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((Haha, im so damn dumb. I keep getting those two lastnames messed up. XD.))
@anyone interested in collabs with my warlocks, Alistair & Poppy? Down for pretty much any ideas and suggestions!
((Not the best at all; I was trying to do so much in so little, and it def showed DX. Oh well…it’ll get better when the characters actually start to interact. Do whatever you want for your post! You don’t have to wait for me to kill Luka or anything, really XD))
Ridiculous, it was absolutely ridiculous what others were capable. Loyalty was as fickle as life. It wasn’t as if Navina asked for much of her clan, not much at all, really.Behave, being the gist of her orders, was near all her clan had to do. Behave, not step out of line, and never challenge her. Jamie Andrews managed to do all of the three, and for it, he was to be punished under her terms. As soon as his small force he’d managed to rile together to try and disrupt her rule was snuffed out before it even became an issue large enough to be noticed by anyone outside her clan, he and the only other survivor made a run for it.
The past two nights, Navi has had her clan scouring the depths of London for Jamie and his pet, Luka, and she was pissed to say things were not going the way she wanted. Instead of having found Jamie, the clan and she have had to deal with a dozen or so newborns running amuck. As it’d seem, Jamie and Luka had a backup plan, one they’d set into motion before they’d even challenged her. They’d put several mundane in the ground the night before they tried their hand at dethroning the blonde, and twenty-four hours later, blood crazy baby vamps popped up like wildflowers, infecting her city in a heartbeat. They were not nice and sweet little things, the mundane folk he’d picked to turn, either. All but one or two were violent to the core, as far as she’d seen thus far, a trait that went into overdrive with their new strengths and instincts. Lovely.
All the ones she’d come across, she’d made snap judgments on. Could the newborn reel themselves back in? Become someone worthy of letting live? Or would they only cause trouble for her kind, the sort of trouble that could be damning to the vampire race? It was with these snap judgments that Navina decided the fate of all the newborns she’d crossed. Those who could, possibly, be helped and straightened out enough to live among them, she’d merely had restrained. Those that were cold and truly without a heart in more than the literal sense, they were put back into the ground, this time not to rise again.
She’d managed to catch a lead on lil’ Luka, finding one of his handy-works hanging near a shallow grave, fresh body dropped in, and a nephilim checking on the mundane. She recognized the shadow hunter, and her jaw tightened. If this shadowhunter was lurking about, no doubt Marc would be nearby considering it was his parabatia. She did not need this, did not need the London institute getting involved with this. The parabatia looked over their shoulder, Navi’s gaze following, just managing to catch the back of someone as he weaved between some trees and disappeared further into the park.
The odds were, that was Marc, and he was hot on Luka’s trail. Navi needed to nip this in the bud sooner rather than later. It was already getting too hot for her taste, liking to keep the negative affairs that spiked up with regards to her clan as far from the shadowhunters as possible. Marc and her could be friendly all they wanted, but when push came to shove, he would always be a shadowhunter first just as she was now a vampire first, meaning on some level, they’d never be close enough to fully drop their guards around one another.
Thin shoes digging into the dirt, the daylighter took off, speed several times that of a human’s, arriving where she’d seen the back of the person in seconds. Stopping for a moment, the woman took in a deep breath, picking up Marc’s scent in an instant, just as she did that of Luka’s. Into motion again, Navi went to take surveillance of the situation, staying a safe distance from Marc as she circled up ahead. It didn’t take her long at all to sight out a few vampires, all new to her meaning probably newly turned. Fuck this shit. Had she loosened her hold too much? Allowed too much freedom to her clan? Cause this shit shouldn’t have happened. She’d learn from this, but first, she’d have to take care of it.
