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Grice Offline

They'd already called him about this fucking mess- nearly gotten his throat ripped out in Brazil because they couldn't hold their fucking horses.  His radio, forced into silence, was cut through by emergency measures some small dicked, lab-prick had the bright idea of engineering.  That wasn't fair.  If there was anyone who had mastered the art of jelqing, it was a dude that resided in a dungeon-esque room, and practically lived in front of a computer.  Okay, so normal dicked, lab-prick.  Point was, the assholes had blown his team's cover, and stirred up the hive of succubi they had been infiltrating.

Had they been run-of-the-mill, 'just shit this one out of the oven' vampires, his team of four could have handled themselves with relative ease.  No, these fuckers were ancient.  No creature stayed alive for more than a millennia without knowing how to survive, and conversely, kill.  Didn't help that they were running a trafficking ring that funded the campaign of some shit bag, vampire-turned politician who'd recently been appointed as a Cabinet Officer.  His first move?  Suggest the addition of a twenty-third Ministry. 

The Vampire Ministry. 

Oh oh.  Carmine was pissed, but their faction in Manaus hadn't been able to handle the problem- they'd been decimated by it.  Naturally, they ran to Mommy and Daddy for help.  And Mommy and Daddy had tasked him with cleaning up the mess, so off he fucking went.  Teeth, super strength, super speed, and night vision were hard enough to dodge as it was, but add in some illegal blood and fucking semi-automatics, and you had yourself a real goddamed problem.  If it weren't for his mutation, Grice wouldn't have made it back to break Joshua's fucking jaw. 

That would shut him up for while.

Three of his own dead.  It wore on him, but it never showed and never interfered, emotions expertly culled to maximize his function.  Tossing the newspaper to the side, he stood, leaving the television, and the people displayed on it, alone to mourn the loss of their Brazilian, vampire prodigy in the tragic, unexplainable fires that had consumed Manaus's famed colony.  And as a thank you for his trouble? 

A vampire, A hunter, and a wyvern.  

Sounded like the beginning of some clever fucking joke, but he couldn't bring himself to laugh, ignoring everyone as he made his way outside and to the vehicle Nico had so graciously provided for the, "investigation."  Nearing the driver's side door, he could see the profile of a woman through the tinted glass, a beat of inspection passing before he seated himself behind the wheel.  "Grice," he said with a slam, the engine turning over without much sound.  Hardly an engine at all. Ass had done this for a laugh.  "Evalyn, right?"  He offered her a quick glance and the edge of a smile, fingers gripping the leather as a turn put them on course towards Eastside and the wyvern hunter. 

"Been looking forward to meeting you.  Heard you're a badass."  His head tilted from side to side as his countenance communicated some unspoken measurement, Ezra's features springing to mind.  "Well, badass wasn't in the description, but I'm summarizing.  His hand reached towards the glovebox, and over her lap, without hesitation, button depressed, eyes moving away from asphalt to inspect the guns they'd outfitted the Nissan with.  Shaking his head, he slammed the plastic shut, muttering under his breath before a chuckle interrupted the frustration.  

"Anyway, that's useful, but not the origin of interest.  Gotta ask.  Why the fuck do you work for them?" A brief pause.  "Direct, right?"  He met her keen eyes for a second time, "worked with a guy named Max- Maximillian once. Was almost seven hundred and fifty-something.  Loathed small talk.  Said after so many centuries he hated for people to open their mouths unless they had something of actual interest to say.  So I'm asking." 

The truth was the last thing he expected, but he'd been surprised by girls in cars before.  

Astrid
Witch (Carmine)

Played by: starling

Age: 37

Species: Witch

Power: Intangibility

Posts: 7
#2
Evalyn Offline
She kept her seat at a sharp ninety-degree angle, closed her eyes and leaned back content against the headrest. It smelt like almost everything that Nicodemus Terrazzo saw fit to give her - new, well kept, ambition. An hourglass halfway through the rotation, the man's ego provided enough shade that several succubui could happily walk in it during high noon. She opened her eyes, looked down through her lashes at the floor and rubbed some dirt from her boot onto the mat - found petty satisfaction in leaving her mark.

As the driver side door opened and the witch settled in, she sat up a bit straighter and listened to his tirade without interruption. He leaned over, opened the compartment and she watched as the door rest against her knees. The closeness wasn't upsetting, but it was like the tickle of an ant on her arm - unwanted, but hardly worth a fuss. "I'm well over eight hundred and fifty." She couldn't recall having run into a Maximillion, but then again they were wise enough to usually keep the vampires from working with one another. She wondered if he was permanently dead by now.

"But you vampire friend and I have that general disdain in common, Grice." But she supposed having her whole life questioned in the span of minutes strayed far from anything that could be considered small talk. "I'm here because I have to be - which, from what I've gathered, is the same for almost everyone who calls Carmine home." She glanced over to him finally, dissected his profile curiously. "Better to be the teeth than the hand being bitten. Where's the other one?"
Succubus (Carmine)

Played by: Vos

Age: 886

Species: Vampire

Posts: 24
#3
Grice Offline

"Jesus." He couldn't help a grin at the revelation, squinting to look through her beauty as if to find some crack that would reveal the traces of her age.  "Looking pretty fucking good for eight hundred and something."  He turned to take a shortcut through a derelict neighborhood, thinking of her unblemished skin, and what that intimated.  "Heard you were good, but I'm startin' to think they undersold you."

