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Post by Prince Amy O'Connor on Mar 9, 2016 3:03:35 GMT
Amy remained completely still as she stared at the illusionist. There was a moment of silence as she contemplated what she wanted to do with him. Most likely, he would have some answers, but there was a large part of her who just wanted to burn him alive. Sighing softly, she pointed towards the door at the back of the warehouse, where she had heard the screams. Stepping forward, she placed her icy fingers against the temple of the Eastern Monster. "Sleep," she commanded, and he fell to the floor, unconscious.
"Go, Octavian. Let me handle this one." Already, she was kneeling at the side of the illusionist, beginning the quick process of disarming him. She pulled the rope off of her waist, using it to bind his hands together, and then closed her eyes, breathing in. Don would arrive to help with transportation soon, and then she would join the men. Until then, however, she remained at the side of the sleeping Monster, making sure he would not get back up.
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Post by Jude Sinclare on Mar 9, 2016 3:24:48 GMT
The moment the illusionist dropped, he'd step past him and into the room where Trix was being held. His one eye widened as he saw her, laying there sobbing in a pool of her own blood, wounded, bleeding, crying, with someone's foot on her neck. Jude's one eye turned up toward the creature, hatred resonating throughout his form, as if his body actually sang with it. Those too fluid, ethereal motions brought him closer, but he stopped. His voice filled with both his hatred and his beast. "Let her go man. Let her go, we haven't done nothin' to you, nothin' to nobody."
Jude wasn't much of a diplomat, and he was doing his best to not just attack the creature that could so easily end Trix's life with one... Snap. The beast roared against him, pushing to move him forward, move him so that he could destroy the puny creature that threatened Trix. "Her and I ain't done nothin to you man, just let her go, and we're straight aight?" He asked locking his gaze with Nichiya's. His hand twitched, he agreed with his beast on a very intimate level, but this was one of the few circumstances where attacking someone unprovoked could have consequences that he wouldn't, couldn't bare.
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Post by Kyle Craft on Mar 9, 2016 3:51:16 GMT
Kyle would walk in to a sickening sight. It hurt to see such a good friend in that bad of a condition. Kyle would see Jude walk in and would take slow, careful, considerat steps.
"Hey now. Let's talk this out. Jude Trix and I have no interest in starting anything nor do we want to get involved with anything. We much prefer to keep to ourselves partying it up and staying out of the way, and Trix there. She's a sweetheart. A little out of her head at times but a sweetheart. How about you just let her go and we can leave and we will all pretend this never happened that sound good mate?"
He would say cranking up his Charm to overtime.
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Post by Trixie Warden on Mar 9, 2016 3:57:24 GMT
As the Kindred moved into the room, Nichiya observed them all with a slow grin. He did, however, move his foot off the young Ravnos' neck. She shuddered violently, turning her face to try and get Jude's attention. Her face was smeared in red tears. If he would look at her with his one eye, she'd offer him a single nod, and then seem to flutter in and out of existence. Just for a moment. Before solidifying again.
The Monster turned to look between Kyle and Jude, not seeming to pay any attention to Trix at all, anymore. "You didn't have to do anything. Your Sires did. You soulless scum are a part of this, whether you want to be or not." His grin was wide across his face as he raised his hands towards both of his opponents, showing the guns that both sat on his hips. "There's a war going on. Or didn't you know? I'll find you no matter where you go. And I will destroy each and every one of you BEASTS."
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Post by Octavian O'Connor on Mar 9, 2016 4:17:43 GMT
Octavian nodded to his wife and walked past the bodies into the room where Jude had walked moments before. He'd caught just enough of what they'd said to understand exactly what was going on, and exactly who they were dealing with. The noble vampire walked in and caught sight of Trix, laying in a pool of her own blood. "Nichiya." He spoke the Eastern Monsters name slowly, letting him know that it was in fact the same Kindred who'd killed his wife. "As always it's a pleasure." Brown eyes looked toward the elegantly dressed monster.
"Care to explain why you're harming that poor girl?" He asked, drawing on of the swords at his belt, leveling it toward Nichiya. "It seems to me, that your issue isn't with the Ravnos, it's with me. They after all tend to enjoy your precious east, and for the most part, you their company." He was quoting from one of the many tomes he'd read about the Ravnos. "Would you rather let these three go and deal with the Kindred you hate? Or have you become like my Assamite friend? Dedicated to a cause so zealously that you can't differentiate friend from foe?" He asked, his tone very sane, very soft, regardless of the screeching hag in his head. "Oh, and the wife says hello."
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Post by Jude Sinclare on Mar 9, 2016 5:14:26 GMT
Jude ignored Octavian and Kyle. There were to him only three people in the room. Trix, Nichiya and he. "Look dude, I don't give a damn about whatever war you're talkin' about. I don't give a damn about souless beasts. We're all monsters here." He stepped towards Trix, crouching down to check her out. Multiple lacerations, bruising, damage to a number of bones, probably cracked.
