HER OWN MIND IS A POWERFUL FORCE"
Kougar Kyle has built a bigger name for herself, on top of being Queen of Thieves as Catwoman. She runs an entertainment club called Kitty Nights Burlesque under an alias name along with two partners by her side. Neo Felis a computer guru and security provisions and Jim Balent the Head Bouncer and the Advertising Artist for the Club. Who has secrets about himself. Between the three of them they have made an Empire that has Boosted Catwoman's Criminal Agenda through the secrets of dark men's mind that pollute and cloud the city through Sexual Flirty Entainment. What is good for the goose, is also good for the KITTY!
~DEITY OF THE PAST~
"SHE WHO SCRATCHES"
Lore Of Pakhet. Pakhet was a Feline Goddess during the Middle Kingdom Ages. Both of Earth and a Parellel World. She was similiar to Bastet and Sekhmet taking the form of a Caracal feline. She is the daughter of Maahes and Huntheth both Lion Gods. Maashes her Father was associated with war, protection, and weather. Huntheth her Mother was the Hours of Night. Pakhet attributes her war strength as more inner than outward as she was called "The Night Huntress" with a Sharp Eye and Pointed Claw. Pakhet also has duality roles. She was the Goddess of being an Astral Lone Traveler and venturing off between Worlds. She is the protector of motherhood and fights against venomous creatures. Pakhet's temple on Earth was an underground cavernous shrine near al Minya Egypt. Pakhet's crown has a Solar disk and her amulet is a lioness attacking its prey.She is the Great Grand Daughter To The Egyptian God Ra. But as to who who her Grandmother was, Bastet or Sekhmet is unknown.Pakhet lost her Goddess status of immortality when she was Tricked by a Snake God to become Human and live under reincarnation. Setting her to become more human in each life and forgetting a little more who she is after every death. Kougar knows something of her past being of something of importance with the feline race, but has not discovered yet who she really is. If she does't come to realize she is Pakhet in this life soon, she will never be able to return to her rightful place as the Immortal Cat Goddess Pakhet. And the Snake God will return to spawn his lesser children from her through force and then Kill her. Will Catwoman be able to remember soon who she is??? {Updated 2/1/23}
ISTP's are practical, resourceful, adaptable pragmatists, they possess an excellent capacity for understanding how anything works, displaying logical, detached analysis. They have incredible, powers of observation and a great talent for logical analysis. They love to explore and get their hands dirty {Such As Stealing} touching and examining the world around them with cool rationalism and spirited curiosity.
People with this personality type are moving from project to project, building the useful and the superfluous for the fun of it, and learning from their environment as they go. An ISTP decisions stem from a sense of practical realism, and at their heart is a strong sense of direct fairness,
a “do unto others” attitude.
This type of personality is self-sufficient and very independent, only really happy when undertaking some risky or interesting activity as they display coolness under pressure which helps get things fixed but which may not endear them to those around them.
"CATS COME WHEN THEY FEEL LIKE IT NOT WHEN THEY ARE TOLD"
Ultimately they want to be left alone to live their lives and do their jobs the way they see fit, rarely trying to control others and expecting others not to try to control them. But in a crisis, or when the situation needs in-depth understanding, they will thrive or at least until the crisis is over. They will be difficult to know as they will be quiet outsiders looking in until they are ready. Once they are clear on what needs to be done, they will be difficult to budge and will potentially move too quickly without thinking through all the implications.
However with growth of an Ambivert tendencies they can moderately be comfortable with groups and social interaction to a degree, but also still relish the time alone, away from a crowd. In simpler words, an ambivert is a person whose behaviour changes according to the situation they are in.
Strengths: Optimistic and Energetic | Creative and Practical | Spontaneous and Rational | Know How to Prioritize | Great in a Crisis | Relaxed
~DAEMONS/FAMILIARS/PHOUKA~ Kougar's Daemon Animal Soul is named KiTT. KiTT can move in and out of Kougar's body at her will. It can communicate with Kougar through telepathy. Also KiTT can Change to any type of Feline Big or Small, as well as giving her the use of its power when its inside her. Kougar can see through KiTT's Eyes, use its Claws, Have Heightened Hearing, and Smelling, and have the gift of Speed to be used for her Gain. But the Daemon soul or Familiar when outside of her body cannot go far from her. And she is no longer able to use the extra gifts Heightened Hearing, Smelling, Seeing or Speed with her Familiar separated from her body. And if Injured her familiar needs to be return back to her body in order to be Healed. If kept away to long while injured Both Her and Animal Soul will die. Also KiTT has no gender because it is just a soul.
