Chronicles of The Omniverse Archived Lutetia City: Lupaix
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as written by Tiko
"Let's go then," he said as he led the way back down to the street.
The van looked like it had seen better days, and one side had a scrape down the full length of one side. The scent of blood was thick as well, and should Eliza seek out its source it wouldn't be hard to find. The back seats of the van were all laid down, and the blood on them was thick enough that it hadn't managed to dry beyond a thick tacky substance yet.
As Bastien got behind the wheel he turned the engine on, waiting for Eliza to get in before pulling away.
"Let's go then," he said as he led the way back down to the street.
The van looked like it had seen better days, and one side had a scrape down the full length of one side. The scent of blood was thick as well, and should Eliza seek out its source it wouldn't be hard to find. The back seats of the van were all laid down, and the blood on them was thick enough that it hadn't managed to dry beyond a thick tacky substance yet.
As Bastien got behind the wheel he turned the engine on, waiting for Eliza to get in before pulling away.
as written by LuLu6214
Eliza slid into the front seat of the car and slammed the door, the heavy scent of blood put her on edge "Love what you've done with the place." she jokingly muttered. Her breathing quickened and anticipation built, she was ready for the hunt and it was easy to see her feral nature peeking through.
Eliza slid into the front seat of the car and slammed the door, the heavy scent of blood put her on edge "Love what you've done with the place." she jokingly muttered. Her breathing quickened and anticipation built, she was ready for the hunt and it was easy to see her feral nature peeking through.
as written by Lobos
Grimacing throughout the watch on the rooftop, Riaze gave up on attempting to physically see long ago, instead drawing off his hat and listening. The echoes through the city made it hard to pinpoint, but one thing was brutally clear. "This is gonna be one bitch of a job."
Unsure of how much time had passed, the lycan noted a car approach and pause in front of the building, edging his head over to peer down below. Watching as the female and the cub entered the vehicle. Watching it drive away, he waited until it was further along the street, signaling for a turn, then turned to his nephew and tapped his shoulder. "Alright, we're moving again. They headed out in a car, and we're going to follow it."
Grinning a moment, Riaze simply climbed over the roof's edge and dropped, rolling as his feet struck the sidewalk and muttering a thanking word that the street beyond it was vacant, regarding the heavy package across his back with a bemused smirk. Waiting for Chase's descent, Riaze scented the vehicles previous location, fixing the acrid combination of odors to memory and glancing back down the street.
Grimacing throughout the watch on the rooftop, Riaze gave up on attempting to physically see long ago, instead drawing off his hat and listening. The echoes through the city made it hard to pinpoint, but one thing was brutally clear. "This is gonna be one bitch of a job."
Unsure of how much time had passed, the lycan noted a car approach and pause in front of the building, edging his head over to peer down below. Watching as the female and the cub entered the vehicle. Watching it drive away, he waited until it was further along the street, signaling for a turn, then turned to his nephew and tapped his shoulder. "Alright, we're moving again. They headed out in a car, and we're going to follow it."
Grinning a moment, Riaze simply climbed over the roof's edge and dropped, rolling as his feet struck the sidewalk and muttering a thanking word that the street beyond it was vacant, regarding the heavy package across his back with a bemused smirk. Waiting for Chase's descent, Riaze scented the vehicles previous location, fixing the acrid combination of odors to memory and glancing back down the street.
as written by Sokka and Abraxas
Earlier in the night...
Renard turned into an alley way and turn the van off. He slammed his hands against the wheel, his side was stinging from the slice but he figured that his wounds would heal in a few days time. “Fuck!” He muttered slamming his hands against the wheel again.
He knew he couldn’t stay here long but he wasn’t sure where they could go. Thikning for a moment he reached into his jacket and pulled out his phone looking up the number for Jean-Pierre and dialing. It began to ring….”come on pick up…pick up. “ He muttered
A single eye opened in the darkness, and it was promptly blinded by a bright light, the source of which also eminating a rather annoying sound, that of plastic vibrating rabidly against hard wood. Immediately annoyed by the ceaselessness of it all, Jean-Pierre pushed aside the whore lain across his chest and sat up, leaning forward to grab at his cellphone. He unlocked it, noted the missed call icon at the top with a red '3' located at the upper right corner of it.
"I'll bet that's Bastien..." he muttered to the darkness, who else would insist on blowing up his phone as much. Sometimes it almost convinced him to learn how to pick up. Almost. Speaking of picking up, the phone was still ringing in his hand, and he dragged his thumb to the right on the screen to answer the call, placing it against his head.
"Mmm, yes?" He mumbled into the phone, voice hoarse from both sleep and that nightly activities he had participated in earlier.
“Jean-Pierre? It’s Renard where are you right now?” He asked in a quick almost panicked tone.
Panic in a voice, now there was something that had a firm habit of shooting up Jean-Pierre's red flags. At the very least, he could be thankful that the voice on the other side of the phone, a voice belonging to one Jean Renard, wasn't manic. He'd take panic over manic any day.
