Streets

[Austin]

This thread represents the streets of the Southern Quadrant of the town of the dead

[Austin]

Austin roared through the streets of the town of the dead on his ducati 999, heading for an apartment block on 21st street, since the darkness descending on the town traffic had become minimal because those people who had stayed only actually left their homes when they had to so Austin could really let his Ducati get up to its maximum speed of 168mph, before long he was at the intersection of 19th street and 15th avenue and he knew it was time to slow down, he managed to do so just in time to take the corner into 21st street at a sedate pace, he rode (what felt to be) painfully slowly down 21st street to stop outside the apartment block, getting off of the bike he put his bike on the stand and walked towards the front door

[Austin]

He inspected the door before knocking, it was heavy set, with a sliding plate half way up. the plate slid open and a gruff voice spoke
"who is it?"
without answering, Austin brought his hand through the gap, grabbing the collar of the guard and pulling him hard into the door, releasing the guard for a second, Austin brought his boot up to kick the door, knocking it off of its hinges to flatten the guard
Nothing like the old Darkora tact and deplomacy...
Austin stepped over the wreckage and walked into the hallway. A vampire, made inquisitive by the crash of the door, ran out carrying a sub machine gun. running entirely on instinct, Austin drew one of his browning 9mm pistols and fired a single sundart bullet into the chest of the vampire, immolating it on impact. Austin drew his second browning (this one loaded with Silver Bullets) and walked towards the stairs, climbing them slowly and cautiously, just as he got to the top a door down the end of the next corridor burst open and another vampire dived out, aiming two pistols as it did so. Austin fired first, a single sundart bullet penetrating the vampire's heart, again immolation was instant. Austin walked on to the end of the corridor, stopping infront of the final door. he knocked again.
"Søren, i know you are in there"
the door was opened cautiously
"Austin?"
"the same"
the door was opened and Austin stepped inside
"listen Søren, i need information, and fast"
"about what?"
"This new slayer group in town, i know Drake has a part in it"
"uh-uh sorry A, i cant tell you"
Austin caught Søren by the shirt lapels and lifted him off the ground, holding him against the wall
"you will tell me, my brother was attacked today, i was attacked and i nearly lost one of my officers"
Søren gulped
"I cant Austin, Drake will kill me"
"what do you think i'll do if you dont tell me?"
Søren gulped again, Austin lifted his browning 9mm from beside his waist where it had been resting to now aim at Søren, giving him a clue
"okay, okay Austin, Drake moved in not too long ago, bringing with him his own hunters, the guy's after you..."
"i gathered..."
"...they're based on the east side, somewhere between 13th street and 7th Avenue and 21st Street and 10th Avenue"
"thats quite a wide radius Søren"
"Sorry A, its the best i can do"
Austin growled softly
"Okay Søren, it'll have to do as a start, right, i'll be off, thank you for the information"
Austin left quietly, unchallenged (news of sundart bullets tends to spread quickly) Once outside Austin swung a leg over his Ducati and started the engine, before he could go a gang of Vampires appeared out of nowhere, surrounding him. Austin sighed and stopped the engine before getting off
"evenin' fellas..."

[Austin]

the lead vampire spoke
"We told you not to come into our patch no more wolfy"
Austin drew his katana and moved it in his usual complex kata, the moonlight causing dancing reflections from the blade, Austin stopped in his ready stance
"bite me"
the first vampire charged Austin to be cut down by a single slash from his Katana, the next vamp charged Austin to be turned aside and then shot in the back with a single sundart bullet. the rest of the gang held back, not wanting to recieve the same treatment
"What's wrong?"
Said Austin, grinning
"Wolf got your tongue?"
"Screw this"
murmured the lead vampire before charging at Austin carrying an improvised sword, Austin turned the blade aside and followed with a side kick to the head, sending the lead vamp reeling. trying to take advantage of Austin's attention, another vamp charged at Austin from behind, without turning around Austin put a sundart bullet into the vamp's head and another into its heart. meanwhile the lead vamp had charged again, In a single movement, Austin caught the vamp's sword arm and broke it, the vamp's blade sliding across the floor, accompanied by a scream from the vamp. At that the rest of the gang charged Austin to be cut down by single slashes from Austin who was now ducking and wheeling, using his reflexes to their maximum. After a short while, Austin was surrounded by piles of ashes. the lead vamp (who had stood back to watch) charged at Austin, carrying their reclaimed sword. Austin crouched low and propelled the Vamp over his shoulders, sending it crashing to the ground at his feet, before the vamp could move, Austin's boot was on its throat, his Browning 9mm's aimed at its head
"My patch"
growled Austin
"whoa whoa dude, we was just messing"
"yeah... right"
Austin removed his foot from the vamp's throat and turned to walk back to his bike. As Austin had predicted the vampire sprung to his feet, now holding a gun. In a single fluid movement Austin spun and fired two sundart rounds into the lead vamp. Austin turned back to his bike and swung a leg over, he started the engine and roared off into the night, heading in the direction of The Circle's HQ, leaving nothing but piles of burning ash and discarded weapons.

