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Post by The Original » Tue Mar 24, 2020 3:59 pm


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Duskburg had never been the safest neigborhood in the world, but it did not have an infestation of undead roaming its streets...at least not where the regular folks could see them. This night however would be very very different. No one knows what sparked this. At first, gunshots were heard coming from an alley. Normal and most folks elected to ignore it. It wasn't until a glass eyed pale skinned corpse walked into the streets and literally bit off the throat of an old man did they start panicking.

The old man, who was obviously dead, got up off the ground and started attacking the one closest to them. In a city of
hundreds of thousands, it didn't take too long before the zombie plague spread. The potent venom of Vampire Nobles flowed through the veins of mortals, turning the dead into an army of undead that would listen to the whims of the Vampire Lords and them alone. They wouldn't feel pain, and wouldn't stop, even if every bone in their body broke. The Vampire Venom stiffened and hardened mortal flesh, some undergoing subtle mutations.

This was just a side effect, though. The real goal of the Nobles was to create blood descendants. The zombies were the result of feral newborns feeding on humans. Five of them dominated the skies, attacking any human their blood sight allowed them to see, ignoring everything else regardless of what it was. In the meantime, the Nobles were all busy making more blood descendents.
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- You have to either kill all the infected or the blood descendants to stop the zombies
- Zombies are NPCS. Blood Descendants are not.
- Feel free to do whatever beyond god-modding an instant solution.

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Post by Lord of Nothing » Tue Mar 24, 2020 8:04 pm

Vas was rolling in his grave. Literally. He was sitting upright nearly naked. Knees in the dirt. A fresh lump of soil over his chest cavity. In his fingers was a bloody cigarette that made the air smell of iron and nicotine.

"I shouldn't be fuckin' surprised. Crazy fucks always like to make a lot of noise. Flare for the fuckin' dramatic."

Karine chuckled, the tips of her nails touching the gaps between exposed rows of shark-like teeth. "A brazen move. But like most things this caaaaaaan be worked in our favor." She spoke, the optimist of the situation. Vas nodded in a agreement. And yet it didn't make him necessarily feel better. He looked to his men though, and he smiled once again, reinforcing their notion.

"Same thing as the succubus attacks. You fuckers know the drill. We protect our own. And only that. Move. Move. Move."

An alarm sounded. A state of emergency declared. And people knew the drill.

Having learned from their Duskburg attack, it wouldn't be too soon before people started barricading into their apartments. Gathering whatever weapons they had. Guns, knives and the weapons of someone who lived in really bad neighborhood. Stuff like this happened all the time, so people knew well to clear the streets. And the alarms made that often abundantly clear. Between this, the succubus attack and the attack on Millenium city by an interdimensional time traveler, people knew rather well what often happened.

WOOSH

A wave of air marks her departure.

Vas watched as Karine left, the park becoming blur as she went high up into the air, in place above the skyscrapers before she blends into the immediate darkness and disappears over the darkness of Duskburg.

There was a person laying there. Trampled by the quick and yet careless crowd. The woman was still very much obviously alive. A pack of the more mindless variety of undead looked around, one of them noticing her as the. There was the sound of frantic screaming in the distance and of near by tenants. Gunshots going off in apartments.

The Drinker of Orphans. Devourer of children. The Baleful Baba Yaga appeared from seemingly, landing with nary a sound in the middle of the street. So much so that the undead walking over to the unfortunate woman trampled by the crowd nary batted an eye as it lurched towards what it thought was it's next meal.

The woman closes her eyes and blood splattered on the ground. To her amazement, it wasn't her own. But the blood of the creature which sought to devour her flesh. It's skull crushed in the hands of She tosses the corpse aside as though it were common trash. And the woman seems to look at the corpse itself in horror. From the looks of it. It was someone she knew.

Whoops.

She takes a moment to sniff the blood. Just in case. But it was as she thought. Not consumable.

Ugh.

Oh well. There was going to be more where that came from. Karine stood in a partial war form. Simply put she was naked, standing completely without any sign of genitalia despite the fact that many would attest otherwise. Her doll like anatomy hosting no nipples. Her fangs protruded outward even as she was idle. Her long, gangly fingers not fingers at all, but talons. On both hands and feet. Wings made of black feather, vaguely descendant of something more owl like marked her body.

The other undead took notice, and began to lumber over as well. The first comes and she raises her hand across her chest and then delivers a switch backhand. The creature's splattering into mush as it is sent spinning a few feet off to the side. More of it's blood about her body, though she doesn't seem to mind now. Claws grew, and she disappeared, dashing in a pale whirlwind.

Heads rolled on the floor, neatly cut. And bodies all flopped to the ground.
"Come my children! The Masquerade has been broken, this night..."