"I'm where I am every night, Renard, in a comfortable bed surrounded by nameless and naked people. What is it? What's happened?"
"Have you not gotten called yet? Look some shit's going down and I need help." Renard said pausing to collect his thoughts.
"My shops been hit and we had to clear out, I need you to meet me with a van or a truck or something, I gotta ditch this van I've got now, can you do that?"
A truck or a van? Those vehicles both shared one thing in common; They could be used to transport large things. Such as furniture. Or bodies. But usually furniture.
"Of course I can do that, what am I, a child? Hell, even if I didn't own one myself, it's not like I'm morally oblidged to not straight up steal one. Is everybody okay?"
Renard laughed only to wince from his wound. He listened to the following question. "I'm not sure, I'll explain more when you get here but meet me in the alley off of Sienne St. by Rienne's Tavern."
"Alright, I'll be there shortly." He replied curtly, removing the phone from his head and ending the call with a finger press. The room was once again greeted by darkness, and he set off.
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The drive over wasn't particularily eventful, which is to say that it wasn't eventful at all. He was, fortunately, familiar with Sienne St, having owned an apartment that was located just off of it to the West. Rienne's Tavern, on the other hand, didn't ring any bells, but the building easily identified itself with a rather large, hanging sign out front of it.
After turning into it, he was met with the sight of another van, and whom he assumed to be Renard located in proximity to it. The van itself had a motorcycle lodged in the front windshield of it, and Jean-Pierre couldn't help but chuckle at the sight of it. It was if they had participated in some elaborate street chase, and it ended with the driver of said motorcycle hitting some jump and landing on the van.
To keep with the movie blending into real life theme, Jean-Pierre smirked and flashed the headlights twice, as if they were in some hardboiled noir film.
Renard chuckled at the flash slightly, before returning the gesture. He got out of the van and stood in front to greet Jean- Pierre. He looked ragged soaked through his shirt, and he was covered in sweat. He leaned on the front of the van clutching his side. However he moved away slightly after realizing he had just leaned in Lyon's blood that had been spatted across the van.
Jean-Pierre sat there for a moment, observing Renard do... nothing. At least, nothing besides lean on the front of the van, favoring his side and then seemingly moving away soon after.
"Ooooohkay?" He asked the empty passenger seat. If he was being honest, he expected something more to happen after the badass signal he had given, and gave a disappointed sigh as he reached for the door handle and opened it, getting out.
Shutting the vehicle door behind him, he locked it as he walked away and toward Renard, taking in the rather grotesque display of blood and flesh as he approached the front grill of the van.
"Alright, so, I'm no detective, but let me take a crack at this case here. I'm going to guess that whoever this is - or rather - was, was the owner of that motorcyle there."
"Actually, no but damn near close enough both were Scions, they attacked my shop, I gotta a call to clear the weapons out before they showed but they arrived while we were leaving."
Renard said as he rested a hand on the van, "We gotta move the crates from this van to your's then ditch this thing. I don't know what's happened Marc and Carlisle, they were holding the buggers off and told me to ditch. We don't have much time, god only know's what's going down and how long it might take trouble to find us." He said as he walked over and threw the van door open already grabbing a crate to move into Jean-Pierre's van.
"Both? There were two? Where's the other one, he's not in there with him, is he?" He asked, nodding towards the grill of the van. Surely that wasn't enough gore for two people.
Renard shook his head "Marc and Carlisle were holding off the others while I got the supplies out of there." Renard said.
Jean-Pierre nodded and began to help move the crates over from one van to the back of another. He silently cursed himself as he did so, and cursed Renard as well. He should have told him they'd be moving stuff, that way he would have parked the van closer. Such an inconvenience. Before long, they had moved them all from the original vehicle to his own.
"Alright, so two questions. First, how do we get rid of the murder machine over there, and second, where are we taking all these supplies?"
"Help me get this bike out of the windshield? I'd rather not drive with this in there anymore." He said as he moved toward the van to grab one end of the bike.
Jean-Pierre nodded and gave an affirmative grunt before walking over and helping Renard dislodge the wrecked bike from the shattered windshield of the van.
"I gotta get me one of these, you know. Just one that isn't... broken. Or covered in blood. Or about to be destroyed because it's evidence otherwise."
Renard nodded, "I hope they got mine otta there." He muttered, "Lets put this one in the your van van,then we'll toss the bike in the river .Then go find a place to torch the van. Then we will regroup at Reinhard's. I can't see the den being very safe right now." He muttered.
He raised a hand to scratch at the stubble forming on his neck before dropping it back down to his side. With a sigh that revealed some form of personal defeat, Jean-Pierre shrugged and wheeled the destroyed motorcycle to the back of his van. From there, he drove to a more wooded area of the river that ran through Lutetia and got rid of the cycle.
He followed Renard after and they set the bloodied and broken van ablaze, afterwards the two set out to Reinhard's. When the arrived, Jean-Pierre glanced at the piercing red numerals located on the vehicles dashboard. 4:03 AM.