[Damaris Y Blaidd]

Damaris Y Blaidd wandered the streets, looking for signs of life. She had been in the town almost a day now, and had yet to see another living being, let alone another Lycan.
So far, all she had found that indicated life was a few discarded weapons, and a pile of ash that looked as though it used to be a vampire.
She drew her long, cracked leather coat closer around her. It was a cold night. Then again, she had heard that it was always night in this god-forsaken town. Is it always this cold? she wondered.
She stopped, and seated herself on the kerb, taking care not to rip her coat or flesh with the heavy falchion she carried.
In truth, it was the promise of eternal night that had drawn her. Growing up, she had heard all sorts of stories when she was a child, stories about demons and vampires. And werewolves. Of course, her parents had assured her that there were no such thing...
And then she had been bitten. And the need to be away from humans, away from those she had loved, had grown.
So at the age of 30, she had stolen her fathers falchion and bow, and left. She heard many tales of people like her, people cursed to change their form with the full moon, during her journey. And many of them had led her here. To the Town of the Dead, where it is always night and the streets are swarming with vampires and werewolves alike.

So where the hell are they?

[Damaris Y Blaidd]

After a long while, Damaris rose.
No point in sitting around here, looks like nobody's been in this part of town for weeks.
Checking her belt for her pistol, she adjusted the bag containing her bow and arrows, before setting off down the street to continue her search for signs of life.

[Damaris Y Blaidd]

((Continued from the Journey thread))

A little while later, Damaris and Markus entered the Southern part of the town. Damaris pulled the card out her pocket and checked the address.

"This it?" She asked, although it was more of a loud thought than anything. She looked at the card again. The address seemed to match to what looked like an abandoned warehouse. Was that... right?

"So what now?" She asked, leaning against a wall again, yawning. Man, I'm tired...

[Markus Valentine]

Markus smirked.
"Yup, that's t right there" he said, pointing at the seemingly abandoned warehouse. He lit a cigarette idly.
"You can see if anyone's home if you like, but I reckon they're still out doing stuff." He continued, looking at Damaris.
"...Wanna try the intercom?" He asked, nodding towards what looked like a front door.

[Damaris Y Blaidd]

Damaris sighed. It figured that when she got here, she'd have to wait. Still, it was better than still wandering around the town.

She nodded, and walked towards the door. She found an intercom pad and pressed the buzzer, although she didn't expect anyone to answer.

((Should we continue in the Entrance thread?))

[Austin]

((please do))

[Austin]

Please Note
Time Jump Initiated
All following events are at least two months after those above

[Zin Siripong]

The darkness smelled crisp with a hundred different scents, musky flesh and rank filth, the slime of ages past hidden in darkness left to congeal upon the walls and cracks of damp walls and gutters and window ledges without the sun to dry and burn away the damp that had now begun to moulder. Across these walls, wet and glistening with the light from near-by street lamps, drifted an ominous shadow. Stretched and distorted by the distant lights and the unclean walls.

The distinct clicking scrape of nails on pavement leaving little doubt as to the species of the shadow as it prowled through the streets of the Southern Section.

Barely out of Pup-hood, hardly very large and looking distinctly scruffy and underfed, the Wolf stalked from shadow to shadow, nose to the floor, looking for anything to eat. Already it had attempted a passing human only to be fended off with almost insulting ease - though she was small, young, unused to her current form and running entirely on newborn instincts. Edgehaven folk were a breed apart from your ordinary human. Darwinism at its very best.