She spoke, her voice resonating through the hearts and ears of all of her embraced Childer. The hum of trucks with whatever makeshift barricades could be assembled started to stroll through the streets to make choicepoints with which to hold down the line. These things took time to gather. But Karine and her children were more than happy to give them all the time they needed.

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A sewer grenade burst out of the ground, chunks of asphalt flying with it as it slammed into the face of a zombie. And from the sewers, alleyways and darkest corner of the Varcolac's city, glowing red eyes appeared. As tiny bodies flew from spaces no man could fit into. Tiny bodies which hosted fangs, claws and a musculature befitting that of something which was mature. Some might say a child, given their size. But given that their age demographic stretched back from 10 years old to over a century, one might not be so sure.

"HSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS!!"

One of them leaped forward. Eager to cut loose. Eager to have fun. Eager to land on the shoulders of one zombie, grip its chin within it's claws and then rip off its head. Others poored out. Roughly a little over a hundred tiny little Chinese Nosferatu "children" set loose upon the Varcolac owned parts of the city. And they would go no further as they went about systematically clearing out any local threads with reckless abandon. "Children" busting into windows and kicking down doors, ears to set their claws upon any zombie which sought to grab them.

"Don't stray too far my loves! Oh. And leave any vigilante type alone. Never throw the first punch!"

She chimed, like a parent would. Oh how there was a little bit of concern. Not all of them would be coming back tonight would they. Well, she had coddled them in relative safety for far too long. It was time to set them loose on the world. For them to experience it. For them to live. If they are to die, at least they are to die happy. Isn't that all that a parent could ask for? To see their child truly happy. To finally be able to exercise the power that had been so generously gifted to them by their mother. To matter now?

Please do stay safe.

"Oh boys. It seems you are clear to set up."

And with that, the Boomer Brigade flooded in. Packs of men red coats M500 shotguns and AK47s strolled in improvised armored vehicles ripe with illegal modifications and perfect for crushing cars and stray undead alike. When cleared out the streets with sweeps of machine gun fire, they got out of the car. The children seemed content to cleave off heads as they came. Men where sure to

But it was not the Varcolac's mission to clear out the city. It was their mission to protect their people. Thus, those unfortunate souls stuck on the fang gang territory were going to have to fend for themselves.

Of course when it came to Varcolac businesses and infrastructures. Those who paid their good hard earned money for their protection, they were there. Those who hadn't were left to the obvious dust. Why threaten them? What need is there? When there were so many threats looming over the horizon. And people wanted nothing if not to feel oh so safe. If all goes accord to plan, only human forces would be needed to repel the threat.

Karine smiled at the woman. With a wave of her hand and a whisper, she set two children forth to aid the trampled woman placing her on a mattress. The last thing she sees is the aided.

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The Drinker of Orphans disappears into the literal night. Content to watch the currently controlled carnage from the skies above.
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Click-Click.
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I'm going to need ALOT of ammo...

And hopefully backup. Though she couldn't count on that.

She sits in her bed fully suited up. Bandoleer after bandoleer draped over her shoulders with rows of grenades. Pockets full of magazine all around her utility belt. As tonight, she was going to need a whole lot of ammo. There was a part of her that missed the Blackhawk. It had a lot of stopping power in and of itself for a single shot. But at least this time she had a rifle. And an Assurane gun. She carried all that she could for she would likely well need it tonight.

There were places in the world that still needed heroes. In many places the police worked. Where order was maintained, the police showed up in fifteen minutes and gangs could be quelled in minutes.

A lot of help the city's so called "protectors" were. At the end of the day, they just set up a barricade as the undead roamed around, leaving the work for the already heavily undermanned police forced rushed into the fray to replace the hundred thrown into jail after the Succubus attack.

WHUPPA WHUPPA WHUPPA

Helicopters shined searchlights on dogpiles of undead, feasting upon mounds of meet. Her eyes moving as she watched as vampires soared through the sky and turn people with wanton regard and otherwise unknown motivations. That which was too heavy to carry was stationed on her bike. The girl cut and weaved through sparse remnants of traffic, steering clear of the area. The Varcs had their improvised APCs parked and blocking the way. But they seemed to have no problem in allowing the vigilantes and police go forward to reach their lives and clear out the threat.

Siren blared as she trailed the cop car in front of her. And then deciphering through all the noise, she picks out one thing. Screaming. One man was one the ground. Bleeding. His own body having been caught up the crossfire of another frantic citizen that was long gone.

BANG! His unhinges and falls off. BANG! His teeth fly out of his mouth in piece. BANG! The entire upper portion of the zombies head disappears.

