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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: 21
#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
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