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Post by superkamiguy1 on Apr 8, 2023 4:32:14 GMT
A Sub Thread Where The Various Members Of The Criminal Underworld And A Few Supernatural's React To The Announcement Of The Blood Hunt And The Contestants Involved.
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Post by Valhalla Erikson on Apr 8, 2023 4:54:28 GMT
Thank's bro! And BIG thanks for the thread!
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Post by Valhalla Erikson on Apr 8, 2023 5:20:37 GMT
Moonlight Shadows (Hinansho, Japan)
Even with the sound of the music pumping through the confines of the Night Club and the crowd enjoying their nighttime festivities it wouldn't distract Baron Battosai from the inevitable that's to come. Within the confines of the VIP Lounge he rubs his face irritably. He already had his phone shut off the moment he got the signal of the impending countdown of the Blood Hunt. He knew, when John had that hit on him awhile back, it was only a matter of time. He wanted no part of it. When the signal hit, he immediately contacted some of his friends and suggested to take a neutral stance on this. Everybody liked John. And Sevario was a buffoon. He should have been dead a while ago. John didn't deserve this.
More to come soon....
Note: Neutral Stance is an option those informed about The Blood Hunt would take. If there is something about The Blood Hunt a person doesn't agree with, they have the right to exercise the Neutral option. And they have till the end of the countdown to make that decision. When someone breaks the neutral stance then that person breaks the rule of The High Table. Which makes them part of the Blood Hunt.
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Post by Valhalla Erikson on Apr 8, 2023 6:12:29 GMT
ElsewhereSwan
It was a peaceful dawn at the luxurious golf course, with a brilliant green landscape. The sprinkler heads popped up from the ground, watering the already dew-soaked lawn. The course was surrounded by barren desert, but the palm fronds were swaying neatly, providing shade from the scorching sun. A young man around 14 wearing a pair of bright yellow trousers approached a brand-new Titleist 3 ball that lay just on the edge of the rough. He confidently addressed the ball with an iron and chipped it out with ease. The ball rolled and bobbled, avoiding hazards and finding lanes, before finally falling into the hole. After setting the ball on the next tee, the young man walked over to his leather golf bag. He pulled a wipe rag from the top of the bag and dropped it on the ground, revealing a compact sniper rifle with a long silencer. He kneeled down, holding the rifle firmly in place with one foot and setting his spikes with the other. The young man, whose name was Swan, is a highly skilled assassin. A prodigy within the criminal underworld. He looked down the scope of the rifle and saw three silver-haired figures on another part of the course, through groves of trees and rough. One of them, in a red sweater, appeared to be setting up for a putt. Without hesitation, Swan aimed and pulled the trigger. A low THUNK sound echoed across the course. A second later, the man in the red sweater collapsed onto the green, his head disappearing into a mist of crimson. Who was he? How did he managed to get on the shitlist of a member of the Criminal Underworld? Those are the kind of questions Swan doesn't care about. All he sees are figures added into his bank account. He calmly returned the rifle to his golf bag and pulled out a driver. He moved to the tee and whacked the ball, watching as it curved away from the intended path. "Hooked it," he whispered absently he felt his cell phone buzz. He pulled it out and answered it to see the signal for the upcoming Blood Hunt. When Swan sees who the participant is he can feel his heart racing, he felt like an average person about to meet their favorite celebrity at a convention. He shuts his phone off and puts it back in his pocket. He closed his eyes and took a few deep breaths to calm himself. Never get emotional, was something that Henry: The Red had taught him. When you're emotionally compromised, you'd risk causing mistakes. And Swan couldn't let that happen. He opens his eyes, then calmly crouched down to zip the bag before he vanishes. Taking the bag along with him. Note: Swan is a Chimera (A person born with superpowers) and his power is the ability to teleport. He's loosely inspired by the assassin Zero from the 3rd film who is a BIG fan of John Wick. Which, given circumstances, makes this an unintentionally tragic scenario.