They weren’t accustomed to their senses yet, allowing Navi a supreme advantage. In a few quick actions, she’d disposed of the couple vampires littered around a clearing, obviously set up for an ambush of sorts, a realization clicking into place. Luka was drawing in a shadowhunter so he could attack the hunter and start up an official investigation into the vampires, one that would lead back to Navi’s clan on some level or another, and cause serious problems for her, problems Jamie would no doubt fan the flames of. Well, Luka was without his posse, now, and he’d be left face to face with London’s Institute leader and her to deal with on his own.
She’d worry with the bodies of the newborns later, deciding it was time to make her presence known. The scene was now set for the ambush; Luka was at the center of the clearing beneath a tree, and Marc was slowly approaching him. It was the definition of a trap, and Navi could tell by the guard Marc had up that he knew this well. What he didn’t know was that this trap had already been disarmed. He’d know that, too, in just a moment, however. Walking from the west side of the clearing, a few drops of blood spattered on her clothing from the removal of a head or two, and crimson coating her left hand to the top of her wrist from an unbeating heart torn from a chest here and there, Navi was not trying in the least to be sneaky or concealed, if anything, she was making herself more than known. Loud footsteps, confident strides, and constant strides, she walked towards Luka.
"I've got this one, Waywood," she called, not looking to Marc as she did so. She hoped the nephilim would take her word for it and leave this to her to handle, but he would probably do the exact opposite.
Are subjugates allowed to be made for vampires that date back prior to the law restricting their creation
As he’d started to head towards the witness, Kierra came to his side, saying how the Mangler messed up this time, asking if he thought the witness got a good look or not. “I don’t know what to think,” Sam admitted, continuing to walk with Kie at his side. “If she’d saw something revealing, there would be no room to leave her alive, but yet here she is. Roughed up pretty bad, but alive…maybe she fought back enough to scare the killer off…?” Sam’s voice grew distance as his mind followed after that thought.
What if the girl had fought off the killer? The Mangler feeling threatened for his life enough to risk leaving a witness to expose him? Such a small and pretty little thing, despite her scratches, bruises, and all around dirtiness, amazing to even consider that maybe she’d given a brutal killer a run for their money. Or maybe it was something else altogether. There were too many possibilities to guess the answer; he needed to speak with her if he was to learn anything.
Before his partner could reply, the two had grown near the witness, close enough that Sam felt comfortable taking the reins from the officer. “Officer, Detective Hopper and Mendez,” he told, motioning to the two of them as he spoke their last names. His eyes traveled from the officer for a moment, landing to the brunette. The look on her face seemed almost…bored? In shock, perhaps… Most likely. Had to be. Right? He looked back to the officer as the officer told him he’d just gotten on the scene and hadn’t gotten to ask really any questions to the girl. Giving a nod, Sam returned his attention to the girl.
“Sampson Hopper,” he introduced, debating for a moment if he should offer his hand or not for a handshake. He opted not to. People in shock sometimes wanted to restrict their physical contact with others, wanting to stay within their own bubbles…while others near needed contact from another person to feel ‘safe’. It was a risk either way. “And this is Kierra Mendez, my partner. Can you give us your name?”
What I was thinkin' to XD. Thank you, both!
Ash ah! I getcha :D. That's a pretty cool set up for her! Sorry I can't help you out :/.
@Ash, I'm not really going to branch much from London, just because of the area plot that's going on over there, but if you wanted to have your character travel to London for some reason, I'd quite possibly be able to have one of mine show her around a bit. But That may be a pretty big imposition for you, having to move your character for a bit. You could always have the character travel back to mexico after get a glimpse of things XD.
I vote for what Morgan just said! Pixie, the sexy yin fen dealin seelie.
Fact: any and all cases that were bizarre to the point they seemed impossible and practically unsolvable ended up on Sampson’s desk. Fact: there was something that connected all these cases, something just out of his reach, just out of his sight—something so predominate yet so invisible that it eluded him enough to stay in the shadows. Fact: he’d never give up on a single one, no matter how cold it became. Fact: he was frustrated. Fact: he may have just been given his first solid lead of the current string of murders that’d decorated an entire wall of his office with a web of yarn and pins that connected everything he knew but did nothing to help. Fact: the LA Mangler had never left a victim alive…until now.