Earlier in the night...
Renard turned into an alley way and turn the van off. He slammed his hands against the wheel, his side was stinging from the slice but he figured that his wounds would heal in a few days time. “Fuck!” He muttered slamming his hands against the wheel again.
He knew he couldn’t stay here long but he wasn’t sure where they could go. Thikning for a moment he reached into his jacket and pulled out his phone looking up the number for Jean-Pierre and dialing. It began to ring….”come on pick up…pick up. “ He muttered
A single eye opened in the darkness, and it was promptly blinded by a bright light, the source of which also eminating a rather annoying sound, that of plastic vibrating rabidly against hard wood. Immediately annoyed by the ceaselessness of it all, Jean-Pierre pushed aside the whore lain across his chest and sat up, leaning forward to grab at his cellphone. He unlocked it, noted the missed call icon at the top with a red '3' located at the upper right corner of it.
"I'll bet that's Bastien..." he muttered to the darkness, who else would insist on blowing up his phone as much. Sometimes it almost convinced him to learn how to pick up. Almost. Speaking of picking up, the phone was still ringing in his hand, and he dragged his thumb to the right on the screen to answer the call, placing it against his head.
"Mmm, yes?" He mumbled into the phone, voice hoarse from both sleep and that nightly activities he had participated in earlier.
“Jean-Pierre? It’s Renard where are you right now?” He asked in a quick almost panicked tone.
Panic in a voice, now there was something that had a firm habit of shooting up Jean-Pierre's red flags. At the very least, he could be thankful that the voice on the other side of the phone, a voice belonging to one Jean Renard, wasn't manic. He'd take panic over manic any day.
"I'm where I am every night, Renard, in a comfortable bed surrounded by nameless and naked people. What is it? What's happened?"
"Have you not gotten called yet? Look some shit's going down and I need help." Renard said pausing to collect his thoughts.
"My shops been hit and we had to clear out, I need you to meet me with a van or a truck or something, I gotta ditch this van I've got now, can you do that?"
A truck or a van? Those vehicles both shared one thing in common; They could be used to transport large things. Such as furniture. Or bodies. But usually furniture.
"Of course I can do that, what am I, a child? Hell, even if I didn't own one myself, it's not like I'm morally oblidged to not straight up steal one. Is everybody okay?"
Renard laughed only to wince from his wound. He listened to the following question. "I'm not sure, I'll explain more when you get here but meet me in the alley off of Sienne St. by Rienne's Tavern."
"Alright, I'll be there shortly." He replied curtly, removing the phone from his head and ending the call with a finger press. The room was once again greeted by darkness, and he set off.
____
The drive over wasn't particularily eventful, which is to say that it wasn't eventful at all. He was, fortunately, familiar with Sienne St, having owned an apartment that was located just off of it to the West. Rienne's Tavern, on the other hand, didn't ring any bells, but the building easily identified itself with a rather large, hanging sign out front of it.
After turning into it, he was met with the sight of another van, and whom he assumed to be Renard located in proximity to it. The van itself had a motorcycle lodged in the front windshield of it, and Jean-Pierre couldn't help but chuckle at the sight of it. It was if they had participated in some elaborate street chase, and it ended with the driver of said motorcycle hitting some jump and landing on the van.
To keep with the movie blending into real life theme, Jean-Pierre smirked and flashed the headlights twice, as if they were in some hardboiled noir film.
Renard chuckled at the flash slightly, before returning the gesture. He got out of the van and stood in front to greet Jean- Pierre. He looked ragged soaked through his shirt, and he was covered in sweat. He leaned on the front of the van clutching his side. However he moved away slightly after realizing he had just leaned in Lyon's blood that had been spatted across the van.
Jean-Pierre sat there for a moment, observing Renard do... nothing. At least, nothing besides lean on the front of the van, favoring his side and then seemingly moving away soon after.
"Ooooohkay?" He asked the empty passenger seat. If he was being honest, he expected something more to happen after the badass signal he had given, and gave a disappointed sigh as he reached for the door handle and opened it, getting out.
Shutting the vehicle door behind him, he locked it as he walked away and toward Renard, taking in the rather grotesque display of blood and flesh as he approached the front grill of the van.
"Alright, so, I'm no detective, but let me take a crack at this case here. I'm going to guess that whoever this is - or rather - was, was the owner of that motorcyle there."
"Actually, no but damn near close enough both were Scions, they attacked my shop, I gotta a call to clear the weapons out before they showed but they arrived while we were leaving."
Renard said as he rested a hand on the van, "We gotta move the crates from this van to your's then ditch this thing. I don't know what's happened Marc and Carlisle, they were holding the buggers off and told me to ditch. We don't have much time, god only know's what's going down and how long it might take trouble to find us." He said as he walked over and threw the van door open already grabbing a crate to move into Jean-Pierre's van.