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Post by superkamiguy1 on Apr 8, 2023 20:30:14 GMT
Methuselah Keres and Nerezza Keres, a twin pair of hulking giants dressed all in black shirts, jeans, long sleeved black overcoats with black gloves, sat in the middle of their expansive, empty, dark family tomb in silent meditation together focusing only on their image training. A series of intricate prolonged duels to the death between them in progressively harsher environments. Their image training was so well honed, so disciplined, so real to the both of them that injuries began appearing on their bodies underneath their clothing. Not that you could tell from the empty expressions on the Keres Twins. The twins were....unique beings, appearing mutated even among standard Chimeras, with their eerie, gray, stonelike flesh and pitch black eyes. Rumor had it that the two were experiments to create improved hitmen by The High Table but nobody but the highest members of The High Table knew for certain. The twins continued their prolonged mental duel until they were interrupted by the arrival of Table Seat #10 Henri Désiré Monvoisin. A tall man of average height with reddish-brown hair, a handsome face and an intricately designed red jacket worn over a fancy black suit. He had a golden pin showing his rank on the High Table on his jacket. "Bonsoir!" He greeted them cheerfully. "Ça fait longtemps, dis donc! Tu vas bien, le exécuteurs?" The twins opened their eyes simultaneously, stood up and turned to face him as one. They said nothing but the steely eyed looks on their faces let him know that they wanted to get down to business immediately. Alwais straight to businéz. That's what ai lik abut zé deux of you. Lets get started. Do you récognize zis man?" He asked and showed them the alert about John. Despite not changing their expressions they gave him a good long look before nodding. "Good. Zis man, ur uld friend john, 'as brokén deux of zé greatest taboos of le whirld: He 'as murdaired a high tabuhl membair on Continental Grounds et now 'e eez on lé run. Ai went zé deux of you to 'unt 'im down and tair 'is 'ead off. Stop fair notheng, fullows ze rulé of lé Blood Hunt, et keehl anyoné who provides 'im aid and bréng bak 'is 'ead. Undairstood?" The twins walked over to a table, grabbed their black fedoras, placed them on their heads, turned back around and nodded. "Magnifique." He lead the twins out of the tomb and they left with his men to be transported to John's location while Raphaël, Henri's right hand man, stood next to him and watched them walk off. "<I mean no offense sir, but don't you think that bringing them in is rather overkill?>" The towering, burly, blonde man with the shaved blonde hair asked his boss. "<Considering who they're up against and the magnitude of John's transgressions? No, not at all. Besides, if my hunch about John's ally in this coming battle turns out to be true, then we'll need their level of power.>"
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Post by superkamiguy1 on Apr 8, 2023 20:47:06 GMT
ElsewhereSwan
It was a peaceful dawn at the luxurious golf course, with a brilliant green landscape. The sprinkler heads popped up from the ground, watering the already dew-soaked lawn. The course was surrounded by barren desert, but the palm fronds were swaying neatly, providing shade from the scorching sun. A young man around 14 wearing a pair of bright yellow trousers approached a brand-new Titleist 3 ball that lay just on the edge of the rough. He confidently addressed the ball with an iron and chipped it out with ease. The ball rolled and bobbled, avoiding hazards and finding lanes, before finally falling into the hole. After setting the ball on the next tee, the young man walked over to his leather golf bag. He pulled a wipe rag from the top of the bag and dropped it on the ground, revealing a compact sniper rifle with a long silencer. He kneeled down, holding the rifle firmly in place with one foot and setting his spikes with the other. The young man, whose name was Swan, is a highly skilled assassin. A prodigy within the criminal underworld. He looked down the scope of the rifle and saw three silver-haired figures on another part of the course, through groves of trees and rough. One of them, in a red sweater, appeared to be setting up for a putt. Without hesitation, Swan aimed and pulled the trigger. A low THUNK sound echoed across the course. A second later, the man in the red sweater collapsed onto the green, his head disappearing into a mist of crimson. Who was he? How did he managed to get on the shitlist of a member of the Criminal