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  Sniper July 17, 2024 at 12:39pm

  [ Hello! And you're very welcome! I'm not new to this site but this profile is new and I've just finished setting it up. Can I just say, very VERY cool character and concept. Wow! Not sure if you are accepting new threads but I'd love to plot if you're interested! ]
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  D R A C U L A July 15, 2024 at 1:57pm

  Locking eyes with that of Javier in a battle of wills, Robin remained steadfast in an unwillingness to capitulate, refusing to divert his gaze for even a second in case that should make him appear weak or otherwise inadequate. Not that he in any way sought the Spaniard's acclaim in this most ungentlemanly of matters, nay, he simply indulged a beastly predatory instinct to assert dominance over the man. 

  Meanwhile, each poisonous word spewed forth from said somebody's lips caused anger to swell in Robin’s chest, fed by memories of a more-than-a-little galling encounter some years ago, building like hot steam in a boiler, getting ready to blow if its expanse could not be contained, a seemingly failing effort as thoughts nonetheless drifted towards bloody murder and creative ways of realising such. 

  However, the younger vampire knew full well the penalty awaiting him should he allow a foolish notion like that to be more than just a mere fantasy – to spring into violent action and then ruin, as even if he were by some means successful in turning the object of his loathing into a pile of smouldering smoking ashes by his feet, he would still meet death in the end. 

  Indeed, as Robin understood it, to slay another of his kind unlawfully, even one as unruly and disrespectful as the one before him,  was one of the grievest of crimes a member of their society could commit, as outlined in the so-called ‘traditions’ – rules Robin by now sadly could recite verbatim.

  A queer notion that was, he thought, all things considered, having a law like that, as it happened on quite a nocturnal basis each and every night that one leech ended the existence of another. Even Robin had done so himself – slain his master thirteen years ago and freeing himself in the process. 

  Of course, doing the deed in broad, umm, nightlight was quite different from behind closed doors, as Robin had back then. Still, it seems that’s all his world has come to now, a web of deceit and hypocrisy spanning the night, with him trying desperately to cling to the concept that goodness will prevail in the end.

  That said, Harker tried to keep his wits about him for now, no matter how loudly his heart cried out for the kill, which took just about all the willpower he had left in him, yet was it enough?  

  Also, to make it easier for himself, he decided to remove his being there from the equation altogether and simply gestured for his mysterious newfound companion Synova to follow in tow as he began to make his way inside the building, with mum’s the word in regards to Javier as he passed him by, attempting to ignore the man and his loud mouth odours completely.

  However, as Robin positioned himself to enter through the nonexistent door, a mocking chuckle echoed through the neighbourhood, compelling him to stop despite what he’d vehemently promised himself.

  "You can't hide your anger from me, hermano. Its stench is all over you, just as it was when I first met you in Prague. It weakens you," Javier sneered, feeding Robin’s wrath further. Still, he couldn’t give in – not now!

  Only, he had no choice but to do so... as when Javier spoke next, he managed to melt all of Robin’s sensibilities all away with but a few words. “Oh, poor little Quincey.” he began, chuckling, “Interminably looking for the man that he killed, sucked dry like a drunkard at his wine bottle. Oh, you know, I am looking for him, too, you know? And once I find him, I shall indeed give him to you. Piece by piece, crowned by a pretty blue ribbon.” A grin formed on Javier’s lips to end his tirade, nearly stretching ear to ear.

  After this, Robin did not know what happened. He had turned to lash out at the other vampire’s throat for daring to threaten his beloved Timothy with a blade raised high into the air that had been hiding within his pocket thus far. Beyond that, however, he couldn’t say, as all of a sudden, with a speed he could not comprehend, Robin found himself on the ground, in pain, with what looked like one of his ribs unceremoniously poking through his skin as well as his shirt, leaking red onto the pavement. 

  “Pathetic attempt, hermano,” Javier said with no attempt to hide his contempt for Robin nor his glee at seeing him humiliated and hurt this way. 