More gunfire as the Once Reaper enters the fray. Bullets embedding themselves perfectly in each individual eye that turned in her direction a near supernatural display off accuracy. The rounds per minute of her Glock was approximately one thousand. So that meant 16 dead zombies every second.

The purple terror walked over now, crowd dispersed. Some people laying on the ground. Another crawling out of a body. Already beginning to turn. A bullet entered his head. Sparing him the experience. Sacha then, turned back to the man. She reached down into her utility belt, hands maneuvering past the vast cashes of armor to reach out for one item in particular.

A handkerchief. Which he may use to wipe the blood off his face as she helped him to his feet, trying to see if the middle-aged man could walk.It was a gunshot wound to the intestine. It hurt a lot. She could tell.

"Are you okay, Mister?"

He could not walk. And she wiped the blood off his face for him.
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Post by Wolfsmädchen » Wed Mar 25, 2020 1:47 am

Liese had been told to expect a war, but she did not think this was the one she had been told to expect, not at all. The werewolf Raul had mentioned a war between the Nosferatu and some incumbent vampires he apparently lowered himself to serving - but in none of their little broken-speech discussions had he mentioned anything like this.

She was of the opinion that something like this should have been mentioned, which meant that this was the wrong war. Liese was not precisely a pacifist, but she had never had any desire to participate in wars. The Germans had gotten it out of their system decades ago, perhaps - or maybe she just liked her solitude too much.

That, though, did not matter at all, because what these creatures were doing to Duskbürg was extreme. The people who lived there were being turned into... she did not know, but they smelled like the dead, and their flesh was rotting. What was the point of having a freezer full of meat in the butcher shop if one left the doors wide open and let it all spoil? Liese had been so careful - she killed only rarely, when people chose death rather than donation. Perhaps dismemberment was the word they might have chosen instead, but Liese never took more than one part, and always something that the person could live without. It was a much better choice than they could have been offered, and she made sure they understood that.

Even with her broken English, they understood the blessing they had been offered. Now, though - now there were less people to offer her choices to, and all the people were dead and rotting. Such a waste.

She shook her head, which - given that her muzzle was currently clamped around the neck of one of the dead-fleshed creatures - had the result of decapitating it entirely - but she didn't stop to devour any of it, only turned to pounce upon the next one, her white wolf's pelt beginning to take on deep gray streaks where the blood splattered it. She tore the second one apart just as easily, the scents on the wind changing as others arrived.

All too recognizeable was the Todfleisch scent of Raul's Nosferatu. Liese had never met one in person, but she'd smelled the corpse of one after he had brought it zum Sumpf des Mordes. It was distinct enough. No doubt he would have told her to stay away, but she wanted to see these creatures for herself, and find out why the American weres thought they needed to die.
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They were easy enough to find. Many of them were small, smaller than she would have expected, but they killed very well, and the dark gray of blood was spattered everywhere in their wake. They didn't attack her, though, even when Liese came into proximity. The small ones, she thought, had orders from someone else. She let them be - she knew how quickly a swarm of something could become overwhelming, and if they weren't going to attack her, then she would respond in kind, snapping jaws shut only on the shambling dead things, tearing a small clearing into relative peace.

It would close soon enough, but perhaps she could find some answers first. She shook herself, blood spattering from her pelt, then the shake becoming a shift somehow, and what was left behind was a young woman, armed with a knife and a scowling expression. She crouched, poking the knife at one of the tiny creatures without actually touching it.
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"You. Nosferatu, ja? You fight these thing? Wer hat sie gemacht?"
She turned, obviously not entirely done with her line of questioning but fully aware of her surroundings, slashing the knife across the eyes of one of the dead things as it tried to approach and interrupt, giving it a kick that sent it tumbling back into a few of its fellows, near enough to some of the other Kinder that they would probably make quick work of it.
"Ugh."


Some words needed no translation at all.

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Post by The Original » Wed Mar 25, 2020 10:02 am

Vampiress Isabella
Her means of turning a servant was a kiss. Once the human was in her full control, she'd bite her own lip before locking with his, her tongue doing the job of injecting the human (often male) with her venom. Afterwards, it only took a few seconds to a minute before they died a painful death and were reborn, and as long as she lived, they'd be hers to command, even if they were ultimately unwilling.

Isabella waited until the newborn came to his devices, looking vicious and hungry. They were the easiest to manipulate as newborns, but they needed to feed on quite a bit of humans before they regained full sanity and sentience. She merely directed him to a human she scooped up from the streets of Duskburg, had dropped him from so high up, he'd shattered all the bones in his body and was ultimately broken in a few places and bleeding.