~HER OTHER GIFT~ {updated 1/7/20} Astral Projecting is another gift she obtained from being a Goddess. Though she doesn't know how this and assumes other reasons. Astral projection can be done by Sleep or a Meditation state where Kougar can Travel anywhere by using the Daemon soul as a cord to her real body. The Spirit body can Travel to other places on Earth, but she cannot be seen by anyone, except those with supernatural abilities themselves. Vampires, Demons, Angels Etc. But to other realms she can be viewed. Also with Great Control of Low vibrations or Telekinesis. Kougar can move objects to some degree only when she puts all of concentrations into it. However this can only be done in an astral projection state.
~APPEARANCE~
"WE ALL WEAR MASKS"
Jet Black Long Hair {I'm Not Butch!} ★_╭∩╮(◣_◢)╭∩╮_★
Blue Gray Eyes Can Change Pupil Shape ★_(♦)_(♦)_★
Height 5'7 W/O Thigh High Boots ★__(♡_♡)__★
All the Right Curves In All the Right Places!!
When Catwoman-Purple Catsuit with Vinyl and Kevlar
At the Club-Naughty Corsets And Negligee
Everywhere else-Anything that looks Sexy!
~HUSH SECRETS~
Stealing, Emeralds, Canary Diamonds, Muscle Cars That PuuuRRR!
The Smell of Cigarette Smoke, Cologne and Alcohol Breath rolled into one.
Her Abilities of her Daemon soul and her gift of astral projection.
(Jim Balent-Weretiger-Ancestral lineage of Panthera Tigris from the Hyborian Age.)
~SECRETS FILED~
She's Owner Of Kitty Nights Burlesque.
Her Penthouse is on the Eastside of Gotham, but she has others.
And one Bunker. {Hidden in one of the tunnels}
Men with Power, she says she can't stand, but some Men with Power can be quite an addiction to her, as she Flirts with the Dark Side. Lex Luthor, and Thomas Wayne are the only two who have Manipulated and used Power over her. But Generally speaking she is the One Who likes to be in Control. In her past Rex Calabrese and Carmine Falcone had Power over her as a Child and Teenager. But she got her Revenge since on them.
She has a soft spot for children in the Gotham Orphanage. And has spent years bringing goods to them anonymously.
She has also done a lot to help the stray cats in Gotham and helps to protect the Big Wild Cats in Gotham's Sanctuary.
She also has two other house cats givien to her called, Obsidian and Violet
Catwoman's Net Worth $80. Million...
~Aliases She Goes By~
Irena Dubrovna or Miss LaPerm-At The Club,
Marguerite Tone, Madame Moderne,
Katarina Kyle,
K or Kat which is most often used.
~ SECRETS OF Hate~ Human Trafficking, Drugs, Guns, Children Used And Abused, Poachers, WereWolves.
Certain people of her past- C. Beritti, Anthony Malficini, Carmine Falcone, First BF, and a couple of Demons past and present.
Her Ride For Getting Around is Victory Hammer 8 Ball Motorcycle
And a 2023 Purple Dodge Charger SRT HellCat Redeye! 203MPH
Unless She is Stealing whatever Ride crosses her Path that she Fancies! Maybe Even YOURS!!!
~NPC~
Bad Boys!
Dr. Troy Hellyar - {FC-Julian McMahon} Billionaire & Founder of LabCorp. Studied in the Genetic Institute of Bio Science & Engineering. He Specializes In Ancestry DNA - BioMetrics, Methylation, Genomic Imprinting. And Womanizing!
Robert Burns III - {FC-Brad Pitt} Senator's Aid
Lee Christmas- {FC-Jason Statham} A Hired gun who carries out his assignments with percision and strict code.
Do You Have Something Catwoman May Want To Steal?
Would You Like To Hire Her To Steal Something From Someone?
Or Maybe You Could Be Involved In Whatever Mischief She Gets Into With Her Enemies?
Do You Want Her To Get Tangled In With Your Enemies?
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☑Kei ☑Dominic ☑Thomas Wayne ☑Caelestra ☑Kilala ☑Kirishima
YOU ADD YOU START!
