{note: this is actually a real RPG put into story format, so unbelievable,
believe it. Sorry if you find errors. Just let me know. One day I'll get
it all right.}
Welcome To The World Of Darkness
Chapter 1 Insane Mission
On the edge of the forest near New Brennon - a large city on
the East cost- a fifteen passenger van cut it's engine. The man sitting
behind the wheel rolled down the window and lit up a cigarette. Trent
was the easy going Mage. He was physically adept, though definitely not
the brains of the group, giving him his loving but very true nickname,
Botch the Stampede. His hair was deep brown with blue tips and
highlights. He had perfected the blender look, strands hanging in his
sky blue eyes. Style to him was a faithful pair of nylon jogging pants
and a tee. He had done a few to many magic mushrooms and drugs in his
rebellious stage and awoke to his new heritage in Technocracy after
physically dying for a few moments. He had cleared up his act, kind of.
"So, who exactly is going in to get him?"
Nazo was first to jump on the bandwagon. "I'm going! I'll pick
the locks." She was known for her speed and illusions. As a fox
Changeling the Pooka had mischievous down to an art form. She was a
streetwise punk, who had been dealing to Trent before his awakening. She
was in her third year as a wilder and was sixteen in human years.
"Besides, who wants to sit in this boring old van?" She grinned,
spilling out of the van, fiery red hair standing in every direction.
She checked her firearm, as the practical joker waited on others to join
her.
"Bars?" Sin'Dera asked, looking up from Harry Potter and The
Prisoner of Azkaban. She resembled a classic Hollywood Grey, from her
white skin, to her deep set eyes, to her Lung slender limbs, body, and
neck. Long flowing raven colored hair tumbled about her on the van
seat. Bangs framed her moon shaped face. She was nineteen and very
practical and level headed.
"No, mesh and doors." Cinnabar, the werewolf woman, shook her
head. She was muscular and tall. She was the strongest in the group.
She had cocoa colored skin and short black hair, her most ethnic
feature was her deep coffee eyes.
"Count me out." The whispery voice of the Sluagh Changeling
replied as Sin'Dera pursed her black lips. "What about you Dana? Is it
something your Sidhe self finds noble enough?" She carefully kept a
long, black, nailed finger in the pages of her book.
Dana rolled her silver eyes. Her fine features made her a truly
stunning sight. Her hair was lavender, long and flowing, with a white
gold circlet on her head and a fancy teal dress on her young
fourteen-year-old body.
Like Sin'Dera and Nazo, she had Salys as a mentor for the past
three years. Trained together, the three Changelings had overcome
certain racial barriers that few fae did. In fact they formed a Motely
called RAVENCLAW. The name came not from their favorite series, Harry
Potter, in which they all were Ravenclaw, but from Dana's Chimera
companion Rowena the raven...Ok so maybe J.K. had her influences.
Salys, by the way, was a Graybeard, or as Nazo insisted, a Grump.
The elder faerie class taught the fledge after their awakening from
Chrysalis. He was a pervert, a drunk, and a braggart, but also
informative and powerful, despite missing several pieces of his body
which amused them to no end. In fact they were currently trying to
spring the old man from the asylum.
Dana finally shrugged. "You know it isn't my element. I'll stay
with Sin'D."
The Dreamspeaker tucked his lizard looking dragon in his shirt
as he got up. His dark brown eyes had an enchanting emerald glimmer in
the car's dome lighting. "I best go and keep you out of trouble." Stray
Lung stretched his lean body, then turned as he passed a hand through
his black hair, making sure it was slicked back.
"Come on Gander, you can make sure the guards stay out of our
way." He wore a pair of dark blue jeans that fit loosely and an
oriental inspired top that mimicked the basic idea of a kimono, only
the sides were split up to the waist and tied in Chinese fashion. A
large silver dragon decorated the back of the black silk top and
smaller ones decorated the front and back flaps. Steel toed boots
finished of his slightly Matrix look.
The blond Cat boy perked up. "Ok." Ah the gay, slut, Pooka had
something evil on his mind. Everyone could tell by the way his violet
eyes danced mischievously. "I can do that." The very well built
nineteen-year-old sauntered up to stand next to the Dreamspeaker. His
outfit consisted of hip hugging jeans that were frayed on the hem and
a midrift shirt. The various body jewelry glimmered in the van light.