  Moving around like a wounded mouse trapped in a trap, Robin attempted to get up, only to feel a heavy boot pressing down on his sternum, keeping him down. “But I will grant you the favour of not taking your insolence further up the chain of command,” the other vampire said above him with giddiness to his voice, then continued, “Now, you better go on inside and take that pet of yours with you. I don’t dabble in that manner of low-effort blood magic, as it is a blatant disregard for the Masquerade. Not that I’m surprised to see such a thing from you, of course.”

  At the end of his sentence, Javier looked towards Synova, though he could barely muster even as much as a smirk in acknowledgement of the tulpa’s presence, likely not believing him to even be sentient. Javier then spat at Robin and left without another word, his form disappearing behind a building down the street, likely to attend a mission of his own, whatever that be.

  Getting to his feet, finally, Robin felt the heavy cloak of embarrassment fall around his shoulders, as well as the pain subsiding as he spent some blood in order to heal himself faster. Some comforts of undead life, though he could still not bring himself to form more words than the following to Synova in regards to what the shadowy fox had just witnessed; “I’m sorry you should have to see that.”
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  Sweetest Perfections || Multi Muse June 9, 2024 at 9:24pm

  

  Silas & Synova

  

  He felt like he could have stood there for hours snacking on the various samples, what with just how famished he was. Sooner or later, though, somebody would notice. He was going to be reprimanded, whether it would be by the stall's owner, an impatient customer, or some other seemingly unrelated bystander.

  What he didn't expect was to feel a sudden cold, sharp sensation crawling past his ankle. It was as if a breeze had brushed past him, but only reaching so high up. It was subtle and went as quick as it came, but it was enough to stop Silas from nibbling on another sample. He let out a short-lived breath of air and shot a quick glance at his feet, entirely unsure of what he might find, if anything at all.

  There was nothing unusual to be seen. No hives from a yet-to-be discovered allergy, no evidence of a mosquito bite. Everything looked perfectly normal. And yet, it was at that very moment he reached down to touch his ankle that a specific word echoed through his head.

  A warning, faint but perceptible all the same.

  Run.

  At first he wanted to think that he was merely going mad from hunger. Hallucinating to some degree. But try as he might to brush it off as something that would fade with more food eaten, he couldn't help but feel unnerved by how little sense it would make to fabricate such urgency in his head, even subconsciously. Cautious, Silas straightened his position and rolled his eyes ever so slightly to the side, seeking an explanation for what he had not quite heard.

  He caught sight of them immediately. A figure facing his direction. Staring at him a little too long for his comfort. His pale blue eyes met their narrow ones just long enough for him to catch on to their animosity towards him.

  Silas kept still no longer. He heeded the disembodied not-quite-voice's advice and leapt to a bit of shade that was close to him and conveniently positioned in the opposite direction of who he could only assume was danger. Twice he shadow-stepped, putting a small amount of distance between the two of them. After the second jump, he was forced take a pause at a tree trunk and clamp a hand over his mouth in an effort to bring down a sudden, intense feeling of nausea.
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  Sweetest Perfections || Multi Muse May 20, 2024 at 7:24pm

  

  Silas & Synova

  

  Silas had worked hard all day tending to his equine friends, and by the end of it he was feeling tuckered out. He'd planned to go straight home from the stables to get some rest, but the nagging rumbles from his stomach had forced him to take a detour. The closest place to nab a bite to eat was an outdoor food market which was thankfully not too far from his workplace. Regardless, he was too weary and weakened from hunger to go by foot so he hopped aboard a bus that drove him to his destination.

  The market was bustling with ravenous citizens and it proved a challenge to maneuver through them all. At least twice, Silas felt an extraordinary temptation to shadow-step past everybody but he held off to conserve what little energy he had left for as long he could manage.

  There was a sandwich kiosk to his right which didn't appear to be particularly busy at the moment. It seemed like his best bet, so he made a push for its direction. But with every step he took, the more tempting the aroma of freshly baked bread became and the less patient he was able to stay.

  He finally got to the point where he figured one little shortcut probably wouldn't kill him.