The eager Vampire was quick to stick his fangs into the dying man and it hadn't taken more than 10 seconds before all of his blood had flown into the Vampire's veins. "Go, drink to your heart's content, but only from humans." They had explicit order not to attack any Nosferatu or Werewolf, both factions were off limits since their new Countess wasn't looking for a war quite just yet, but she did want their numbers to increase.

The newborn took into the night sky. Many were fated to not
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be able to return home alive. And yet, those that does survive would be the strongest among she chose to turn, Fang Gang nor Isabella had need for weaklings in their ranks.
Raul wasn't looking for an eventful evening. Hell, he was just about to dose off to sleep after helping himself to a bit of a snack when he heard the disturbance coming from Duskburg. Rising out of the hole in the tree trunk, the werewolf yawned and stretched before sprinting off towards Duskburg. By the time he reached the southern burrow, the place already looked like a scene out of a Zombie Apocalypse movie. Though initially he was ready to defend himself, the Zombies avoided him entirely, only attacking the humans that still wandered the streets, running and screaming. He...stuck to the shadows. Last thing he wanted was humans to target him instead.

It did merit investigation however, and he'd dragged a Zombie off the street, crushing it beneath his legs before taking a good long sniff. Vampire! He assessed. And not Nosferatu. Fang Gang, then. He moved on after crushing the poor creature's head, giving the long dead a much deserving peace. And now, armed with something to track down, Raul climbed the rooftops.

Wasn't that hard to find the culprit, especially when it didn't make any effort to conceal itself. Raul found a bat like creature with a wingspan of 15 feet with the corpse of a man in its jaws. As soon as it detected Raul, the newborn fled the scene leaving its latest victim.

"Damnit!" Raul growled, annoyed. Was he NOT going to get an answer?

It was a relief that these...zombies and newborn weren't attacking them, but most of Fang Gang assets also happen to include or involve humans. They had stakes to protect, too. After a moment's thoughts, he did the only thing he could think of to salvage this situation. The zombies avoided them. So, they were going to use themselves as front-line defense. He howled to communicate the plan across Duskburg. Werewolves (in human form) came out of the woodwork to stand guard in front of their assets, apartments and areas they needed protecting.

And if that meant crushing a few Zombies and beat some sense into these Vampires? The werewolves were quite ready and resolved to do it.

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Post by Veil Walker » Wed Mar 25, 2020 6:32 pm



Wolf was monitoring the city when all Hell broke loose. A quick tactical analysis showed pure chaos. There were a few pockets of resistance, but overall it was not going well for the normal people. His home was currently set into lockdown mode, steel shutters slamming down over windows and doors. He sat for a moment, considering his options. Another glance reminded him of a forgotten battle in the midst of the second world war, things that could not quite be explained battling it out in Eastern Europe. The Wolf sighed to himself. He was so tired of war. He had given up on being a soldier-spy for a reason. He frowned, and came to a decision. Wolf would not be Wolf if he ignored the screams outside. Moving swiftly, the old soldier stepped into his armory. It had been a long time since the Wolf had worn any form of armor, but if the anarchy outside was any indication, he would need all the help he could get. He began pulling on the various pieces of an experimental prototype battle armor. His contacts in Russia had sent it to him to help test, and it seemed like today was as good a time as any to break it in. The built in exosuit, designed to enhance even Wolf's formidable strength and stamina kicked into life as he went through the pre-fight checks. He powered up the heads up display built in to the helmet, and set it for thermal views, though he set his focus to the cold spots. They definitely seemed to be the most dangerous. He strapped on an experimental PAPOP 3. The gun was not actually supposed to exist, but Wolf had his ways. It was also a felony for him to use it, but he figured the government would make an exception in this case. The weapon, a combination machine gun and grenade launcher used a camera set in the nose and an LCD screen on the stock with an onboard targeting computer which utilized night vision and laser telemtry to track targets. It was a simple thing to route those into the active HUD. Clipping his sword to his belt, and placing a bandolier of grenades across his chest, the Wolf stepped forth into the night.

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The doors swung open, though the rest of the house remained jacketed by steel shutters, leaving only one way in. Moving slowly and carefully, the Wolf begins a series of well placed shots, conserving ammunition. Despite his predilection to use his sword, the Wolf was still an expert shot, and he put those skills to work as he made his way towards survivors. Keeping his head on a swivel, the HUD keeps him apprised of any threats.
"Everyone! Make for my house, get inside and get armed! There are weapons and ammunition inside, as well as medical supplies for triage!" The Wolf's voice, used to cutting through the noise and chaos of a battlefield, easily directs survivors towards his home and the shelter it provides. Wolf continues to make his way, firing into the heads of zombies along his way. Firing a grenade expertly into a cluster of them, Wolf watches dispassionately as blood and teeth go flying off into the night.