"Both? There were two? Where's the other one, he's not in there with him, is he?" He asked, nodding towards the grill of the van. Surely that wasn't enough gore for two people.
Renard shook his head "Marc and Carlisle were holding off the others while I got the supplies out of there." Renard said.
Jean-Pierre nodded and began to help move the crates over from one van to the back of another. He silently cursed himself as he did so, and cursed Renard as well. He should have told him they'd be moving stuff, that way he would have parked the van closer. Such an inconvenience. Before long, they had moved them all from the original vehicle to his own.
"Alright, so two questions. First, how do we get rid of the murder machine over there, and second, where are we taking all these supplies?"
"Help me get this bike out of the windshield? I'd rather not drive with this in there anymore." He said as he moved toward the van to grab one end of the bike.
Jean-Pierre nodded and gave an affirmative grunt before walking over and helping Renard dislodge the wrecked bike from the shattered windshield of the van.
"I gotta get me one of these, you know. Just one that isn't... broken. Or covered in blood. Or about to be destroyed because it's evidence otherwise."
Renard nodded, "I hope they got mine otta there." He muttered, "Lets put this one in the your van van,then we'll toss the bike in the river .Then go find a place to torch the van. Then we will regroup at Reinhard's. I can't see the den being very safe right now." He muttered.
He raised a hand to scratch at the stubble forming on his neck before dropping it back down to his side. With a sigh that revealed some form of personal defeat, Jean-Pierre shrugged and wheeled the destroyed motorcycle to the back of his van. From there, he drove to a more wooded area of the river that ran through Lutetia and got rid of the cycle.
He followed Renard after and they set the bloodied and broken van ablaze, afterwards the two set out to Reinhard's. When the arrived, Jean-Pierre glanced at the piercing red numerals located on the vehicles dashboard. 4:03 AM.
as written by Emperor Jester
It was fresh after the fall of the sun, and the streets were mostly empty. The recent chaos of the area caused few to take to the streets at this time, however, they weren't quite silent. Here and there, residents of the city went about their late business. One such man, exceptionally tall with raven black hair and bright blue eyes, almost shimmering, strolled about on a task of his own, though honestly, he had no clue where to begin.
The last Caer, for once, was lost. Truth, he could detect the scent of dirty beast down every alley, and he had found out this this region of the city was the epicenter of the lycans, if one place could be called such. No wonder all he could smell was wet mutt. Running his hands along his brilliant white leather duster, Nox paused in the middle of the street. He was too prideful to ask for directions, and besides, even if he did, what would he ask? Excuse me morsel, before I rip your liver out and devour it before your eyes, can you tell me where to find the werewolf clans?
The thought was at least good for a laugh. And speaking of morsels, the vampire could feel himself begin to grow hungry.
It was fresh after the fall of the sun, and the streets were mostly empty. The recent chaos of the area caused few to take to the streets at this time, however, they weren't quite silent. Here and there, residents of the city went about their late business. One such man, exceptionally tall with raven black hair and bright blue eyes, almost shimmering, strolled about on a task of his own, though honestly, he had no clue where to begin.
The last Caer, for once, was lost. Truth, he could detect the scent of dirty beast down every alley, and he had found out this this region of the city was the epicenter of the lycans, if one place could be called such. No wonder all he could smell was wet mutt. Running his hands along his brilliant white leather duster, Nox paused in the middle of the street. He was too prideful to ask for directions, and besides, even if he did, what would he ask? Excuse me morsel, before I rip your liver out and devour it before your eyes, can you tell me where to find the werewolf clans?
The thought was at least good for a laugh. And speaking of morsels, the vampire could feel himself begin to grow hungry.
as written by Knosis
Noémi had been the top of her class when she graduated to become a police officer. She had been given high regard, and a high recommendation to several squad forces for her excellent performance within the Academy. There had been high hopes and expectations for her to be truly a great detective one day.
Today, was not that day.
The young woman sighed softly as the last of the rays of the day fell below the city's horizon, and she was left with nothing but the dawning shadows of dusk. Lupaix wasn't the worst place to be at night, but it certainly wasn't the preferred spots to patrol. She brushed a curly brown strand of hair back and tucked it behind her ear before turning the corner.
'Just stay in the car and look the other way if you see an angry pack of wolves run past you.' One of her fellow officers had muttered to her, half joking once. At least she thought he was joking. It was kind of the thing to do when you were set to check out areas known to be werewolf territory.
There had been reports of some suspicious activity in the area, but it hadn't been uncommon. Usually nothing was found out of place or it turned out to be someone drunk coming from the bar. Either way, it had been called in, and she had been deployed to check it out once again. And once again, there was nothing to be seen. "I swear, they are just doing this to prank me.." She muttered, leaning against the brick building and pulling out a pack of cigarettes from her pocket.
Noémi had been the top of her class when she graduated to become a police officer. She had been given high regard, and a high recommendation to several squad forces for her excellent performance within the Academy. There had been high hopes and expectations for her to be truly a great detective one day.
Today, was not that day.