Underworld? Those are the kind of questions Swan doesn't care about. All he sees are figures added into his bank account. He calmly returned the rifle to his golf bag and pulled out a driver. He moved to the tee and whacked the ball, watching as it curved away from the intended path. "Hooked it," he whispered absently he felt his cell phone buzz. He pulled it out and answered it to see the signal for the upcoming Blood Hunt. When Swan sees who the participant is he can feel his heart racing, he felt like an average person about to meet their favorite celebrity at a convention. He shuts his phone off and puts it back in his pocket. He closed his eyes and took a few deep breaths to calm himself. Never get emotional, was something that Henry: The Red had taught him. When you're emotionally compromised, you'd risk causing mistakes. And Swan couldn't let that happen. He opens his eyes, then calmly crouched down to zip the bag before he vanishes. Taking the bag along with him. Note: Swan is a Chimera (A person born with superpowers) and his power is the ability to teleport. He's loosely inspired by the assassin Zero from the 3rd film who is a BIG fan of John Wick. Which, given circumstances, makes this an unintentionally tragic scenario. A teleporting child soldier sniper! Now that's terrifying to deal with! This kid is going to be a scary threat!
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Post by superkamiguy1 on Apr 8, 2023 20:56:49 GMT
Moonlight Shadows (Hinansho, Japan)
Even with the sound of the music pumping through the confines of the Night Club and the crowd enjoying their nighttime festivities it wouldn't distract Baron Battosai from the inevitable that's to come. Within the confines of the VIP Lounge he rubs his face irritably. He already had his phone shut off the moment he got the signal of the impending countdown of the Blood Hunt. He knew, when John had that hit on him awhile back, it was only a matter of time. He wanted no part of it. When the signal hit, he immediately contacted some of his friends and suggested to take a neutral stance on this. Everybody liked John. And Sevario was a buffoon. He should have been dead a while ago. John didn't deserve this.
More to come soon....
Note: Neutral Stance is an option those informed about The Blood Hunt would take. If there is something about The Blood Hunt a person doesn't agree with, they have the right to exercise the Neutral option. And they have till the end of the countdown to make that decision. When someone breaks the neutral stance then that person breaks the rule of The High Table. Which makes them part of the Blood Hunt.
You really got to feel for Baron here. One of the saner individuals in this situation who wants to help his friend but is forced to stay neutral in order to keep himself and his family, plus Hinansho, out of it. Interesting info about the neutrality option and the logical consequences when you break that vow of neutrality. Looking forward to seeing how Baron's situation continues to develop more over the course of the story.
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Post by superkamiguy1 on Apr 8, 2023 21:10:16 GMT
"Hahahahahahahahahaha! ZEEEEEEEEEEEE-HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!" Boss Manfredi 'The Scourge' Palermo laughed loud and proud as he heard the news about the coming Blood Hunt. "The crazy sonnova gun actually did it! How about that, huh? Now the whole world's after him! You can't buy entertainment like this!" Manfredi laughed and leaned back in his throne as he looked at the alert on his phone. Manfredi was a colossal, large man with a wild beard, dark hair and a cheerful smile that seemed incapable of leaving his face and was clad in dark clothes in the form of a fancy high class suit. Chuckling to himself he chose The Neutrality Option. He had no personal feud with John, never liked Sevario anyway, and saw no reason to sacrifice any of his manpower on this when sitting back and watching the fireworks would be far more entertaining. No, Manfredi's plan was sit back, relax, enjoy the show and see where the dust settled first before he made any further moves. "The rest of you lot get ready to enjoy the show! This is gonna be the best Blood Hunt in ages! Massacres like this are rarely seen even by our eyes after all! YOU LOT ARE IN FOR A SHOW TONIGHT!" He declared to the cheers of his men. Darkness floated upwards from his body while he stroked Crimsonfangs, his pet Cerberus, and his ladies, Natalie & Olivia, relaxed against him. Both of them eagerly anticipating the bloodbath to come. (Best of luck to you, John, you're going to need it out there.)