"Vampires, werewolves and zombies. Oh my..." Wolf muttered to himself as he continued his long patrol.

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Post by Azra » Wed Mar 25, 2020 8:30 pm

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Megan Sleyn for a moment sat on the steps of her apartment complex honestly happy, and knowing for that fact she was probably going to rot in the depths of hell. Tonight was cathartic, sense moving here she had known Bob her neighbor was cheating on his wife, now she had his brains on her shoe. She knew the landlord was using the rent money to pay for his drug addiction and now his head was open like a cracked egg. Duskburg was filled with bad eggs and she had knocked over a dozen or so Humpty Dumptys tonight already. Clearing out her apartment complex of the undead with a righteous gleeful fury. Because deep down while she wanted to be good she knew she liked it, or maybe that was thoughts left from when she cured an ex of hers of his insanity.

Details right.

It was also just nice having a situation that kind of let her be herself, sense a particular dawn she had been trying to keep clean. Help cure addictions, made that needle on the floor look inviting but it got one more drug addict off the street. Help some of the kids with school work, was some bullies with broken arms that was fairly tame though all things considered. Help an old lady take care of her way to many cats. Help the cats fight the rat infestation, granted one of those large rats was a slippery bitch and a baseball bat may or may not have smashed a vase.

While Megan enjoyed this though there was something wanting to hurt, and to hurt others, to go and get some of her issues out of her system. She wasn't a hero, but she saw a guy running in the street and knew she would save some more people today. A twirl of her bat to clean off the blood and she skipped on over toward the man running. Wind the bat up, wait for the shambling body to draw near and then THWACK!

A body drops with a wet flop and Megan flicks an eye off a nail protruding from her weapon of choice. "I'm Megan, and this is Faith, head inside lock a door or two." Megan remarked to the man introducing herself and what she called her lovely piece of wood. Her joyous skip kept her going towards another group of corpses and she dips low her arm briefly glowing rose and emerald as she bolsters her strength. In a single stroke a song echoes in the streets of popping knees and breaking femurs. Four downward swings and the zombies are done in.

A few moments later and the Martyr used Sable to pull herself to a roof. She could see Karine off aways made even better by clothes appearing to be optional. The Nosferatu could take care of their own though she wasn't needed over there, fun as this was her task was to help the people not flirt. She was a abundance of bad life choices (her's and others) yes,and she was as she liked to put it "to fucked in the head to be a hero" but that wasn't to say she didn't also get in this to help others. So she moved along the roof tops the FAL Karine had given her coming to use as a good rifle to use without falling on Sable's method of gaining ammunition.

Taking a second she paused by the Wolf's place there was a hoard at the door of the building. The gothic lover of violence gave a salute, and then pointed downward's with a finger gun. It was a tad over the top but she felt having a sense of humor and theatrics would shake some of the fears other onlookers might have. Her thumb dropped and a burn appeared on Megan's right index finger. The crowd at the door spontaneously combusted though, the metal door to the building while quite hot could handle the heat. The undead though were rather flammable, heads included.

With that the Martyr looked to close in on a pink dot she saw in the distance. She would stop every once in awhile to pick off undead chasing someone. Eventually she got close though and thus leapt off the roof in what was best described as a perfectly executed, terribly botched wrestling move. From five stories up a flying elbow drop came in on a zombie heading toward the sounds of gunfire from the violet vigilante. An elbow snapped the neck and the momentum carried the body down the head crumpling against cement. The goth responsible having her legs breaking, an ankle should not have bent that way and bones did not belong outside the body. Megan reached for another undead close by though and suddenly the corpse Walker was on the ground on broken legs and Martyr getting to her feet. "Gross it felt like dried leather and popped pimples." The gun of her's barks ending the zombie "sup?"



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Post by Lord of Nothing » Fri Mar 27, 2020 4:43 am

Karen looked on. Watching as the vampires flew about in the open. Humanity beginning to fight back against them. It was funny to think about. How long before the best of humanity, the humans who had taken on gods and repelled entire alien invasions, rose up to greet this new threat. A part of her wondered if they would nuke the city.

Most likely not.

It would be very detrimental to humanity if they did do so. Surely, Vas hadn't killed ALL the vigilantes here. There had to be more who would respond. And soon there was. Joining the girl in bright purple was megan herself. Karine found herself tempted to watch, but knew that she had to remain focused. Keep her eyes on the whole picture. The checkpoints had at least partially built. Flocks of people had come running inward in waves. The crowds sometimes having a late stage infected among them who proved to be an issue.

BANG!

The head exploded, the zombie laid out on the floor. But the man had been bitten. Necrosis already beginning to take his flesh. "No wait. Pleas-"

BANG!