"I'm taking Trix dude, and I'm leaving." Jude leaned down to lift Trix, to cradle her in his arms and carry her out.
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Post by Trixie Warden on Mar 9, 2016 5:56:40 GMT
As the door opened again, Octavian managed to catch the entirety of his attention. His look of complete confidence and control melted away, his features contorting into a sneer. Nichiya's fingers curled into tight fists, and Jude was able to grab ahold of the tiny Ravnos girl. She wrapped her arms around his neck and whimpered as he lifted her. "Don't... leave him... with that... monster," she whispered desperately into the ear of her lover. She was shaking violently, pain obvious upon her face.
Still, he didn't seem to notice. The Eastern Monster didn't seem able to take his eyes off of Octavian. He took a single, threatening step towards the Ventrue, baring his teeth. "What are you doing here?" he demanded. He didn't bother to respond to the comment about his wife, even as his heart twisted in his chest. "And where is your cavalry? The Methusalah and your little wanna-be almost human?"
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Post by Octavian O'Connor on Mar 9, 2016 6:29:27 GMT
Octavian watched confidence melt away, watched Nichiya turn into one of those souless monsters he claimed to be warring against. He kept his sword leveled on Nichiya and shook his head a bit. "Doesn't matter much does it?" He asked calmly, much more collected than their first encounter, regardless of Rini's screaming in his head. "You seem uncomfortable, so how about we do this peacefully. Leave them alone and surrender. They're not part of this. And I'm most certainly not here alone." He commented stepping between Jude and Nichiya.
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Post by Kyle Craft on Mar 9, 2016 7:21:04 GMT
Kyle went to Jude's side and would stay there until they left the warehouse.
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Post by Jude Sinclare on Mar 9, 2016 15:46:58 GMT
Jude carried Trix gingerly back away from Nichiya, carefully crouching down with her and placing her gently against the furthest wall from Nichiya. His eye had shifted back to its normal intense green. Relief, beautiful relief was clearly written all over his features. While none of her wounds seemed to be unlife threatening. He didn't like the looks of bloody gash in her side. "Hey babe, stay with me alright?" He cooed gently to her.
"Golden Boy's got this, everything's gonna be okay." Truth be told, Jude was terrified. Not because he expected to die, but because Trix was so badly wounded. He'd never seen her banged up so bad before. She was always the smart one with the plan, while he was the guy who followed along and dished out the beatings. Nothing could prepare him for what it was like to lose her, and he almost had.
He watched her and Kyle both die in the bar, listened to the sickening snap of ner neck as the illusionist killed her and it broke something inside him. Something he never expected or even knew he had. Trix had become his hope, his charge like Octavian once was. She had become so very important to him, she and Jack and even Kyle seemed to make his life so much better. How they managed it, he didn't know, but he did know that he couldn't lose her, or anyone else.
"Babe, I need you to do something for me." He whispered softly, kissing her shoulder as he untied her jacket from around his neck. "I need you to drink, I need to make sure you're alright before I help Octavian alright?" He kissed her shoulder again, tilting his head so that she wouldn't have to do more than tilt her head down a bit to get to his neck. "Please babe." He almost begged, keeping his arms around her for both their comfort and security.
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Post by Prince Amy O'Connor on Mar 9, 2016 17:03:26 GMT
It took her some time, but eventually Amy came to stand at her husband's side. The air in the room immediately chilled a few considerable degrees, and the look in her eye was terrifying. She raised a hand and little icicles clung to the cloth that hid her fingertips, the motion a show more than anything. Nichiya had not bothered to look her in the eye, nor was he foolish enough to try to do the same to Octavian. He glanced back and forth between the two Beasts, realizing that with their power, the power of the three Ravnos in the corner, and the possibility of the other two - Finn and Etonis - arriving, he was outnumbered and outmatched.
He tilted his chin upwards with a little sneer. Turning her face against her husband's shoulder, she whispered to him. "We need to get them out of here. That is a larger priority than winning this fight." The opponent did not seem to hear her soft voice, eyes still nervously darting back and forth. Eventually, his fingers would fall to the hilt of one of his katanas. It was a defensive move, however.
It was then that he realized his bargaining tool was gone. He glanced down and the illusion was shattered. Until that moment, she had been lying there, just as she actually had been. With what strength she had, Trix had forced that illusion into his mind, covering her and Jude in a shroud as he managed to grab her and get her away from danger. Unfortunately for Nichiya, he startled quite obviously, taking a single step back. Fucking charlatans... He had captured a damned charlatan. Oh, he was going to have words with that damned lackey.
Amy smirked at him and moved, each step careful and graceful. She seemed to float over the ground, as if her feet never touched it. She stood between Nichiya and Jude and Trixie, her features melting into a smile. Her fingers fell to the kunai she kept strapped to her thigh and she removed one, spinning it around it around one finger.