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Post by superkamiguy1 on Apr 9, 2023 0:19:18 GMT
A muscular, athletic, woman with the physique of a star MMA Fighter and the experience of an ice cold mercenary finished strapping on her body armor and equipment while walking towards a metal door with a keypad on it. She pressed a few buttons on it the keypad and the door opened up and she walked inside to a large room full of guns. A wall to wall arsenal. A full on armory! Exactly the kind of weapons you want to bring into The Blood Hunt. The woman began grabbing weapons and ammunition from the wall while the pitter patter of little feet on the metal floor grew closer and closer to her until the door to the room opened up and the woman's younger sister ran into her armory room. "Deedee! Deedee! Did you hear the news? It's John!" Yelena called to her. Dyogtina Domka Denisovna, more commonly referred to as The Death Dealer, or just Deedee by her sister Yelena, stepped out holding a Benelli M2 Super 90 and smiled at her little sister. "Oh I've heard, Yelena, and I'm going. This is the challenge I've been looking for. A target like John only comes around once in a lifetime, a Blood Hunt like this only comes once in a generation, no way in hell am I missing this."
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Post by Valhalla Erikson on Apr 9, 2023 8:37:48 GMT
Timeline wise this take place a few months after Suko was apprehended and Chidori ends up living with the Kurosawas.
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Post by Valhalla Erikson on Apr 9, 2023 10:56:49 GMT
Moonlight Shadows (Hinansho, Japan)
Even with the sound of the music pumping through the confines of the Night Club and the crowd enjoying their nighttime festivities it wouldn't distract Baron Battosai from the inevitable that's to come. Within the confines of the VIP Lounge he rubs his face irritably. He already had his phone shut off the moment he got the signal of the impending countdown of the Blood Hunt. He knew, when John had that hit on him awhile back, it was only a matter of time. He wanted no part of it. When the signal hit, he immediately contacted some of his friends and suggested to take a neutral stance on this. Everybody liked John. And Sevario was a buffoon. He should have been dead a while ago. John didn't deserve this.
More to come soon....
Note: Neutral Stance is an option those informed about The Blood Hunt would take. If there is something about The Blood Hunt a person doesn't agree with, they have the right to exercise the Neutral option. And they have till the end of the countdown to make that decision. When someone breaks the neutral stance then that person breaks the rule of The High Table. Which makes them part of the Blood Hunt.
Baron Battosai
Of course, if his instincts are correct, neither does Carmella. While everyone within the criminal underworld don't blame John for what he did, it doesn't ignore the fact that John broke the rules and John has to deal with the consequences that follow. But Carmella's only crime in this is her compassion for someone she cares about. If there's anything he respects about Carmella it's her humanity, but her humanity is going to get her in trouble. Baron felt two comforting hands placed on his shoulders, "Anything I could do to put your mind at ease?" a comforting voice of Celeste asked in a soothing tone. No matter how distressed Baron may feel Celeste always knew how to ease the tension. "You're by my side, love. That's all the comfort I'd need." Baron said, reaching back and caress one of Celeste's hands with his. She wears a classy yet eye catching red dress. Looking more like a femme fatale in a hardboiled detective movie than a representative of her respective House. "Complement appreciated, darling. If you'd like I can have Morgaine and Gwen scout the event, despite our neutral stance Carmella would need someone to get her out of the battlefield and properly taken care of once it's all over." Baron thought about that offer then glanced back at his wife, "What of Malty?" If there is another form of comfort, he has is that his younger sister Malty is having a girl's night out with Chidori, Hana, Toki, Hawk, Amaya, Rin and Ichika. With Morgaine and Gwen watching from the distance. Baron felt Celeste's body pressed behind him as she whispered in his ear. "Come on, Darling. Look at who she's in the presence of. Plus, underneath that blonde ditz demeanor lies a deadly siren. Plus, the majority of the wretched will have their focus on the Blood Hunt. Besides, having our girls help Carmella in the end would improve our relations with the Red Dragons" Baron smiled at his wife's presence; he can feel his Daemon stir within him as her free hand roamed down and caressed his well sculpted chest underneath his white dress shirt. "Mmm I fucking love you babe" "I know you do, darling." "You do make a great point. Send the call to Morgaine and Gwen" Note: Morgain on the left, Gwen on the right.