A bullet soared through his head. A mercy. And he too fell to the ground. And people could continue promptly.

"HCKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKK" The hiss nagged against her ears. One of her children felt themselves in danger. It was inevitable that this would happen. However she would prevent it if she could.

The child found itself shrinking back from the woman as she stooped down before it, shrinking back and away. The wolves of this city were the enemy. However, the child hadn't attacked. At least not yet. Not when she spoke to her in a way that at least seemed on not-hostile terms and when she didn't. Still, the child recoiled back, instinctively leaping onto a lamp post.

"You am no friend!" Said the boy in English also broken, but his accent in far more eastern in origin.

Others appeared, swarming the zombie. Each one collectively grabbed a limb and then pulled. The undead had at least proven his flesh more hardened then a normal human. But that did not seem to save him as each limb came off in a spray of blood. The limbless torso falls to the ground, finished off as the Mother appears from the darkness of the sky and lands on it's head. A sickening crunch accompanies a display like a water-melon being hit with a sledgehammer. Her eyes locked squarely on the previously white furred wolf. And her children begin to gather around her. Growling. Instinctively protective of their overseer.

This changes as she walks forward. The children all shrink back. Her expression appears earnest, yet as she uses the torso as a stepping stone and proceeds to towards the woman, she strokes the head of the child who was the first to see her. Something to calm them down. Normally they'd coo.

Karine stepped into the light in a display of full frontal assault, her doll like anatomy visible as she does. Her hands drenched with blood and lowered in a stance that was casual to the laymen. Oriented more so towards equal distribution of weight for swift movement in any direction for an exeprt. Red footprints accompanying.

The owl wings folded and wrapped around her body in a way like a cloak. Flesh knitting itself loosely together as it became like a cloak.

"Far from home little wolf." She says.

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I remembering her white fur. The memory of her shifting in her head. The clothes indicated that she might have been something of the tribal sort. The fact that she kept her clothes and items when shifting indicated that she might have been of the more spiritual variety of wolf. One of many breeds. She did not seem to be from here. That was for sure. Given her white fur, one might think she was from a place a good deal colder.

"We are Nosferatu. We do fight these things." She states, finally answering the woman's question. "Where is your pack?" She says. They probably aren't too far behind. There was expectation almost of an ambush. And she rats scurried around, sniffing. Her children seemed to be watching the alleyways.

The Drinker of Orphans stared at her with eyes blank and a bit hungry. Lacking their usual whimsy. Flying about for such a long time had a tendency to make quite famished. And for this battle she rather lacked the ability to replenish her strength with the blood of her enemies.

Until now.
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The gun is holstered
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The man's legs draggggg across concrete as Lethe tries to pull him.. Admittedly, the man is a little overweight and Lethe while strong for her size, isn't really the best at carrying weights that much beyond her own. Perhaps only double. And this man was something in the realm of triple her mass.

"I'm sorry little lady. I-" The man begins, cut off by Lethe.

"No! It's fine. Really! You just need to get onto the bike." She says, pulling him up to it before finally wrapping his arm and functionally squatting him, hefting him onto the slowly but assuredly. Her eyes snap the side of a zombie nears her. A lumbering creature and yet, one who could overpower the same as most any person.

Crunch.

But they weren't seemingly the smartest or most coordinated of her enemies. Indeed, hopefully this whole thing could be contained. One of these had happened before in New York and it was quickly stamped out. Hopefully the situation here could be the same. The girl she'd known before as Megan delivered a skyhigh elbow drop on top of the zombies head.

"Dropping in I see."

Lethe giggles as she comments on the smell and smiles brightly as she greets her. "Oh nothing!" Lethe replies with an strained smile, as the man reaches outward and pulls himself onto the bike with her assistance. "Okay...." She starts the bike up and moves a few feet away, using it to Ferry the man towards a store.

She takes a moment to assess, looking up into the sky at the vampires soaring up through the air. She looked up, considering engagement. "It's them who are causing this." Another faction of vampires determined to take advantage of humanity. The girl saw them almost the same as the many warlords which currently ruled the war-torn parts of the world she just came form.

She did not work so hard to come here just for her new home to become exactly the same.

"We have to take them out. One of them might " She says looking towards the sky.

She pulls out a phone. And gives wolf a call. And then silently conveys the plan for their team attack.

"So here's the plan. I'm going to shoot at them. And they might try to swoop down and kill us. Sound good?" She said with a cheery smile.

The Diva of Disarray walked over to the nearest stable platform and piece of cover. In this case, it was the hood of a car. She breathes in deeply and looks up in the sky at one of the monsters flying over the sky. The HK416 Assautl Rifle is held on the hood of the car. Her breathing calms. Lethe trusted megan enough for her to see to any zombies who may or may not interact.