He glanced out of the window and caught the edges of a silhouette, the movement so quick it couldn't be human.  "Had.  Max was killed in Zabul three years ago."  It was said matter-of-factly, but the vampire's- his friend's- death had been a difficult blow to endure.  "And the 'other one's' at the Cathedral of the Immaculate Conception a few miles away from here."  The name was uttered though a deep chuckle, fingers drumming against the leather of the steering wheel as he mulled over her answer.  "Astrid something or another."  He'd memorized her face from a photograph.  The details would undoubtedly reveal themselves later.

"Teeth huh?...I don't know, have you ever tried noodling?"  He glanced at her before pulling into the church parking lot, the towering structure casting a deeper shadow onto the asphalt than what the night already provided.  "Sometimes you don't quite know, or can't quite see, what the fuck you're biting."  He moved over her lap again and retrieved the gun, tucking it into his side holster, the one at the small of his back already occupied by his favorite snub-nosed revolver.  Antiquated, but fucking reliable.  "Isn't that why we're here?"  He flashed her a smile, and killed the engine, stepping into a crisp breeze, the smell of coffee permeating the air from a nearby shop.

"Never had a need to ask...but you can go into churches without sparking into hellfire and flames, can't you?"    

Witch (Carmine)

Played by: starling

Age: 37

Species: Witch

Power: Intangibility

Posts: 7
#4
Evalyn Offline
She wasn't so without her humanity that a compliment meant nothing, but those issued to the physical were feather light in impact. She had a face, it was young and most people found it pretty enough - as good as any syringe of morphine or a sharpened knife, another weapon. A way to extract something whether it be personal or business, but this was neither and so she ignored it with a slight raise of her shoulders. "They do that frequently, but it's not so bad." It just meant that every success looked grander than it really was.

Ah, and there it was - another dead vampire, another example of putting two dogs in a ring and waiting for one to walk out bruised and bloody. Her track record was marvelous, eventually, something would tear her to pieces and that would be that. It was just the way of things, sorry Max. "A church." She kept her voice level but there was an unappetizing sense to the revelation, the slightest upturn of her nose at the implication. Astrid. Probably the sort of woman who worried over rosary beads and kneeled before crawling into bed every night like clockwork.

At ease for most of the ride, she didn't waste time as she got out and smoothed out the skirt of her dress, adjusted the collar of her jacket. "It's an unpleasant experience, perhaps we should leave it at that." An understatement to say the least, but she didn't particularly love the idea of spoon feeding anyone information on her personal shortcomings. "I'm afraid you'll be going alone to fetch dear sweet Astrid - I would ask that you encourage her to leave her holy water at the convent, I would hate to harm one of our own in the interest of self-preservation."
Succubus (Carmine)

Played by: Vos

Age: 886

Species: Vampire

Posts: 24
#5
Astrid Offline
Sigrid had turned this down. That one detail told Astrid more than anything about the task put in front of her. If the eldest Parrish couldn't be bothered to do their uncle's bidding then why should she put herself in for consideration?

The rent needed paying, and the while the theology department kept her running in the weekday light, there was something about weekend nights that Astrid knew she was supposed to be doing, but it all seemed to be a sink for money and morals. Neither of which were for wasting, by her estimation. 

Never let go of loyalty and faithfulness. Tie them around your neck; write them on your heart. Proverbs guided her now. The verse repeated endlessly in her mind as she listened for the half-hour tolling of the cathedral bells.

Uncle Nicodemus' details were sparse. He had not agreed to see her despite repeated calls, messages sent through Father Reynolds, and one wasted trip to the Carmine Headquarters–still in a fair amount of disarray. It was why she found herself on the shortlist of agents for this task–why she and her sisters had settled here in the first place. Astrid toyed with the rosary in her hand, touching the smooth glass beads in turn, as she knelt at the altar. The cushion under her knees was nearly flat, but the pain did not bother her. 

The bell tolled at the back of the sanctuary. Astrid rose smoothly from her knees, crossed herself twice and looked up toward Christ suspended above the altar. Strength seemed like a tall order for the day. Patience seemed more appropriate. She picked up her violin case and put the strap over one shoulder, settling it over the big buttons of her brown peacoat. 

She felt Father Reynolds' eyes on her back as she strode down the aisle and out the massive doors. The chill was mild enough, used to New York City winters as she was. A glance around the parking lot showed a sable-black Nissan's headlights flicker. Astrid turned on her heel and walked in that direction, small heels of her shoes tapping out an even rhythm on the pavement. Clack-clack-clack. 

Stopping on the curb before the car, she turned to the figures standing on either side. 

"You must be Grice," she said to the man built like a tree. "And you, Evalyn." The woman was slight but stood with a confidence Astrid envied. "I am Astrid." 
Human

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Age: 24

Species: Human

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