Does Not Apply Here! I'm Flexible!
But Play By Your Own Rules You Set On Your Page!!
Don't Take Advange Of Mine!!
AND REMEBER CUROSITY KILLED THE CAT!
BUT......
SATISFACTION BROUGHT IT BACK!!
Birthday:
June 5
Character Age
30+
Character Abilites
~MORE ABOUT DAEMONS/FAMILIARS~ Kougar's Daemon Animal Soul can move in and out of Kougars body freely. And can give her the use of its power from the inside, by allowing Kougar to see through its Eyes, use its Claws, Have Heightened Hearing, and Smelling, and have the gift of Speed to be used for her Gain. But the Daemon soul or Familiar when outside of her body cannot go far from her. And if Injured it needs to be return back to her body in order to be Healed. If kept away to long while injured Both Her and Animal Soul will die. ~HER OTHER GIFT~ Astral Projecting is another gift she somehow obtained. Though it is not sure if it was due to the events of her childhood or was predestined. Astral projection can be done by Sleep or a Meditation state where Kougar can Travel anywhere by using the Daemon soul as a cord to her real body. The Spirit body can Travel to other places on Earth, but she cannot be seen by anyone. But to other realms she can be viewed. Also with Great Control of Low vibrations Kougar gives off she can move objects to some degree only when she puts all of concentrations into it.
Hello I'm Kougar Kyle. Address me as my Character. (I'm a 10 + year Vet Rper.) I don't go by the pronoun Fad. Cosplayer & Actresses Used: Kamiko Zero, Jemma Pepper, Nerdy Siren, Alexikens as Catwoman. Katie McGrath, Dita Von Teese as Kyle Herself! Various Pics are used in my Stories! Writer Must Be Over 21. Plotting Ideas Past & Present is Welcomed. All Threads Get Saved. If the Rper Wants to read Our Personal Thread and have access to it, please PM me your email address. Your email remains private. This Character Of Catwoman Is My Take Of Her. If we agree to write together than I expect you to write in a timely manner. The Creation Of Kougar Kyle And Her History Took Years To Develop And Is Ongoing. Don't Steal My Twist To The Character! My Character is a Thief, but I am Not!! Treat Me With Respect In The RP Community!!
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(dear friends, its been a busy couple of months. Im sorry i haven’t been around. I have a dear friend who is nearing the end of his life. So i think it would be easier to come back after Christmas so i can be able to think straight again. ) love you guys!
Jason could just about feel the daggers in the back of his head, or at least, he expected it from the Catwoman. To his surprise, he never heard boots fall, or any remarks from behind. She was smart; anything that she did now would be a chain reaction to the wolves pacing just as far away on the other side. He would be a dead man should he not make it out. Then again that would solve one problem, wouldn’t it?
The man in front of Kei was silent in the meanwhile. A cold stare was trying to find either truth or deception in the demon’s words, for whatever they were worth.
“Do you suggest I let you leave tonight under a promise?” The wolf’s voice growled in agitation.
“I’m suggesting, if she didn’t hire me that night, it would’ve been somebody else,” The demon responded plainly. It did nothing to fix the wolf’s tension. “I was the smoking gun, but who really pulled the trigger?”
“-What of our brothers you have killed, demon!?” The wolf shot back.
There was a silent few moments where he seemed to pause and think. “We can put an end to this tonight, one way or another, but we’ve both been wronged. If you call it a truce tonight, I’ll track down your witch. For the lives of your men, it’s the least that I could do.”
“How can we trust a bottom feeder like you?”
“Demons don’t bargain, humans do. I’m a little of both.” His head tipped as if to gesture backward to Kougar’s position. “Not to mention, thatone will hold me to it. Give us one month to sort this out.”
“Two weeks.”
“Three.”
There was silence. The werewolf outstretched his hand as an offering and the demon eyed it carefully. Steps forward were taken. The handshake itself was a death grip, meant to break bones if only it could. After a moment or so it was released.
“I never got a name,” The demon prompted.
“Morgan,” the wolf grunted and slowly raised a hand to his jacket pocket.
“Kei.”
When his hand reappeared, there was what looked like a business card. “Three weeks. If we hear no updates, we will hunt down anything and everything you have in this city. Don’t keep us waiting.”