"Alright wolf. I'm ready."

There is a countdown.

"Three....

Two....

One...."


Pull.


It was at that moment that wolf shot a grenade in the air vaguely at the direction of one of the monsters. Two hundred and fifty feet covered in a singular second as it flew closer and closer. The Gunslinger Girl didn't focus on where it was as more so as to where it would be. Her breathing was steady and calm. With an exhale, her body entered it's natural respiratory pause. At this point there was no sway or wobble to disrupt her.

The bullet moved in a world of it's own. Quietly busting the sound barrier two times over as it went for it's target. Not the vampire itself. But the grenade soon to be in front of it's face.

BOOM

An explosion set off. In a plume of fire the vampire would would be hit by eardrum obliterating, meat mulching blast waves of the grenade as shrapnel was sent about in all directions for a few hundred feet. Shrapnel which hopefully served the put a grenade many holes in the thing's flesh and wings, hopefully bringing it crashing down to the ground.

BANG The all too irrelevant sound of the previously mentioned gunshot.

Lethe however knew not to count on that. Her mind processed a great many areas to move. A cityscape gave a lot for her in concerns to maneuverability and concealment.
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Image
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It wouldn't be hard to see her. She was small but less the tactically colored with a shade of a bright purple. Indeed, to anyone she would be incredibly easy to spot from even so high up. Standing there is giving them the bird regardless of whether or not he or she fell, was unphased or was flying right towards her.

Be it one of them, two of them or all of them. The more the merrier. Normally she wasn't so vulgar as she never did swear. But she'd decided to make an exception for them if it meant getting their attention. And what would their predatory instincts tell them except to lunge at the small, human girl One who is clearly in over her head.

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Post by The Original » Fri Mar 27, 2020 6:00 am

Neither Isabella nor any of her fellow Nobles expected all of their progeny to survive the night. Some flew in the skies above Duskburg, others kept to the shadows, resisting the urge of their blood and silently suffered in a forgotten corner of the city. Yet others had invaded apartment complexes in their bloodlust.

One of the blood descendants, in her transformed state with four wings, each with a span of 2 meters scoured the city in search of her next meal. The zombies were spreading, from infected to non-infected, which made it quite difficult to find new prey. Even though she was blind, large bat like ears enabled her to see everything without difficulty. She emitted subtle sonic bursts that acted as sonar, constantly updating her "vision" with everything around her for half a mile.

It was then that she noticed Lethe, standing on the hood of a car, the blood in her veins uncorrupted by Vampire venom. This was a meal. She moved to avoid the object that came at her, the grenade, swooping down towards Lethe, unaware of the girl's plans, missing the bullet entirely, only registering a disruption in sound around her vicinity as the bullet passed her, impacting with the granade.

There was a loud boom.

And while she was a fair distance from the grenade, she was ultimately caught in the blast radius, pure concussive force blasting her from behind, fire scorching her back and shrapnel pelting her wings and shredding and tearing them, the newborn was thrown off balance towards the ground, hurtling in the air right towards where Lethe was standing. Her shriek filled the air, attracting the attention of the zombies who in their usual fervor, seemed to all come to the spot, threatening to surround them, both Wolf and Lethe.

No, she didn't die, but she suffered burns and minor injuries.

Isabella watched from her perch up high, reluctant to help her progeny, much as she wanted them to survive. Only the strongest of the strongest were to serve Fang Gang in the upcoming war against the Valcorac. Her attention momentarily went elsewhere, to the wolves protecting their flock, a noble attempt. They worked for Fang Gang after all, the humans. However, even as they did, they were replaceable, in her perspective. An odd stalemate between the newborns, zombies and the werewolves standing in defense of a few human stock had formed.

The Blood Descendent crashed into asphalt and metal, and attempted to get up through a hailstorm of bullets, fired at her by human authorities. They were just mildly annoying. A flutter of her prehensile wings sliced them apart. Torn wings began mending themselves, and burn wounds slowly recovered under the intensity of the blood she had absorbed that night. She wouldn't be airborn for at least two minutes.

The Zombie contagion spread without any sign of stopping, for the Nobles had started out with five, but they made more in the subsequent minutes that followed. And they spread thin over the city, spreading everywhere south of Dusk Heights with reckless Wanton.

Barricades put up to quarantine infected areas around the gang turfs seem to contain the zombies, while pile upon piles of bodies gathered around the Valcorac turf. Zombies facing the werewolves simply stopped, confused. A visible changed occurred in some zombies though, the moment that the Blood Descendant attacked by Lethe and Wolf went down, a fair potion of the zombies with her venom inside them also ceased to function, not dead, but rendered immobile temporarily and collapsed to the ground. For the observant, they could see a connection between the blood descendants and the zombie plague.