The young woman sighed softly as the last of the rays of the day fell below the city's horizon, and she was left with nothing but the dawning shadows of dusk. Lupaix wasn't the worst place to be at night, but it certainly wasn't the preferred spots to patrol. She brushed a curly brown strand of hair back and tucked it behind her ear before turning the corner.
'Just stay in the car and look the other way if you see an angry pack of wolves run past you.' One of her fellow officers had muttered to her, half joking once. At least she thought he was joking. It was kind of the thing to do when you were set to check out areas known to be werewolf territory.
There had been reports of some suspicious activity in the area, but it hadn't been uncommon. Usually nothing was found out of place or it turned out to be someone drunk coming from the bar. Either way, it had been called in, and she had been deployed to check it out once again. And once again, there was nothing to be seen. "I swear, they are just doing this to prank me.." She muttered, leaning against the brick building and pulling out a pack of cigarettes from her pocket.
as written by Emperor Jester
The longer he thought about it, the hungrier Nox became. However, he was no where near the point of ravenous rage, his self control well intact. Emerging from an alley, as his path took him on a meandering course through the district. Unbeknownst to him, this would be a night he'd remember with pride and hope. However, that would come later.
Although he did not feel out of breath, for how could he, being of the undead, he took a moment to rest, placing himself within eye sight of a certain police girl, though he had failed to notice her yet. Sitting down on a bench, running a hand through his fine black hair, Nox would take this time to think. Of many things. His conversation with Sanina, the false memories that had bubbled up to the surface, his current mission, and his personal goals. It was quite rare for him to this lost in his own mind. He was a being of instinct, not a strategist or thinker.
All of this would be interrupted, however, as a careless passer stepped too heavily in a nearby puddle, splashing his fine clothes with dirty street water. Without so much as an apology. Nox would rise to follow them. Perhaps this would help him think. He felt most at peace when covered in sweet sanguine, after all.
The longer he thought about it, the hungrier Nox became. However, he was no where near the point of ravenous rage, his self control well intact. Emerging from an alley, as his path took him on a meandering course through the district. Unbeknownst to him, this would be a night he'd remember with pride and hope. However, that would come later.
Although he did not feel out of breath, for how could he, being of the undead, he took a moment to rest, placing himself within eye sight of a certain police girl, though he had failed to notice her yet. Sitting down on a bench, running a hand through his fine black hair, Nox would take this time to think. Of many things. His conversation with Sanina, the false memories that had bubbled up to the surface, his current mission, and his personal goals. It was quite rare for him to this lost in his own mind. He was a being of instinct, not a strategist or thinker.
All of this would be interrupted, however, as a careless passer stepped too heavily in a nearby puddle, splashing his fine clothes with dirty street water. Without so much as an apology. Nox would rise to follow them. Perhaps this would help him think. He felt most at peace when covered in sweet sanguine, after all.
as written by Knosis
The woman lit up the cigarette and took a puff off it, looking on to the sidewalk as people passed by. A single brow raised at the sight of a finely dressed man that decided to rest near by. In this part of town, he was either very stupid to walk around alone, and at night asking to be mugged by a gang or some punks, or he was more than what he seemed. A moral debate began to battle in her mind, whether to let this man alone to fend for himself until cops came back, or to step up and prevent a disaster from happening.
As the man stood up to leave, she made her decision. Sighing, she rubbed the cherry against the brick building to put it out and trotted towards the man.
"Hey!" She called out to him, her accent thick as she spoke in common. Stepping around him, she attempted to stop him. "Oi, are you lost, sir? Forgive me, you don't look like you're from around here."
The woman lit up the cigarette and took a puff off it, looking on to the sidewalk as people passed by. A single brow raised at the sight of a finely dressed man that decided to rest near by. In this part of town, he was either very stupid to walk around alone, and at night asking to be mugged by a gang or some punks, or he was more than what he seemed. A moral debate began to battle in her mind, whether to let this man alone to fend for himself until cops came back, or to step up and prevent a disaster from happening.
As the man stood up to leave, she made her decision. Sighing, she rubbed the cherry against the brick building to put it out and trotted towards the man.
"Hey!" She called out to him, her accent thick as she spoke in common. Stepping around him, she attempted to stop him. "Oi, are you lost, sir? Forgive me, you don't look like you're from around here."
as written by Emperor Jester
Nox ignored the call at first, mostly due to his budding irritation towards the proletariat who had snubbed him moments before, but as soon as the young officer stepped in front of him, that man was momentarily forgotten. A sharp, stabbing spike of hunger filled his eyes as he took a look at her form. His height would make their direct encounter intimidating for most, as the Caer stood closer to seven feet tall than he did to six. His fine features twitched, half in annoyance and half in gratitude.
Disguising his voice with the smallest tinge of worry, and a hefty dose of alluring vocal arcana, Nox shook his head as he spoke. "No, not lost. Well, I am a tad far from my home, in Saint Lemeux, aren't I? I'm afraid I don't venture out of there much, but I had errands to run, and well, I ended up here before I realized what was happening."