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Post by superkamiguy1 on Apr 9, 2023 21:33:57 GMT
Moonlight Shadows (Hinansho, Japan)
Even with the sound of the music pumping through the confines of the Night Club and the crowd enjoying their nighttime festivities it wouldn't distract Baron Battosai from the inevitable that's to come. Within the confines of the VIP Lounge he rubs his face irritably. He already had his phone shut off the moment he got the signal of the impending countdown of the Blood Hunt. He knew, when John had that hit on him awhile back, it was only a matter of time. He wanted no part of it. When the signal hit, he immediately contacted some of his friends and suggested to take a neutral stance on this. Everybody liked John. And Sevario was a buffoon. He should have been dead a while ago. John didn't deserve this.
More to come soon....
Note: Neutral Stance is an option those informed about The Blood Hunt would take. If there is something about The Blood Hunt a person doesn't agree with, they have the right to exercise the Neutral option. And they have till the end of the countdown to make that decision. When someone breaks the neutral stance then that person breaks the rule of The High Table. Which makes them part of the Blood Hunt.
Baron Battosai
Of course, if his instincts are correct, neither does Carmella. While everyone within the criminal underworld don't blame John for what he did, it doesn't ignore the fact that John broke the rules and John has to deal with the consequences that follow. But Carmella's only crime in this is her compassion for someone she cares about. If there's anything he respects about Carmella it's her humanity, but her humanity is going to get her in trouble. Baron felt two comforting hands placed on his shoulders, "Anything I could do to put your mind at ease?" a comforting voice of Celeste asked in a soothing tone. No matter how distressed Baron may feel Celeste always knew how to ease the tension. "You're by my side, love. That's all the comfort I'd need." Baron said, reaching back and caress one of Celeste's hands with his. She wears a classy yet eye catching red dress. Looking more like a femme fatale in a hardboiled detective movie than a representative of her respective House. "Complement appreciated, darling. If you'd like I can have Morgaine and Gwen scout the event, despite our neutral stance Carmella would need someone to get her out of the battlefield and properly taken care of once it's all over." Baron thought about that offer then glanced back at his wife, "What of Malty?" If there is another form of comfort, he has is that his younger sister Malty is having a girl's night out with Chidori, Hana, Toki, Hawk, Amaya, Rin and Ichika. With Morgaine and Gwen watching from the distance. Baron felt Celeste's body pressed behind him as she whispered in his ear. "Come on, Darling. Look at who she's in the presence of. Plus, underneath that blonde ditz demeanor lies a deadly siren. Plus, the majority of the wretched will have their focus on the Blood Hunt. Besides, having our girls help Carmella in the end would improve our relations with the Red Dragons" Baron smiled at his wife's presence; he can feel his Daemon stir within him as her free hand roamed down and caressed his well sculpted chest underneath his white dress shirt. "Mmm I fucking love you babe" "I know you do, darling." "You do make a great point. Send the call to Morgaine and Gwen" Note: Morgain on the left, Gwen on the right. Get wrecked Suko! But yeah this is a nice scene. It's cool to see them still making moves of their own despite being neutral on the matter, showing love for each other and concern for their friend and how desperate things are going to get for John and Carmella in the coming Blood Hunt which is shaping up to be an all out war! This is definitely going to be an insane battle and a massive uphill struggle for the two of them to be sure! I do love the relationship between Baron and Celeste as well of course and I'm looking forward to seeing Gwen and Morgaine scoping out The Blood War. Especially once they report back about The High Table sending out The Keres Twins.