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Post by illirica » Fri Mar 27, 2020 1:39 pm

The little thing spoke, which Liese had not expected - though she could not precisely say why. She supposed she thought they would be mute things, capable only of unformed sounds, not words. Its words were, perhaps, at least as rough as her own - heavily accented, but not a familiar accent. Not European, in any case. Poorly phrased or not, she could understand its claim, and perhaps might have tried to speak to it more - but it became busy, with the enemy she'd shoved in its direction, all the little ones rending limbs apart. They were strong, for their size. That was a good thing to know.

The dead thing's final demise dropped from the sky, not a little thing this time but a fully-fledged woman... or something approximating one, anyway. Despite the lack of determining genitalia, this one seemed vaguely feminine. The smaller ones crowded to her, protective, and Liese was mildly amused that they thought her a greater threat than anything else out there.
The woman soothed them but did not look to them, her control of them evidently considered absolute.

Far from home. Yes, that was correct.
"No pack. Alle tot, im Deutschland. Only Liese, come here. Pack here ist..."
She shrugged, in a manner that was somehow much more eloquent than her words. She seemed unimpressed, to say the least.
"With vampire. Good doggie. Not good wolf."
Her expression shifted, into something that would have been a smile if it had been a little less lifted around the canines - as such, it was sharper, hungrier.

The woman's gaze had sharpened as well, focused on Liese. Liese knew that look very well - the woman thought she was prey. Maybe she was used to the othere weres.
"Liese not für Essen, Nosferatu. People für Essen, aber..."
Her gaze encompassed the area, the decaying flesh of the things that had once been perfectly good people.
"All this, ruin good meat. Fight, ja? Protect people, have nice dinner, then maybe we fight little bit. No worry. I not eat Ihre Kinder. Todfleisch not smell good."
Her head turned slightly, her eyes shifting to the sky while her chin moved slightly down and to the right, keeping her throat unexposed while looking upwards, her ear primed to catch any sound of danger from the woman with whom she was speaking. One of the things in the sky had been brought down. Liese didn't know anything about fighting in the air - wolves were not known for their flying abilities, after all. Still, there was something about those sky-creatures.
"You bring one down, Liese kill. Help Ihre Kinder, ja? Today work together, tomorrow maybe kill."


Liese wasn't about to form an alliance with any vampires for anything more than the moment. Unlike the other weres here, she was no one's pet.

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Post by Veil Walker » Sat Mar 28, 2020 3:24 pm


Wolf strode steadily through the chaos, his gun firing near constantly in short, precise shots. Heads popped and cracked like eggs under the gaze of the Wolf. Even the Wolf knew enough about zombies to go for the head. Wolf walked not as a soldier, or a killer, but as mercy. Mercy come to those who had suffered too long, and been vilely changed. If a cure were possible, it was a thing far beyond Wolf's knowledge. So he did what he knew how to do. Wolf fought. He had meant to lay aside the role of the soldier, believing himself to be a changed man. Now, however, he felt the old rush in his blood. His eyes shone brighter as he continued his path, and he began to sing in a loud, rich voice.

"From mists of far away
Comes a tale told today
Honor true and courage bold
This a tale that must be told
We are the men of Phoenix Core
Fighting on forevermore
Standing strong against all odds
Striding forth as if gods
Virtue is our only shield
To our enemy, we never yield
We are the men of Phoenix Core
Fighting on forevermore." It was an old war song, not heard on a battlefield for over sixty years, sung by the last man with any right to sing it. The Old Wolf's voice rang out clear and true, as he made his way to the companion who had called him.
"Malen'kiy volk!" He cried, grinning broadly. "A pleasure to see you fighting the good fight." While his smile was obscured by his helmet, the joy in his eyes shone forth as he took his place at Sacha's side. Sharp, quick shots rang out, and more eggs were served up for Death's breakfast.
"It was a bold shot of yours, taking the grenade in midair. Quite impressive. Still, there are quite a number of enemies on this field. It will be a test to see whether we can hold out." Even as he spoke, Wolf fired short bursts, all the while scanning the battlefield for some kind of advantage.
"If all else fails, we can make for my home. It is not too far from here, and well supplied. A siege may be easier to weather than this war in the streets." Wolf spoke to Sacha not as a man to a child, but as one soldier to another. He had heard her say she had killed, and now saw the proof laid before his eyes. She had more than earned his respect already, and the war was only freshly minted. Wolf's grin broadened. A good fight with good companions. He had missed this.

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