Hungry and the scent of something meaty drew the young Werewolf into an alley way where someone had neglected to put the lid on their bin properly. Desperate paws pulled it down and stepped back as the contents went spewing out across the pavement. Uncaring as to what kind of rancid state the food may have been in, the young Wolf gleefully stuck her muzzle into the junk and dragged out a KFC fastfood bucket - still with a few pieces inside.

They were devoured almost instantly and with very little manners.

[Damaris Y Blaidd]

Damaris Y Blaidd strode out of her favourite cafe and in to the streets of Edgehaven. She'd been here a little short of a year and a half now, and she had yet to find anywhere in the city that made better chocolate cake than Giuseppe's. It was one of the first places she'd visited when she came to the city, and Giuseppe never seemed to mind if she came in bleeding everywhere or armed to the teeth, as was often the case, as long as she didn't shift in there and savage his customers. Besides, it was nice to get away from the Watch HQ occasionally, especially recently, and the small, family-owned business was just around the corner.

Her dark hair, though a bit shorter and much tidier now than it had been when she'd first arrived, was bound back in its traditional braid, although she still couldn't seem to get those whispy front bits to stay in. She blew them out of her emerald eyes impatiently. She'd adapted her clothes to city life too, she still wore natural colours and whatnot, but her long brown coat had been replaced, at least at the moment, by a shorter brown leather jacket, ideal for easy reach of the heavy sword that hung at her hip and the pistol that she carried on her lower right leg. She'd taken to not carrying her bow and arrows so much unless she was sure she'd need them, most of the unexpected fights she got in to seemed to be close combat these days.

As she wandered casually down the street, she heard the sound of a bin crashing to the ground. She thought little of it at first - it was probably a cat or something, maybe a fox. The scent of chicken drifted into her nostrils, making her salivate. Then another scent reached her. That was no fox, it was another Wolf. Of course, she'd gotten used to the various scents of the city and the scent of Lycan no longer alarmed her as it once had. But why, she wondered, was a Lycan rooting around in a bin and eating leftover chicken? Laying her left hand on the hilt of her falchion, she proceded quietly towards the commotion, cursing the fact that she'd chosen to wear her heavy, black leather boots instead of her lighter shoes.

[Zin Siripong]

Far too interested in looking for more food, the young Were nosed inside the bucket again and snorted in upset, no more chicken. She roughly shook the bucket off of her head making it fly off and roll across the ground, her tail wagged briefly at the thought of pouncing and tearing it apart but the smell of something else drew her attention.

Ears pricked at the sound of footsteps, but her nose told her it was something else, the conflicting signals causing a whine of distress and confusion to escape the youngster's throat as she backed away from the entrance of the Alley way. Sounded like prey, smelt like predator.

She bared her teeth and raised her hackles, tail flicking up like a war banner behind her as she began to growl at the approaching Prey!Preadator.



((QUESTION: Do clothes change with you when you turn or do they get ripped off and you end up naked upon transforming back?))

[Damaris Y Blaidd]

((Not totally sure, but I'd assume you end up naked or wearing scraps, I think that's what we went with when Yumi was shifting all the time. Double check with Nik tho, you can always edit later. Also, we should prolly plan what's going to happen xD))

Damaris paused and listened. The sounds and the scent were coming from an alley a little way off and to her right. She watched as a KFC bucket came rolling out of the entrance. She'd been noticed. The small whine that drifted towards her confirmed that, and it told her that she was dealing with a younger lycan than her; probably one that had only been bitten recently and wasn't used to the smell of other wolves. She remembered being in that situation herself and how scary everything had seemed. She also remembered how dangerous she had been.

She moved quicker, abandoning the need for quiet steps. She kept her hand on the hilt of the sword and turned into the alley.

There, backing away from her, was a very scruffy young lycan that looked like it was in need of a decent meal. Damaris' heart went out to it - it was clearly frightened of her. Ignoring the raised hackles, the bared teeth and bristling tail, she removed her hand from her sword and raised them slowly - a gesture meant to show she intended no harm towards the younger lycan.

"Easy now, young one," she said in a calm, soothing voice, "it's ok, I'm not going to hurt you." She knelt down on one knee, hands still raised in front of her. "Can you change?" She asked, although she had already guessed the answer.