He'd then point to the ever moving individual that he'd been tailing. "And though it could be easily replaced, and no harm was done, that man displayed me a most discourteous service, by splashing the hem of my coat with gutter water, without so much as an apology. I just wished to have words with him."
Nox ignored the call at first, mostly due to his budding irritation towards the proletariat who had snubbed him moments before, but as soon as the young officer stepped in front of him, that man was momentarily forgotten. A sharp, stabbing spike of hunger filled his eyes as he took a look at her form. His height would make their direct encounter intimidating for most, as the Caer stood closer to seven feet tall than he did to six. His fine features twitched, half in annoyance and half in gratitude.
Disguising his voice with the smallest tinge of worry, and a hefty dose of alluring vocal arcana, Nox shook his head as he spoke. "No, not lost. Well, I am a tad far from my home, in Saint Lemeux, aren't I? I'm afraid I don't venture out of there much, but I had errands to run, and well, I ended up here before I realized what was happening."
He'd then point to the ever moving individual that he'd been tailing. "And though it could be easily replaced, and no harm was done, that man displayed me a most discourteous service, by splashing the hem of my coat with gutter water, without so much as an apology. I just wished to have words with him."
as written by Knosis
Despite her being nearly six foot tall herself, this man towered over her still. Noémi was not quite use to this, as she usually towered over most and used this advantage to be slightly intimidating when confronting someone. This did not phase her as much as the look she had caught in his eye. Still, she pressed on.
'This guy can't be serious..' The woman thought to herself. A warm smile formed on her lips, but the worry never left her brow as she tried to redirect him away.
"There have been reports of trouble in this area, of gangs and thugs muggings in the area. That man splashing you was probably some ploy to pull you into the shadows so that his friends can rob you blind. Please, monsieur, forget that ingrate and come with me and I shall escort you to where you need to go."
She held her hand out to the man as a gesture to head the other way.
Despite her being nearly six foot tall herself, this man towered over her still. Noémi was not quite use to this, as she usually towered over most and used this advantage to be slightly intimidating when confronting someone. This did not phase her as much as the look she had caught in his eye. Still, she pressed on.
'This guy can't be serious..' The woman thought to herself. A warm smile formed on her lips, but the worry never left her brow as she tried to redirect him away.
"There have been reports of trouble in this area, of gangs and thugs muggings in the area. That man splashing you was probably some ploy to pull you into the shadows so that his friends can rob you blind. Please, monsieur, forget that ingrate and come with me and I shall escort you to where you need to go."
She held her hand out to the man as a gesture to head the other way.
as written by Emperor Jester
Nox would eye her for a long moment, barely resisting the urge to lick his cold lips. "I will trust your judgement on this, officer. I must admit, my own views of the word might be slightly warped. Such is the curse of the upper crust." He'd then do his best to look embarrassed, half a moment regretting that his dead cheeks could not blush.
"Forgive me if that sounded far more elitist than it should have. Twas not my intention." He'd then take her hand, his skin cold and hard, almost like ice.
His grip like iron. A metal vice left outside after a blizzard.
Nox would eye her for a long moment, barely resisting the urge to lick his cold lips. "I will trust your judgement on this, officer. I must admit, my own views of the word might be slightly warped. Such is the curse of the upper crust." He'd then do his best to look embarrassed, half a moment regretting that his dead cheeks could not blush.
"Forgive me if that sounded far more elitist than it should have. Twas not my intention." He'd then take her hand, his skin cold and hard, almost like ice.
His grip like iron. A metal vice left outside after a blizzard.
as written by Knosis
"You've not been a--"
As much as she hadn't expected, she hadn't expected the stranger's hands to be as cold as a dead man's. A shiver ran from her arm, down her spine in inadvertently, and the little voice inside her head began to mutter something along the lines of 'you've done messed up'. "..a problem.." She finished. Instinctual fear briefly glazed her eyes before she shook it off and closed her hand around his own.
"Pardon, it seems the night air is bringing a chill tonight." She said, though sounding a bit dazed. She was some how able to put a warm smile on for him. "Now, please this way, monsieur." She said, with her free arm pointing down the street where they would need to head to find her cruiser.
"You've not been a--"
As much as she hadn't expected, she hadn't expected the stranger's hands to be as cold as a dead man's. A shiver ran from her arm, down her spine in inadvertently, and the little voice inside her head began to mutter something along the lines of 'you've done messed up'. "..a problem.." She finished. Instinctual fear briefly glazed her eyes before she shook it off and closed her hand around his own.
"Pardon, it seems the night air is bringing a chill tonight." She said, though sounding a bit dazed. She was some how able to put a warm smile on for him. "Now, please this way, monsieur." She said, with her free arm pointing down the street where they would need to head to find her cruiser.
as written by Emperor Jester
"Yes. Hence my rather obtuse jacket." His smile never wavered, and as he released her hand, Nox made a quick survey of the area around the two of them. No one. The mongrels had done a good job of scaring everyone off the streets. "And yes, let us proceed. I am starting to miss the luxuries of my home. It may sound privileged, but I have no shame in admitting that the less well off areas of the city are too foreign to my life style." He indicated for her to lead, fighting every urge to simple tear her neck off and use her like some huge, sanguine filled water bottle. But he had questions.