Cinnabar followed last. "I better go, in case anything goes
wrong."
"Which is a granted since we are involved." Sin'Dera remarked
to Dana who nudged her grinning.
She pretended not to hear though werewolves had great hearing.
"You know, rip doors off hinges, and stuff like that."
With that decided, the group of four made their way through the
darkness, and sneaked under the cover of their powers into the Asylum.
They immediately lost Gander to his keeping a guard out of their way.
"Well, that was a short lived company." Stray quietly climbed the
stairs to the third floor, as he grumbled to himself. They walked down
the third floor corridor. Soft muttering could be heard from one cell
they passed.
The group picked their way through a litter of pink, fuzzy,
dream bunnies. Stray halted, feeling his dragon tugging him towards a
door. He put a hand on his creature. "This isn't the right door, but
he has reacted to it."
"The bunnies are most concentrated in this area." Cinnabar
pointed out as Nazo pounced on the door. A metallic click alerted them
that she had opened the it without permission.
The door swung open with a tiny squeak, light pushing back the
darkness in the room. They all looked in, catching sight of a man's
figure, a moment before his clothing fell like confetti to the cell's
floor, and a sabor tooth panther crouched in the corner in his place.
Nazo grabbed her gun as Cinnabar transformed into her wolf
form and snarled menacingly. "What are you doing here?"
Stray Lung held up a hand to stop Cinnabar. "Woah there, we
don't want any trouble. We came to rescue you...I think."
A long look and sniff of the air took place before the
stranger turned into a half man beast, still pretty furry but mostly
human, yet incredibly tall. Before anyone could stop little miss
no-self-control, Nazo had gone into the cell and circled him, poking
at the naked furry strange man, fox tail swishing happily. He took an
annoyed, but non-threatening swipe at her, but she danced away, barely
avoiding his claws. Her ear twitched. "Neat."
"Not friend." Cinnabar growled, heckling up.
The look she received for her words was annoyed disdain.
A deep male voice startled Cinnabar and the strange werecat
out of their ground standing contest. "Hey what are you!
AHHHHHHHHHHHHH Ahhhhh!" The group turned as the large black guard
began screaming. He had caught sight of the wolf. He began running.
"Ahhhhhhhh!"
"Let's stick him in the cell! We've got to catch him, or we're
going to have big trouble." Stray told them. He'd never catch the man,
but a wolf would have no trouble.
Cinnabar took off after the terrified man. A moment later a
streak of black tailed them. The panther and wolf seemed to be working
together. With in a minute the man was unconscious and Cinnabar was
dragging the guard back down the hall.
Meanwhile Nazo and Stray had taken back up the quest to free
the infamous Salys. Unfortunately, Nazo's curiosity had gotten the
better of her, and she had kicked a pink bunny. Snarling, the bunny
began attacking her, as it doubled in size. Nazo's eyes grew large.
"Oops." She tried to throw a punch at the bunny. It leapt on her
shoulder and tried to bite her, but she shook it off. "Do something."
"No. You kicked the bunny, I'm not touching it." Stray looked
reproachfully at the slobbering monster rabbit.
"What are you doing out of you cells?" A very large breasted
nurse came around the corner. She spotted the wolf and screamed. She
turned and ran back the way she came, boobs jiggling like Jell-O.
"Help!" She continued screaming.
Cinnabar scooped up the bunny and broke it's neck. "Let's get
the leach and go. Ignore the damn nurse." The other bunnies all seemed
to have run away...
"OK, thank you!" Nazo glared at the stupid pink bunny. A
moment later she had the door to Salys's sell open and he hobbled out.
The man was elderly looking, had one peg leg, and was missing
one eye, one arm, and half of his pants seemed baggy..."Didn't I teach
you better then to go kicking pink bunnies girl. I'm gonna slap your
ass for that! Kids these days." He gave a resounding slap on the fox
girl's rear, before sizing up the group. "Now who's going to carry me?"
Cinnabar's werewolf form picked up Salys and they began to
leave. Their way was blocked by none other then the deity of insanity.
In the corner the pink bunnies had regrouped and were laughing at the
stupid creature that had attracted the wrath of their owner. Nazo was
targeted.