-/-
A few moments passed after the exchange and both parties seemed to take a step back. Neither of them pulled their eyes completely off the other as they went back to either side. Finally, when the gap was large enough and Morgan had climbed out of the train yard back onto the platform, the sound of distant murmuring between the wolves was heard until they disappeared.
Jason made his way to the other side as well. After hopping up to the platform level (favoring the hand he had shaken with), he glanced up to see if Kougar was still present where she had been.
*He watched her from a distance for a while, and then decided to make a move. Pushing through the crowd, bumping into a few buyers here and there until he reaches the same table his purple friend is at. Moving closer to her, until he is standing at her side, he reaches across her and grabs a bag of white pills, steroids it would seem. Totally ignoring the fact that the dealer is talking to her, he makes himself known*
Well, well, well, what do we have here? Is that the only steroids you have available? Oh excuse me, were you about to buy this?
*He positions himself so that he is now facing her. A broad smile across his face as he looks into her eyes, looking her over from head to toe*
Where are my manners, my name is Blake, Thomas Blake, Merc for hire, burglar and assassin at times. Who may I ask are you?
((So sorry for the delay - life just got in the way))
The single room was the result of Dominic’s new life’s work. It took the patience of the last decade to build, and the work of mages and witches alike to properly protect. All in all, he was a small fish in the grand scheme of supernatural collectors, but his selectiveness in collecting made up for that. The man’s arms crossed while he waited for her to make an assessment, dawdling along behind her and waiting for signs of fatigue from the Catwoman. It affected visitors all differently.
When she looked back at the vampire, he had peeled off the hoodie and dropped it atop one of the benches in the middle of the room. The two were still a sight to behold, still riddled with dust, debris, and wine from the cellar battle.
“You laugh my dear, but that answer depends on your intentions. Do you simply want to allure someone, or would you rather-” His words cut short when her attention span moved on, just like that. The vampire’s brow arched high in a manner of ‘excuse you?’ but it didn’t stay there for long. His amber hues darted in the direction that her own were facing. He walked toward the case and came to stand beside her with his arms crossed.
His gaze fell on the greenish turquoise stone embellished with gold. “The amulet you see was said to be owned by an enchantress, many ago. It serves as an amplifier for healing spells and incantations, but it takes a skilled mage to activate it. Magical items often hold the energy of their owners, sometimes even over centuries. Anyone that is the least bit energy sensitive would sense it.” He glanced at Kougar. “However, items that hold enough power can grow unstable over time. Everything has a breaking point, at some point or another.”
Dominic then studied the pocket watch placed beside it. The center mechanism had a fiery glow that seemed foreign to most metals. "The story goes, there was once a young man that summoned a deity of death with the intention of using its power. When the mortal couldn't contain the deity, the human begged and claimed its intentions were to hold off his death. Impressed by the mortal's ability to summon it, rather than take his life, the deity granted the man a gift. With enough spins of the seconds hand, the pocket watch can slow down time for the person who holds it. If you spin the wrong hand, or even choose the wrong direction, the results can be entirely different. This one we have tested, albeit only lightly."
The vampire stepped back from the case. There was movement from the center of the room. Dominic’s gaze darted behind them. The door from behind the main counter opened and then closed.
Out stepped a figure whose speculative blue eyes darted between the two. The young man looked to be in his early thirties. His frame was just as wiry as it was tall. It was paired with a pale complexion and long, brown hair that fell straight past his shoulders. He wore darker skinny jeans and a denim jacket, along with a loose black tank top underneath it.
“Look what the cat dragged in I guess? Ah?” The stare ultimately landed on Dominic. “You look like shit, Chief.”
“What in fucking Hell are you doing here?” Dominic demanded, hissing through his teeth. Static seemed to fill the air around the man once more.
“I’m getting my work done, happy?”
“No, seeing you aren’t capable of doing your work during regular hours, let alone by the time we expect it,” Dom answered blatantly. “Answer the question.”
The stranger’s eye roll in the meanwhile was the equivalent of a middle finger shot back. “If you’d loosen up we wouldn’t have to worry so much about it. Ever thought about blowing off some steam? Have a drink, get laid for a night? -Touchy subject?” The man sneered and walked closer to prop his elbows on the counter. “Dahlia’s orders, she wanted it done tonight and I needed extra time. It’s already in the ritual room. I’ve just about gotten the seal off, I just have to wait for the rest of the candles to burn down.”