  So onwards he leapt, passing from one shadow to another. It was fairly dizzying and disorienting, but he still managed to land on his feet. Most importantly, he was now at the front of the sandwich shop where at last he'd be allowed to sate his appetite.

  Fortune struck him in the form of a plate of free samples on display, so he went for those first. He grabbed four bite-sized bits of sandwich and began to gobble them one by one, completely oblivious to the fact that someone or something was keeping a dangerously close eye on him.
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  Jesidril Pouncers May 4, 2024 at 10:14pm

  " You better stop complaining when we don't have the luxury to stay in a much more comfortable hotel. "

  All those money went towards the infrastructure damages she did last time and the more she thought about it, the more frustrated she gets. She really needed to efficiently scale her own power to not do that again. It was just a pain in the ass. Then again, not like she could help it. Those bastards loved sending a lot of people on her.
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  Jesidril Pouncers April 10, 2024 at 6:02am

  " First of all, we're in a hotel and I'm not planning to stay for long. Second, cut that shit out because I ain't gonna pay for it, and third, stop bothering me. "

  Fucking bullshit, why was everyone out to piss her off? All she wanted was to be alone and yet these people. . . and creatures would pop themselves out just to pounce at her out of nowhere. Fucking pricks.
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  Agnes November 3, 2023 at 7:22pm

   The giggle he chased teased his ears like a breeze drifting away. The more the shade followed it, the deeper into a maze of alleyways he went. Until...silence, the shade was left in an allyway out toward a street, however the sound of a little girl sobbing quietly could be heard behind a dumpster, curled up and shivering. What he saw was a projection, like an old movie reel being played, the image of the weeping girl flickered. She looked about the age of eleven, the projection brought in a car that parked beside opening of the alleyway, three men in suits and slicked back hair approached the girl, two of their faces fizzled in static. 
  
  Fear and rage entwined as the shadows engulfed her form, turning the small girl into a grotesque monster. The wolf skull materialized under a cloud of shadow that formed into the body of a wolf the size of an eighteen-wheel truck. In the blink of an eye, the two men with static faces were cut in half, their legs fell limply to the ground with blood dripping from her maw. The third man was clearer than the other two, a Japanese man raising his arms in surrender. The words that left his mouth were hard to hear, as if spoken underwater, but it was enough to halt the approach of the girl, her frame shrank back to her human self as the shadows left her in a cloud of smoke.
  
  The projection ended there, leaving the shade by himself. In the distance on the road, a few blocks down, two silhouettes ran by.
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  Agnes September 5, 2023 at 5:59pm

  A chortle escaped the voice, one that reverberated the space around him. A figure began to appear, a girl with pale skin, raven colored hair spilling over her shoulders and floating as if underwater. She was in distance, floating in space, the features of her face was blurred. The more the shade focused on her the more the outline of a looming, colossal figure appeared behind her, something almost wolf-like, but would vanish once their attention shifted.

  "It's a little too late for apologies, my dear. Game first, and food later!"

  The voice seemed to be emanating from both the girl and the figure behind her in unison. The void around them phased to white, Synova's form could now be seen as fox-like, it made the girl giggle quietly. The figure behind her vanished completely. Her hand raised, pointing one finger up. If the fox chose to peer above him, he would see all of Manhattan upside down, falling toward him....faster...and faster, until he was met with the pavement and blacked out.

  His vision would blur awake in an alley, the city he was running through just a moment ago was completely in black and white, the sky covered in storm clouds as gusts of winds came and went, weather just before a heavy storm. The voice that he heard just before rang in his head, however it was just the girl, whispering in an enticing manner.

  "Come find me...little fox.~"
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  Agnes September 5, 2023 at 2:19pm

  When Agnes sat down, Spencer was gazing at her steadily from behind the counter, cleaning a glass. "It's been a rough night, you should get some rest." Said the blonde-haired bartender, his hair was at medium length slightly disheveled, a pair of blue glasses sat casually on the bridge of his nose. Agnes looked a little exhausted as she stared at her drink.
  