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Post by superkamiguy1 on Apr 11, 2023 2:37:10 GMT
Ambrosia Diavolo set her phone aside after choosing the Neutrality option. That was just to make them leave her alone so she could focus on the greater plan. She knew the overall plan, they were now in Phase 3 after all, so Carmella and John just had to do their part. What really interested her was the roles everyone else would be playing. More specifically, Henri Désiré Monvoisin. John had murdered TWO High Table Members, and one of them was on Continental Grounds, which were two of the greatest sins one could commit in The Criminal Underworld. Considering the magnitude of John's sins, nobody hard dared assassinate a High Table Member in decades, she could logically assume that they'd respond in their usual method of Overwhelming Force. The massive bounty on John wasn't even the worst of what was coming for them. Knowing Henri, he'd breakout some of The High Table's Heavy Hitters, their Big Guns, The Exterminators. Ambrosia knew about the existence of The Monsters they had in The Paris Catacombs and this was exactly the kind of situation that The Table would break them out for. That was what Ambrosia wanted. She wanted those two brought out into the light. She wanted them exposed. She wanted Carmella to see them. Ambrosia couldn't predict exactly how The Vampire Princess would react of course but she predicted that she wouldn't exactly be thrilled at seeing The High Table's Monsters up close and personal. Their Twisted Experiments exposed. Between them and sending their armies after her and John, Carmella's dear, dear friend, Ambrosia had a feeling that Carmella would be seeking revenge regardless of how this turned out with John. Even better, Ambrosia had to assume that The Shepard High Council and The Battousai's would be watching this situation very closely. Ambrosia could only imagine their reactions to The Exterminators being exposed. In the case of Shepard....if word of this would trickle back down to Her....it could be just the spark to bring her old nemesis back into the light to investigate them. Ambrosia couldn't wait. Blood Hunts never passed without copious amounts of death, chaos and carnage and copious amounts of fallout. But this...this was going to be different....this was going to be atomic! It was going be beautiful! They were about to let the Genie out of its bottle and there would be no going back! The Blood Hunt was going to ignite a revolution and it would be amazing to watch! She looked up at the clock and back down at the holographic diorama of the city as the players began taking their places. She was eagerly anticipating the coming war because quite frankly....Ambrosia had grown bored of The High Table over the long years she'd walked the Earth, from identity to identity, watching them grow decadent and corrupt and hypocritical. Powerful, yes, but nowhere near as noble as they were in their prime. Years of a lack of a proper challenge had left them complacent and sloppy. It was time for a wake-up call. It was time to knock them off of their High Tower, drag them from their decadent nests and bitchslap them with reality. It was time bring back The Old Days. The Second Coming Of The Caped Crusaders. It was time for a revolution and The Blood Hunt was just the beginning. After this festival of death concluded and the carnage was exposed to The Public, The Heroes would start rising up again. After all, Heroes always rise up in the darkest times. It was time to bring them back to the light to spice things up again. There might not ever be another Serenity, and really who could be, but there could always be a New Guiding Light to lead The Second Coming. Ambrosia clasped her hands and smiled down on the city. "Now then, all of the pieces are finally in place, lets get this party started. It's all up to you now, Princess Carmella."
That light, that hope, the faith in humanity that you both hold onto is fleeting. Even the most brilliant lights eventually flicker and die. And when they are gone, darkness will return. So you may prepare your guardians, build your monuments to a so-called free world, but take heed... there will be no victory in strength.
Or perhaps victory is in the simpler things you've long forgotten. Things that require a smaller, more honest soul.
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Post by superkamiguy1 on Apr 11, 2023 3:03:17 GMT
Turning and turning in the widening gyre
The falcon cannot hear the falconer;
Things fall apart; the centre cannot hold;
Mere anarchy is loosed upon the world,
The blood-dimmed tide is loosed, and everywhere
The ceremony of innocence is drowned;
The best lack all conviction, while the worst
Are full of passionate intensity.