The vampire gritted his teeth together. If looks could kill, it seemed that it would have been done long ago.
Those lofty blue hues rolled over to Kougar. He smelled trouble on the two… but did Dahlia know about it yet? Who knew what the mosquito was up to. The man’s angular face turned toward the Catwoman with a little more intrigue. “Who’s your friend there? What kinda mess has he dragged you into tonight?” The stranger’s accent was a mix of things. It included a southern drawl that slipped out on certain words and phrases.
The wards of the business had greeted Dominic for once, with the absence of the rings. He could forget about the sensation on most days, whether he was guarded against it or not. Only the basement proved to be a hindrance to even the vampire no matter how unpleasant just walking down the basement steps could be. For that reason alone his eyes were on the door while he spoke. The Catwoman was spared his vigilance until they would approach the bottom of the steps and the final piece of the key was realized to be missing. He felt her heart rate fluctuate somewhere in the back of his subconscious thoughts. A vampire could have all the heightened senses in the world, but it didn’t mean they were all honed in.
“You should have Dahlia look into that book,” Dominic commented upon hearing her mumbling—not quite knowing why. “Until then, I wouldn’t open it. Mages and magicians are a different breed when it comes to their belongings.”
The vampire’s hand was held out for the rings, which were slipped on with one hand once all three had been dropped into his palm. The glamours they provided slipped over his form once more. Life returned to the otherwise dead man’s complexion and thirst-started eyes took on their golden amber hue. He felt nothing as they did, besides the sense of security from the weight being around his fingers once more.
“Careful my dear, that almost sounds like flattery,” Dominic teased in a cordial tone, but it said nothing of disagreement. A smile was present at the corners of his mouth. “Good help is hard to find you know, let alone efficient. When you find both traits then they probably aren’t human, and they certainly have a price.”
-/-
Dominic’s right hand placed itself on the surface of the door while the other crossed over to open it. As the door released and opened, the pressure of the wards intensified. The weight of their magic washed over the two with a sudden sense of exhaustion and left a sense of pressure like sitting in the depths of a pool. Once Dom stepped through, he held the door open and waited. His eyes were on Kougar for how she would respond. Most would grow acclimated to the sensation, but the thought of sprinting across the room without collapsing was unthinkable.
The room was long, narrow, and deceivingly larger than the floor plan above them. The dully carpeted floors worked to deafen sound as one walked, just as the thickness of the maroon walls did. Approaching the center of the long room, one side of the wall housed a wooden counter that was closed off at one end. Along the center of the room were padded benches for the possibility of patrons waiting for wares or simply needing a break.
Along the walls were oak cases stained a warm color that brought an ounce of life into the room, reaching up to the ceiling. Table-like cases stood out on occasion to showcase items set within them. Most were locked, without external handles to tug on. The glass windows allowed a look into the display of various objects; some were cryptic, others less so. They housed anywhere from closed chests, to archaic boxes with writings of Latin and other languages. Talismans, knives, spears, candles, skulls, animal remains, skulls, and vials of different colored liquids of questionable sources and uses. There were two vault doors placed along the wall opposite the counter. The furthest back door was painted a charcoal color and left closed.
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Happy New Years & Belated Merry Christmas Friends!! I miss you ALL!!
Merry Christmas and Happy New Year - Kit-Kat <3 !!!!!!!!
(dear friends, its been a busy couple of months. Im sorry i haven’t been around. I have a dear friend who is nearing the end of his life. So i think it would be easier to come back after Christmas so i can be able to think straight again. ) love you guys!
Happy Thanksgiving Kit-Kat!!!!!!! <3
Jason could just about feel the daggers in the back of his head, or at least, he expected it from the Catwoman. To his surprise, he never heard boots fall, or any remarks from behind. She was smart; anything that she did now would be a chain reaction to the wolves pacing just as far away on the other side. He would be a dead man should he not make it out. Then again that would solve one problem, wouldn’t it?
The man in front of Kei was silent in the meanwhile. A cold stare was trying to find either truth or deception in the demon’s words, for whatever they were worth.
“Do you suggest I let you leave tonight under a promise?” The wolf’s voice growled in agitation.
“I’m suggesting, if she didn’t hire me that night, it would’ve been somebody else,” The demon responded plainly. It did nothing to fix the wolf’s tension. “I was the smoking gun, but who really pulled the trigger?”