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Post by Trixie Warden on Mar 9, 2016 17:29:21 GMT
As he set her back down on the ground, Trix whimpered softly, pain jolting through her thin frame. She raised a hand to try and staunch the constant blood flow, feeling the warm life force as it soaked her tiny fingers. She felt weak as she turned her sapphire eyes up to gaze at her lover, her lips pulling back in a shaky smile. There was obvious affection in the way she looked at him, in the way he made her feel. "You came," she whispered, raising her free hand to delicately brush her fingers against his cheek.
Three thin streaks of blood colored his cheek. "You actually... came to get me..." She leaned her head back against the wall, taking a deep breath to try and steady herself. A tiny, glowing butterfly appeared just behind her head. The illusion fluttered back and forth, little sparkles falling from its wings. She leaned forward just enough to rest her lips against the soft skin of his shoulder. She couldn't argue. She didn't have the strength.
Trix opened her mouth and then sunk her fangs into him, making a soft noise of pleasure, she felt his blood flow through her, her skin beginning to stitch back together. She let out a sigh as she continued to drink, her body moving to press into his. As consciousness and coherency began to float back, her eyes flashing to a dangerous crimson red, her illusions grew stronger. She wrapped her arms around him, pressing herself tight against his chest, butterflies multiplying behind her.
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Post by Kyle Craft on Mar 9, 2016 18:00:18 GMT
Kyle's eyes narrowed as he heard Trix speak. This monster tried telling them they were the bad guys?! Kyle turned to look back at Nichiya. Kyle stood up making illusions to look like the air around him was darker and his clothes seemed to wave about him. He took a few steps to Nichiya. His eyes turning red.
"You really made a mistake. Friend. We weren't a part of your fight. But you want us in?! Fine. We're in!"
Then Kyle thrust a hand towards Nichiya and at that signal all the rats in the warehouse flooded into the room and started to climb up Nichiya. All biting and scratching and tearing into him.
Kyle had sent one, clear, instruction. Kill.
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Post by Octavian O'Connor on Mar 9, 2016 19:42:01 GMT
Octavian watched what was left of Nichiya's resolve falter when his beautiful wife entered the room. He knew she was there, he could always tell where she was. She was after all, his wife. Nichiya was outnumbered, outgunned, and left stranded against the only three Ravnos in all of Japan, Amy and Octavian. The odds were not in his favor. Everything that had happened since the beginning of this war was coming to a head. He didn't flonch away as the rats came, as the Ravnos defended one another as family.
No, this was justice for them. Octavian wanted to be Justicar, to be strong and empathetic enough to help. That meant he had to see, had to watch death. All good leaders should be able to hear a man tell his tale before putting them to death, and if he couldn't bare it... Perhaps the man deserved to live.
There was no tale to tell here, Octavian had witnessed what Nichiya had done to innocents, completely uninvolved in the conflict. He agreed with their judgement. Nichiya deserved final death.
The young kind-hearted Ventrue would stand, sword raised watching, waiting. If Nichiya tried anything, he would be there to drive the sword into his heart. "They aren't monsters Nichiya, nor are they Beasts. They areca family that most other clans outright mistrust. Unlike your kind, who would cast them out or worse, slay them. They are welcomed here, and defended by every other Kindred in the city. You Nichiya, are the Beast here." Octavian's words held no real power other than his truest convictions. No one deserved the treatment Trix had received. No one.
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Post by Prince Amy O'Connor on Mar 9, 2016 19:59:56 GMT
Nichiya was distracted by the couple that stared him down. Too distracted to notice the sound of scurrying feet, the little squeaks, as rodents of every size and color came running at him from the shadows. Their beady eyes were set on the Monster, colored red in absolute rage, as they crossed to the center of the room where he stood. At first, it was only one or two on his pant legs, and he was able to kick them off. Then came the swarm.
The Asian's screams and yells were difficult to hear over the cacophony of squeaking. He was swatting at the rats as he struggled to get away from their greedy claws and gnashing teeth. Just as Octavian started to speak, he seemed to be melting into the ground, still making loud, desperate noises. It didn't take long, and his entire body was gone, leaving behind only the clothes he had been wearing and a pile of rats.
Amy watched with a detached disgust as the dirty creatures picked at the cloth, as if looking for something beneath the pile. She gave a shake of her head, silver hair having come loose around her face. She knew this move. Nichiya was gone and they wouldn't be able to track him, even if they wanted. She looked towards Octavian, hating the four feet that separated them, before returning to her duty.
She turned to the fallen Ravnos. Bellatrix was wrapped around her boyfriend and they were both on the ground, lying on their sides. She moved to them and knelt, reaching down to brush aside locks of hair on her head. Even after having fed, she was only partially conscious. "Octavian," she called out. "I need your assistance." Neither of the two would be walking out of here and she would not be comfortable leaving them. "They both need vitae and rest. We need to get them to the manor."
She seemed more than willing to continue ignoring Kyle.
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