She tried to get away, but was hit. She grabbed her head, as
ten voices began to speak in it all at once. "Shut up!" They paid her
no mind, continuing to chatter.
"Just had to kick a bunny." Salys grumbled, as Cinnabar sat him
down, in order to join the panther in battle. Deity or not, it was no
match for them, and soon they were on their way. Stray put his arm
around Nazo to guide her out. They made it about five feet before the
alarm went off and a metal door slammed down in their path.
Cinnabar looked at the werecat and at the door, having just
hefted Salys up again. He obediently crashed through it, and they made
it to the stairs, the group thundered down them. Four guards were
racing up them, but one look at the animals coming down had all of the
men turned tail and ran screaming. Reaching the base floor the werecat
went into a room to retrieve his weapons, as Stray paged the van.
"Ok Gander, we've got to go!" Stray Lung frowned at the cat
tail swishing up from behind the guard desk.
"Awe, five more minutes!" Came a whiney voice.
"Yeah, five more minutes!" Came another male voice.
"NOW! Cops are coming!"
"Ok, ok..." He climbed to his feet straitening his clothes. A
very cute guard stumbled to his feet, four hickeys on his neck,
clothing and hair completely in disarray.
When the group had left, Sin'Dera and Dana went to phase one
of complete privacy. They began singing "This is the song that never
ends..." After a few minutes, they had Trent doing Druid chants to
block them out. Then he turned on his Techno, and the girls stopped, and
began talking about boys, Harry Potter theories, and the like.
It wasn't ten minutes later that they were both thinking that
perhaps there was something wrong in side. A dark shadow flashed past
in the trees out side the van. "Did you see something?" They said at
the same time.
"Shit..." Trent lit up another cig. "I saw it too."
"Then drive." Sin'Dera suggested. But he just sat there,
smoking and listening to his Techno. Then the alarm at the Asylum went
off, but he just said it was part of his music. The cell phone rang
once, and he did start up the van, and they drove down the hill, and
pulled up out front. Sin'Dera pulled the door open and waved someone
coming out of the front doors into the van. They ignored her, instead
walking past the van. It the headlights he was revealed as a werecat.
"Oh, he isn't ours..."
"Strange." Dana nodded. Gander, Nazo -who was muttering
incoherently-, and Salys were pushed into the van. Gander took front
seat looking testy. But then began molesting a very out of it Trent.
Sin'Dera went to the far back corner of the van and sat, Dana came
next, then Nazo. Their loving *coughs* mentor flopped down across the
three ladies. He began recounting fantastic stories (lies). "My
beauties, did I tell you about the time I took on five redcaps with my
peg leg tied behind my back?" Sin'Dera ignored the head in her lap and
went back to reading.
Out side the van Cinnabar was looking hard at the receding
back of the stranger. She had no idea what to think of him. Stray
followed her gaze. "Hey, you can come with us!"
He was ignored, which didn't really surprise him. He turned to
get in the van, but movement caught his eye, and he turned in time to
see a big, black, ugly, maggot infested thing land in the werecat's
path. "What the?!" He rushed to the front of the van preparing a spell
of strength, as Cinnabar drew her sword and ran to help. The Black
Spiral Dance werewolf managed to growl before the werecat brandished a
knife, splitting his throat from ear to ear.
Everyone stood frozen as he ripped a claw out of the corpse
and turned back to them. He seemed to accept them for them moment and
shifted to a very scared up nude man. A single symbol was cut into his
flesh repeatedly. He walked past them and got into the van, sitting in
the middle with an empty seat behind him. The Dreamspeaker set the
corpse on fire, and now naked woman, and he climbed in after him and
sat in the front seat.
Sin'Dera had watched the battle, and was taking in the scars
and manor of the man. He was more tantalizing then any promise of
secret and intrigue she had met to date. She opened her bag and pulled
out the blanket she kept for Cinnabar and offered it to him. He took
it and tossed it at Cinnabar before folding his arms across his chest,
glowering. "Sorry if I bothered you." She said softly.
Cinnabar wrapped in the blanket and sat stiffly, watching the
werecat out of the corner of her eye.
He made no move to recognize Sin'Dera as the van pulled off.