“-What of our brothers you have killed, demon!?” The wolf shot back.
There was a silent few moments where he seemed to pause and think. “We can put an end to this tonight, one way or another, but we’ve both been wronged. If you call it a truce tonight, I’ll track down your witch. For the lives of your men, it’s the least that I could do.”
“How can we trust a bottom feeder like you?”
“Demons don’t bargain, humans do. I’m a little of both.” His head tipped as if to gesture backward to Kougar’s position. “Not to mention, that one will hold me to it. Give us one month to sort this out.”
“Two weeks.”
“Three.”
There was silence. The werewolf outstretched his hand as an offering and the demon eyed it carefully. Steps forward were taken. The handshake itself was a death grip, meant to break bones if only it could. After a moment or so it was released.
“I never got a name,” The demon prompted.
“Morgan,” the wolf grunted and slowly raised a hand to his jacket pocket.
“Kei.”
When his hand reappeared, there was what looked like a business card. “Three weeks. If we hear no updates, we will hunt down anything and everything you have in this city. Don’t keep us waiting.”
-/-
A few moments passed after the exchange and both parties seemed to take a step back. Neither of them pulled their eyes completely off the other as they went back to either side. Finally, when the gap was large enough and Morgan had climbed out of the train yard back onto the platform, the sound of distant murmuring between the wolves was heard until they disappeared.
Jason made his way to the other side as well. After hopping up to the platform level (favoring the hand he had shaken with), he glanced up to see if Kougar was still present where she had been.
*He watched her from a distance for a while, and then decided to make a move. Pushing through the crowd, bumping into a few buyers here and there until he reaches the same table his purple friend is at. Moving closer to her, until he is standing at her side, he reaches across her and grabs a bag of white pills, steroids it would seem. Totally ignoring the fact that the dealer is talking to her, he makes himself known*
Well, well, well, what do we have here? Is that the only steroids you have available? Oh excuse me, were you about to buy this?
*He positions himself so that he is now facing her. A broad smile across his face as he looks into her eyes, looking her over from head to toe*
Where are my manners, my name is Blake, Thomas Blake, Merc for hire, burglar and assassin at times. Who may I ask are you?
((So sorry for the delay - life just got in the way))
The single room was the result of Dominic’s new life’s work. It took the patience of the last decade to build, and the work of mages and witches alike to properly protect. All in all, he was a small fish in the grand scheme of supernatural collectors, but his selectiveness in collecting made up for that. The man’s arms crossed while he waited for her to make an assessment, dawdling along behind her and waiting for signs of fatigue from the Catwoman. It affected visitors all differently.
When she looked back at the vampire, he had peeled off the hoodie and dropped it atop one of the benches in the middle of the room. The two were still a sight to behold, still riddled with dust, debris, and wine from the cellar battle.
“You laugh my dear, but that answer depends on your intentions. Do you simply want to allure someone, or would you rather-” His words cut short when her attention span moved on, just like that. The vampire’s brow arched high in a manner of ‘excuse you?’ but it didn’t stay there for long. His amber hues darted in the direction that her own were facing. He walked toward the case and came to stand beside her with his arms crossed.
His gaze fell on the greenish turquoise stone embellished with gold. “The amulet you see was said to be owned by an enchantress, many ago. It serves as an amplifier for healing spells and incantations, but it takes a skilled mage to activate it. Magical items often hold the energy of their owners, sometimes even over centuries. Anyone that is the least bit energy sensitive would sense it.” He glanced at Kougar. “However, items that hold enough power can grow unstable over time. Everything has a breaking point, at some point or another.”
Dominic then studied the pocket watch placed beside it. The center mechanism had a fiery glow that seemed foreign to most metals. "The story goes, there was once a young man that summoned a deity of death with the intention of using its power. When the mortal couldn't contain the deity, the human begged and claimed its intentions were to hold off his death. Impressed by the mortal's ability to summon it, rather than take his life, the deity granted the man a gift. With enough spins of the seconds hand, the pocket watch can slow down time for the person who holds it. If you spin the wrong hand, or even choose the wrong direction, the results can be entirely different. This one we have tested, albeit only lightly."
The vampire stepped back from the case. There was movement from the center of the room. Dominic’s gaze darted behind them. The door from behind the main counter opened and then closed.