The call had come no more than fifteen minutes ago, his partner having rung him up despite this being his day off—thank god. Kierra knew him well enough, despite them only having been partners for shy of a year now, to know that he was never really off. His life was his job, and his job was his life. There had been another attack, one that matched the Mangler’s profile to a ‘T’, minus one little detail. The Mangler had left someone alive, a woman. She’d been roughed up a bit, not enough to allow paramedics to take her to the hospital to be checked out, it seemed.
Dipping under yellow tap, Sam made a quick scan for his partner, but didn’t see her just yet. He’d beaten her there, his apartment being closer to the crime scene than the station. She wouldn’t be far behind, though, so no need to wait for the preliminary sweep of the scene. Hands tucked in the pockets of his hoodie—no time to dress the part of detective before rushing to the scene, Sam started to walk down the alley, observing each puddle and spatter of blood that coated the walls and ground. The Mangler was nothing if not concise, keeping each of his murders as gruesome as possible. Things of horror movies, without a doubt, possibly surpassing them. It was weird, as were most of his cases, though, that the Mangler could manage to rip apart his victims so quick that no one got to catch sight of him. Or maybe people did see him…they were just never found to tell their stories.
Bodies were not covered, the pieces spread far and wide, and the gasps and panic words of the onlookers on the other side of the tap were constant even with police attempts to get bystanders to back away and not look. People were far too curious for their own good. “Aren’t you off today, Hopper?” asked a familiar voice. Glancing to Officer Tanner, a rookie with potential, Sam gave a brief nod.
“Yeah, but not every day there’s an eye witness to one of my cases.” He looked from Tanner to another officer several yards further down the alley holding a pen and pad, talking to a girl who’s back was to Sam. “That her?”
Tanner looked over his shoulder then back to Sam, giving him a nod and ‘yeah’.
sundara, you should get someone to sibling collab with Don B using Jesse Williams!at least I think they have some very similar qualities
((didn't read through, didn't edit, don't even remember half of what all this crap says DX. Good luck!))
Had he noticed? That was something hard to tell with Gregory, and it always would be. Had he noticed? Or had his weirdly wired mind had him off somewhere else, going unnoticed to some things? He gave no indication, at first, drifting into familiarities by saying the motto he’d regretted ever speaking in front of his nephew and her. ”Bruises, or it didn’t happen.”
For each simple outing the three ever had, there would be at least one bruise on them afterwards. Something would always happen, always drag them down some twisty path and into a ‘mess’—Ame liked to refer to it as a good night out. Messes didn’t exist; there was only life, and sometimes it got…wild, hectic, and unpredictable, but it was never a mess. A mess would imply there needed to be some cleaning up, fluffing of the pillows and straightening of the covers. The crap Ryan, Greg, and Ame ended up in…it didn’t needed to be cleaned up. It needed to be embraced—for them to wreck the room up even more and enjoy the disorder, uncertainty, impulsion, adrenaline rush—it was living. It was their motto; it was their lifestyle.
Except it wasn’t their life now. Their life had been broken into three parts, rarely to touch. Ametrine no longer had ‘messy’ nights out with her parabatia—with her best friend. She no longer had nights out with her mentoring-uncle figure. She no longer lived life with the use of a plural pronoun.
”When you get to be my age, Ame, I really do hope you have someone who teases you as much as you tease me.” Her smile, still in place, grew. If he had notice, he wasn’t going to bring it up…not yet, anyhow. Ame had no tact. If she wanted to know something, she wouldn’t dance about. She’d ask then and there; she’d not waste time in a game of wit and smarts. Biding her time? Waiting to make a move? That’s how someone would lose everything, how they’d lose all their time—lose their life without even noticing. Fuck that. Now or never, right? Now, she wasn’t dumb, she was more than capable of understanding how a plan of attack along with ‘bidding one’s time’ may be useful, but it just wasn’t for her. It wasn’t her. She couldn’t do it.