  "Maybe you're right, Spence." She muttered quietly, the bartender was like a surrogate father to her, having took her in as a delinquent on the streets begging for work. It was moments like these where she would reminisce-
  
  Spencer would see Agnes' eyes going dark, her blue hues lost in black haze as her body slowly sunk as it went limp. The bartender immediately dropped the glass in his hands to catch the demoness and pull her over the counter with relative ease. His strength, something only Agnes knew about, showed for a split second as he did. The crack of the glass brought the attention of the customers to Spencer holding Agnes' unconscious body, hastily taking her upstairs to her apartment. When he arrived, he kicked open the door with his heel, not even the deadbolt lock could stop him as Spencer took Agnes to lay in her bed. Her "apartment" was an empty penthouse with one couch, a tv, and her bed due to the generosity of a certain vampire. Spencer pulled out his phone, calling the reinforcements that knew would help her.
  
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  It was dark.

  A vice grip like no other held the shade still in a limitless void, an unseen force. Then...a voice, one that sounded like a unison of hers and something sinister.
  A chortle was heard first.
  
  "Well....what do we have here? A free meal? Or a free game just for us?"

  The voice was hard to source a location, it was coming from everywhere.
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  D R A C U L A March 9, 2023 at 12:22pm

  Leaping ahead as with the cat’s sprightly and agile grace, the leech moves with an unnatural and continuous series of quick and fluent motions such as no human body could conceivably replicate, owing his extra speed to a hurry spurned from hell. And whereto he goes, propelled forth by that haste and traversing in his stride from rooftop to rooftop with laughable ease, so too does the dark spectre, who follows close in tow abaft and even so mischievously dances around his feet. Of course, this tests the young vampire’s patience immensely, yet he still partakes in the playful interaction nonetheless and gives the strange stranger an as-of-yet unearned benefit of the doubt and entertains whatever queer game is being played on him. Still, Robin does not trust the so-called fox Synova enough to lower his guard, which is probably very wise. But as he saw no clever and diplomatic way of ridding himself of this apparent eidolon without offending it, he allowed it, for now, to eel around him in any way it so wished, persevering the dance no matter how uncomfortable it made him feel. Robin wondered, as well, while in unbroken running, what it could possibly want from him, a lowly ranked vampire. Surely there was more to this than what seemed to him like just plain-old curiosity? Hmm.

  Finally arriving at their destination, thoughts having to be put aside and whereupon landing on ground level after having scaled rooftops and façades in much a spider-like manner, they, Robin and Synova, come now upon a warehouse, or office establishment, crammed between two other buildings. Strangely enough, Robin noticed the front door was opened, which caused some noticeable concern, though more so because it was not simply ajar or opened fully, but rather it was torn asunder into a thousand tiny shreds, the bare remains of splintered wood clinging pathetically to strained iron hinges. A man now stood in lieu of the door, fidgeting in its ruined frame, clad in sumptuous black leather and slowly trailing pale claw-tipped fingers across its edge. He was of medium height, slightly shorter than Robin and much lankier, with raven dark hair, flowy, like the wind. Upon turning and facing the duo, his face was shown as rather sharp, his features well-defined and equally balanced, his eyes a brownish hazel and bearing a striking sociopathic calm. He asks, enunciating the words annoyingly clearly and dripping with condescending spite, “So, you’ve finally decided to join us, hermano?” 

  Robin’s lips strain, muscles tightening in his body like a slingshot waiting to be let loose; “Javier.” He easily matches the man’s unpleasant tone. “So they have become forlorn to send out the gutter trash, have they?” The man known now to Synova as Javier simply grins. He does not seem to have taken notice of the fox. Yet…  “Ay dios mío - how impudent we are today,” he cries out like he was stabbed with a dagger through the heart, feigning offence. “Forgotten our manners back home in our beloved Europe, have we?  And also –” A moment is taken, his intended words robbed from his tongue as Javier’s eyes, previously uninterested and dismissive, start piquing with interest. “Gloria he aquí, un zorro negro… What in the hell is that?” There it is, he has noticed.

  In response, Robin shrugs his shoulders and looks to his companion, then back to Javier. “It is Synova?”