"So, madam, why are you in such a dangerous part of the city? Your uniform makes the answer obvious, but I was wondering about specifics. If you can tell them to me."
"Yes. Hence my rather obtuse jacket." His smile never wavered, and as he released her hand, Nox made a quick survey of the area around the two of them. No one. The mongrels had done a good job of scaring everyone off the streets. "And yes, let us proceed. I am starting to miss the luxuries of my home. It may sound privileged, but I have no shame in admitting that the less well off areas of the city are too foreign to my life style." He indicated for her to lead, fighting every urge to simple tear her neck off and use her like some huge, sanguine filled water bottle. But he had questions.
"So, madam, why are you in such a dangerous part of the city? Your uniform makes the answer obvious, but I was wondering about specifics. If you can tell them to me."
as written by Knosis
"There have been reports of gang related activity in the area, and we've been requested to patrol the area a bit more than normal." She explained as she took the lead, though not too far ahead she couldn't keep her eye on him, as to make sure he didn't saunter away. "We generally are out to prevent problems and try to avoid people getting killed because of some thugs.."
She turned the corner and kept on going.
"There have been reports of gang related activity in the area, and we've been requested to patrol the area a bit more than normal." She explained as she took the lead, though not too far ahead she couldn't keep her eye on him, as to make sure he didn't saunter away. "We generally are out to prevent problems and try to avoid people getting killed because of some thugs.."
She turned the corner and kept on going.
as written by Emperor Jester
"Thugs? I see. I was aware of the problems in the other quarters of the city, but in truth, I guess I've never thought it much of a problem. I have heard stories about a lot of women going missing from all over the city though. Some found..." He'd shudder as he finished the sentence, some what dramatically. "...torn in pieces. Some people whisper that the werewolves are responsible. Are those the same gangs you speak of, officer?"
Everything in him, everything in his being urged him to strike out as soon as she was around the corner and he was not. For the briefest of seconds, his right hand visible shook with restraint, but Nox did his best to quickly dispel his hunger. It was hard. She was an ideal meal, in every way, and something in particular called to him, coaxed him into ending her life slowly, painfully, to savor every drop and scrap of her being. But at the same time, something held him back. He couldn't explain it.
"Thugs? I see. I was aware of the problems in the other quarters of the city, but in truth, I guess I've never thought it much of a problem. I have heard stories about a lot of women going missing from all over the city though. Some found..." He'd shudder as he finished the sentence, some what dramatically. "...torn in pieces. Some people whisper that the werewolves are responsible. Are those the same gangs you speak of, officer?"
Everything in him, everything in his being urged him to strike out as soon as she was around the corner and he was not. For the briefest of seconds, his right hand visible shook with restraint, but Nox did his best to quickly dispel his hunger. It was hard. She was an ideal meal, in every way, and something in particular called to him, coaxed him into ending her life slowly, painfully, to savor every drop and scrap of her being. But at the same time, something held him back. He couldn't explain it.
as written by Knosis
The officer looked over her shoulder, giving him a puzzled look. "Yes," She said slowly before adding, "Some rumors are that werewolves are involved. Others speculate that they are vampire attacks, as the werewolves here aren't like werewolves in other parts of the world. They tend to use human methods of killing people and each other rather than their lupine forms, which can happen with cities with a werewolf population. Occasionally, we have a rogue werewolf that has gone insane, and usually is taken care of by either the Church or the Society. But vampires, when feeding, can be a bit.. Over zealous? Especially when they are angered while feeding. At least that is what I have heard." She explained, purposefully not giving him an answer.
"I know there are vampires in the city, but so far I've not met one. At least I've not been aware I've met one." She smiled warmly at him. "Sorry for such a long walk. We're almost there."
The officer looked over her shoulder, giving him a puzzled look. "Yes," She said slowly before adding, "Some rumors are that werewolves are involved. Others speculate that they are vampire attacks, as the werewolves here aren't like werewolves in other parts of the world. They tend to use human methods of killing people and each other rather than their lupine forms, which can happen with cities with a werewolf population. Occasionally, we have a rogue werewolf that has gone insane, and usually is taken care of by either the Church or the Society. But vampires, when feeding, can be a bit.. Over zealous? Especially when they are angered while feeding. At least that is what I have heard." She explained, purposefully not giving him an answer.