There was a very brief moment of guilt pinging through the girl at the hurt puppy look Greg had at her comment, though. His age was a sensitive thing, despite how much he’d play it off at times. He worried that he was, in fact, getting old. It didn’t make sense for him to worry; no matter his age, Greg would always be young at heart and mind. He’d never grow up, and he aged well, right on the road to a silver-fox. Now that would make him blush, wouldn’t it? She’d have to point that out. He let out a sigh before the compliment got to roll from her tongue, however, causing her to hold her breath, smile fading a bit as she waited for what came next, fearful it’d be a jab at getting the truth from her.
”Don’t grow older, Ame.” Smile gone, eyes softening, she kept her breath held as she looked at the side of his face. Even with the faintest of grins on his lips, the girl could see through. She could see the…pain? Was it pain? Pain in his words? Worry, perhaps? She couldn’t place her finger on it, but it held weight to it, his words and meaning, weight that only grew heavier as he continued. "Don't let time sweep you away from those who mean the most to you." Heavier conversations were not something she was down for at the moment; there were times, especially when a little under the influence, she’d dive into a deeper subject. But this wasn’t one of those times. No, this was a time to avoid these topics. She was on the edge of a cliff, and too much of a wind could push her right off, exposing a truth she knew Greg couldn’t handle at the moment. This topic was that wind, or at least the breeze before the harsh gust, she could feel it, and she wouldn’t let it hit her.
Part of her couldn’t help wonder, though, if this was even about her. It almost sounded as if he was saying it in sorrow, as if he’d, himself, let things sweep him away from who meant most to him. But that didn’t make sense because he hadn’t let time break his bond with Ryan or her, or with anyone else she could think of, for that matter. It didn’t occur to her that he could be referring to the years prior to her being around, to the life he’d had before he became a ‘father’ to his nephew and the guardian of her. It didn’t occur to her that Greg may have voids in his life, because it didn’t occur to her that he needed anyone other than the duo and the trio they made all together. In that moment, however, it finally hit her; her guardian may have given up more than he’d ever say to become the man he was today. Did he have regrets? She couldn’t end up like that, with regrets. Regrets were able to take from Greg’s smile, and that said more than any words could. She wouldn’t be able to handle regrets.
Letting out her held breath, Ame’s eyes moved from the side of Greg’s face, looking across the bridge, not seeing much of anything considering her mind was far from that bridge. “You know me and time aren’t close enough for it to be sweeping me off anywhere,” she assured, lips pulling up at one edge into a smirk. It wouldn’t get in her way, time; the only thing that would get in her way was herself—and as of that moment, Ryan. Ryan was in her way, pushing her further and further away as he receded into hiding. He was her brick-wall, her pitfall, her dead-end with regards to keeping her from one of the two people she cared for most in the world for. Redirect the subject. She glanced back to Greg, smirk fading. “Ya know, it’s never too late to do anything, even for an old dog like you.” Dog. Ha. “What’d you let time take from you, exactly? And don’t say nothin’, cause I smell regret on you like cheap cologne.”
Crystal, yup! Fell asleep last night. Reply to it before i start up on my post replies :D.
crystalisn't it awesome! stoked about the girl power that's running London haha.
@Pirate, London is being ruled by women! Not just Titania & Navina, but the high warlock & alpha dog are both women as well. So legit two thirds of the the supernatural 'leaders' in London are women XD. Lovin' it so much! But yeah, no, Navi will love trashin' the Unseelie king. Are you feelin' like Titania will be the type to have 'loyalties' or more reserved and just trusting of herself and her court?
Some of many: Veronica (Roni / V), Sonya, Poppy, Freya, Demi, Quinn
Hmm...either fairy or...maybe shadowhunter for the first? The second im getting strong mundane vibes, but i could see her possibly being a light hearted and sweet warlock...?
Not sure, though XD. They could really fit anything with the right persona!