Out stepped a figure whose speculative blue eyes darted between the two. The young man looked to be in his early thirties. His frame was just as wiry as it was tall. It was paired with a pale complexion and long, brown hair that fell straight past his shoulders. He wore darker skinny jeans and a denim jacket, along with a loose black tank top underneath it.
“Look what the cat dragged in I guess? Ah?” The stare ultimately landed on Dominic. “You look like shit, Chief.”
“What in fucking Hell are you doing here?” Dominic demanded, hissing through his teeth. Static seemed to fill the air around the man once more.
“I’m getting my work done, happy?”
“No, seeing you aren’t capable of doing your work during regular hours, let alone by the time we expect it,” Dom answered blatantly. “Answer the question.”
The stranger’s eye roll in the meanwhile was the equivalent of a middle finger shot back. “If you’d loosen up we wouldn’t have to worry so much about it. Ever thought about blowing off some steam? Have a drink, get laid for a night? -Touchy subject?” The man sneered and walked closer to prop his elbows on the counter. “Dahlia’s orders, she wanted it done tonight and I needed extra time. It’s already in the ritual room. I’ve just about gotten the seal off, I just have to wait for the rest of the candles to burn down.”
The vampire gritted his teeth together. If looks could kill, it seemed that it would have been done long ago.
Those lofty blue hues rolled over to Kougar. He smelled trouble on the two… but did Dahlia know about it yet? Who knew what the mosquito was up to. The man’s angular face turned toward the Catwoman with a little more intrigue. “Who’s your friend there? What kinda mess has he dragged you into tonight?” The stranger’s accent was a mix of things. It included a southern drawl that slipped out on certain words and phrases.
The wards of the business had greeted Dominic for once, with the absence of the rings. He could forget about the sensation on most days, whether he was guarded against it or not. Only the basement proved to be a hindrance to even the vampire no matter how unpleasant just walking down the basement steps could be. For that reason alone his eyes were on the door while he spoke. The Catwoman was spared his vigilance until they would approach the bottom of the steps and the final piece of the key was realized to be missing. He felt her heart rate fluctuate somewhere in the back of his subconscious thoughts. A vampire could have all the heightened senses in the world, but it didn’t mean they were all honed in.
“You should have Dahlia look into that book,” Dominic commented upon hearing her mumbling—not quite knowing why. “Until then, I wouldn’t open it. Mages and magicians are a different breed when it comes to their belongings.”
The vampire’s hand was held out for the rings, which were slipped on with one hand once all three had been dropped into his palm. The glamours they provided slipped over his form once more. Life returned to the otherwise dead man’s complexion and thirst-started eyes took on their golden amber hue. He felt nothing as they did, besides the sense of security from the weight being around his fingers once more.
“Careful my dear, that almost sounds like flattery,” Dominic teased in a cordial tone, but it said nothing of disagreement. A smile was present at the corners of his mouth. “Good help is hard to find you know, let alone efficient. When you find both traits then they probably aren’t human, and they certainly have a price.”
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Dominic’s right hand placed itself on the surface of the door while the other crossed over to open it. As the door released and opened, the pressure of the wards intensified. The weight of their magic washed over the two with a sudden sense of exhaustion and left a sense of pressure like sitting in the depths of a pool. Once Dom stepped through, he held the door open and waited. His eyes were on Kougar for how she would respond. Most would grow acclimated to the sensation, but the thought of sprinting across the room without collapsing was unthinkable.
The room was long, narrow, and deceivingly larger than the floor plan above them. The dully carpeted floors worked to deafen sound as one walked, just as the thickness of the maroon walls did. Approaching the center of the long room, one side of the wall housed a wooden counter that was closed off at one end. Along the center of the room were padded benches for the possibility of patrons waiting for wares or simply needing a break.
Along the walls were oak cases stained a warm color that brought an ounce of life into the room, reaching up to the ceiling. Table-like cases stood out on occasion to showcase items set within them. Most were locked, without external handles to tug on. The glass windows allowed a look into the display of various objects; some were cryptic, others less so. They housed anywhere from closed chests, to archaic boxes with writings of Latin and other languages. Talismans, knives, spears, candles, skulls, animal remains, skulls, and vials of different colored liquids of questionable sources and uses. There were two vault doors placed along the wall opposite the counter. The furthest back door was painted a charcoal color and left closed.
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