"I know there are vampires in the city, but so far I've not met one. At least I've not been aware I've met one." She smiled warmly at him. "Sorry for such a long walk. We're almost there."
as written by Emperor Jester
"Oh please, its been a pleasure. A nightly stroll through a dangerous area, with a fetching woman at my side? Its like something out of a cheesy, cliche romance novel." The comment about vampires seemed to surprise Nox, and he made it obvious. "I thought they were just legends to be honest. The werewolves were always know to everyone in the city. They're even citizens now, though I don't want to bring up politics, not if they could potentially ruin our lovely time together. I thought the undead were something my nanny told me that to scare me when I misbehaved as a child."
He finally layed eyes on the cruiser, and a rueful grin spread across his features. There was absolutely no one around. No one. Except for the two of them. "What would you do if you did meet one? Honestly, I have no clue what I'd do. Supposedly, they can be every bit as dangerous as those...beasts, or more so. But...its hard to tell from myths, right?"
"Oh please, its been a pleasure. A nightly stroll through a dangerous area, with a fetching woman at my side? Its like something out of a cheesy, cliche romance novel." The comment about vampires seemed to surprise Nox, and he made it obvious. "I thought they were just legends to be honest. The werewolves were always know to everyone in the city. They're even citizens now, though I don't want to bring up politics, not if they could potentially ruin our lovely time together. I thought the undead were something my nanny told me that to scare me when I misbehaved as a child."
He finally layed eyes on the cruiser, and a rueful grin spread across his features. There was absolutely no one around. No one. Except for the two of them. "What would you do if you did meet one? Honestly, I have no clue what I'd do. Supposedly, they can be every bit as dangerous as those...beasts, or more so. But...its hard to tell from myths, right?"
as written by Knosis
A blush had risen to her cheeks at the comment. She was thanking the darkened city that he'd probably not notice the color rising in them when she merely passed a polite smile back at the man. "To be fair, monsieur, most legends had to come from some where. Be it some fractured story from some time in the past long gone, or hidden truths. What I believe is that even though I cannot see it with my vary eyes, does not mean it does not or did not exist." A airy chuckle escaped her throat in short bursts. "Then again, my papa use to tell me I was too open minded on many things."
She paused at his question, and gave it some thought before answering in truth. "Honestly, it would depend, I guess. Just like the werewolves, I shall treat them as they treat me. If they treat me with respect, then I will show the same. If they try to kill me, then I will defend my life. If ever I met a vampire, I shall judge them as the situation comes. I do not judge people by what they are or how they have become what they are, but rather.. What they've decided to do with the cards that were dealt to them. I suppose this is why I am at odds with many people of the Church over supernaturals." She opened the back door to her cruiser for the man. "It is a choice to be a monster for most cases. Humans are no exception to this rule."
A blush had risen to her cheeks at the comment. She was thanking the darkened city that he'd probably not notice the color rising in them when she merely passed a polite smile back at the man. "To be fair, monsieur, most legends had to come from some where. Be it some fractured story from some time in the past long gone, or hidden truths. What I believe is that even though I cannot see it with my vary eyes, does not mean it does not or did not exist." A airy chuckle escaped her throat in short bursts. "Then again, my papa use to tell me I was too open minded on many things."
She paused at his question, and gave it some thought before answering in truth. "Honestly, it would depend, I guess. Just like the werewolves, I shall treat them as they treat me. If they treat me with respect, then I will show the same. If they try to kill me, then I will defend my life. If ever I met a vampire, I shall judge them as the situation comes. I do not judge people by what they are or how they have become what they are, but rather.. What they've decided to do with the cards that were dealt to them. I suppose this is why I am at odds with many people of the Church over supernaturals." She opened the back door to her cruiser for the man. "It is a choice to be a monster for most cases. Humans are no exception to this rule."
as written by Emperor Jester
"You are right about one thing, it is indeed a choice." He'd grip the door as he began to climb into the back seat but...he stopped. There would be a metallic creaking, the sound of metal and glass straining under some great distress. Anyone with eyes, standing right next to the source, would identify it was Nox's hand, simply crushing its way into the car's door and frame, the window already beginning to fracture and split.
"And I grow bored of acting like some sort of pampered, frightened mortal." Like it was paper, he'd rip the door off of its hinges, dropping it onto the pavement before standing to his full height in front of her. His smile cracked his features, no longer a kindly smile of an appreciative gentleman. There was something perverse about it, something hungry, filled with lust and avarice. Were his teeth always so sharp. Did his soft blue eyes always glow with such a pale, cool light?
"You are right about one thing, it is indeed a choice." He'd grip the door as he began to climb into the back seat but...he stopped. There would be a metallic creaking, the sound of metal and glass straining under some great distress. Anyone with eyes, standing right next to the source, would identify it was Nox's hand, simply crushing its way into the car's door and frame, the window already beginning to fracture and split.
"And I grow bored of acting like some sort of pampered, frightened mortal." Like it was paper, he'd rip the door off of its hinges, dropping it onto the pavement before standing to his full height in front of her. His smile cracked his features, no longer a kindly smile of an appreciative gentleman. There was something perverse about it, something hungry, filled with lust and avarice. Were his teeth always so sharp. Did his soft blue eyes always glow with such a pale, cool light?