Surely some revelation is at hand;
Surely the Second Coming is at hand.
The Second Coming! Hardly are those words out
When a vast image out of Spiritus Mundi
Troubles my sight: somewhere in sands of the desert
A shape with lion body and the head of a man,
A gaze blank and pitiless as the sun,
Is moving its slow thighs, while all about it
Reel shadows of the indignant desert birds.
The darkness drops again; but now I know
That twenty centuries of stony sleep
Were vexed to nightmare by a rocking cradle,
And what rough beast, its hour come round at last,
Slouches towards Bethlehem to be born?
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Post by Valhalla Erikson on Apr 13, 2023 20:29:24 GMT
"It's unfortunate the way things ended up. While others wouldn't say it I can tell from their expressions that there was one question that lingered in their minds. Was it personal? When you figured it out, I believe you'd know that I never believe in responding through vengeance. And there was nothing personal about my actions. I never liked Sevario but what happened I did for political reasons. He was never suited to be in power and his actions resulted in that. Joanna was a casualty at best. No different than a civilian caught in the middle of a gun war between two rival gangs. So, when I say it wasn't personal, John. You know I'm telling the truth. Yet still, if an afterlife in this realm exists, I bet you're laughing your ass off right now dear" Lady Victoria Volkov comments to herself as she looked at her portrait of her late husband, Vladimir Volkov, in the living room of the Volkov manor. "You and our..simple minded older son" Lady Volkov reflects to the events that led up to this moment. From her casual manipulations regarding Sevario, she's aware that he wanted to obtain his sister's position within the table, but she also knows he's an impulsive individual. The only reason he remained alive this long was because of Joanna. Joanna's only crime was the love of her family. And Lady Volkov knows, even in death, she'd never hate her brother. Yet she took comfort to know she loved her son, Servantes even more. She noticed her brother's unhealthy intentions regarding him. She and her husband noticed too. Vlad loved Servantes like his own kids and he wanted Sevario dead. But Lady Volkov persuaded him to be patient. His own vices will be the death of him. (The plan is in place Ambrosia. All John and his companion need to do is stay alive) She was interrupted from her thoughts when she hears a panting sound coming from her pet. Goliath, her dragon that is about the size of a horse stopped before it's master and wagged its tale. Lady Volkov smiled warmly at the dragon. "All this anticipation and I forgot that it's your dinner time." On cue her bodyguard Elijah arrived with a bowl that contained a really large stake. "Dinner is served" Elijah commented before placing the bowl down. Goliath rushed to the bowl and happily devoured the steak. "Eat well Goliath" Lady Volkov commented while she leaned down and pet the dragon. Goliath wagged its tail in response. "The traveling arrangements regarding Valmont has been arranged Milady" Elijah said Lady Volkov glanced up at him. Out of all the soldiers under her employ Elijah is the one she considered the most reliable. "Is Servantes informed?" "He mentions he'll personally pick him up as soon as the young master arrives at Shepard." "Good." Lady Volkov stood up. Elijah is a tall individual but even at his height he still dwarfs Lady Volkov in about a few inches. "Everything is in motion, all that is left is for our guest to arrive" Despite his no-nonsense demeanor, Elijah provided a look of disapproval. "Whatever is on your mind you're free to share it" "Are you sure you won't need my services. You will be in the company of vampires after all." Lady Volkov smiled, even in a realm that is unlike their own there is still a sense of knightly chivalry within her guardsman and her friend. She placed her hands on his arms assuring, "Oh Elijah. I'm sure, besides these are vampires that I've trust. Take the night off, you deserve it" Elijah gently took one of Lady Volkov's hands then kissed it. "On any other night it would be tempting Milady. However, this is the Blood Hunt, and it can get chaotic out there. So meet me half-way. I'll take your offer, but we view the event together?" "Very well. But remember, they're our guest. Not our enemies. Besides, The Adjudicator will also be here." "Huh. I've never met him before until now. This should be interesting."
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