"I'm proud of you, you've passed my test." Salys remarked. Sirens of
approaching cops grew audible for a few moments, but they were
traveling away quickly from the noisy scene.
"You mean you could have left at any time?!" Stray glowered.
"Yes, he is very powerful." Sin'Dera remarked without concern.
"No one else thought of it, so I didn't say anything." She kept
stealing glances at the stranger, then at Dana who raised an eyebrow
and grinned knowing the challenge Sin'Dera had just found for herself
and the others of her Motley, curious, curious Ravenclaw.
"Sirius." She whispered ignoring Salys's droning. Both giggled
softly.
"And then the dragon fell with my tooth pick lodged deeply in
his heart." Salys received a sharp look from Stray but then the
Dreamspeaker snorted and turned back to watching the road ahead.
"This is the song that never ends." Nazo began to sing along
with the voices in her head. Sin'Dera and Dana joined in. "Yes it goes
on and on my friend. Some people started singing..."
"NO! Stop that or I'll strike all you down bitches." Salys
threatened. They all giggled in reply.
Finally they pulled up at the cathedral. Sin'Dera's father had
renovated it for her to live with him in it. It also had served as an
art studio and gallery displaying his works as he painted or sculpted.
The group piled out of the doors and started up the granite
steps towards the large carved oak doors. Salys went inside with Nazo
proclaiming loudly that he hadn't had a drink in five hours.
The werecat began to walk away, giving no heed to his nudity.
Cinnabar blocked his way wordlessly. He shifted into a part animal
form and she followed suit. Then she bared her neck to him in a sign
of submission. He turned back sizing up the odd group.
"Who's he?" Trent asked suddenly.
"Aren't very observant are we?" Stray Lung sighed. "Met him
in the Asylum. Can you talk?" He asked as Sin'Dera frowned.
The stranger's ears flattened against his head and he bared
his teeth. "Don't be so rude." The Sluagh chided before turning her
attention fully on the werecat. "You are welcomed to stay with us if
you like." Her quiet voice barely reached the other's ears.
Cocking his head to the side he studied them again before
kneeling down and drawing a question mark in the sand. "I'm going to
try and read his mind so we can communicate better." Trent voiced as
he set up a spell. He completed it and nodded. "Go ahead."
"Well you are strong and we could use someone like you. They
aren't much use." Stray said indicating the three Changelings.
"So diplomatic Long." The Sidhe figure stiffened slightly as
Dana spoke resentful of being considered unuseful.
Huffing, Sin'Dera settled down on her knees, palms up to show
no aggression. "We help each other out. We would be willing to help
you on any quests you have if you would help us." He shifted to human
once more.
"What happened to you anyway?" One of the men asked. The quiet
woman was to busy disbelieving the way they handled their questioning
to bother and see which one had spoken.
The man scratched the symbol on his image scared into his
flesh on the ground. After a moment Trent looked up with a wrinkled
brow. "Um, I think the symbols were carved all over his body as some
kind of curse or out casting. There were vampires laughing and this
symbol..." He knelt and scratched a smiley face in the dirt of the
flowerbed near by.
Cinnabar growled. "That's the company that's destroying MY
forest. Caring Tec." She spat on the smiley.
"I don't think we met by mistake." Sin'Dera spoke to the new
comer.
"We are going to the same place. Why don't you join up with
us. We're leaving tomorrow." Stray suggested.
He turned and began walking up the steps, towards where Dana
stood holding the door half-open. They all went in side. "Please make
yourself comfortable. Kitchen is that way. Help yourself to anything.
There are live chickens in the pantry. Bathrooms are over there.
Clothes are in there. Good night." She gave the young man a run down
of the place before disappearing through a door near to the left of
the lobby.
Her rooms were on the left side. Her father's gallery had been
the sanctuary, which was now a labyrinth of moveable walls filled with
big cushy couches, tables, and a TV. His studio was the pulpit and
that remained intact, while the right side that had his sleeping area
now served as guests bedrooms.
Dana sat and watched TV with Stray Lung, while Trent went in
and drank strait from the milk carton. Then he found a nice corner to
make out with Gander. Salys had gotten to his stash of Vodka, and was
drinking with Nazo, though the Vodka kept begging for her not to drink
it.
It felt nice making out with the cat boy, but the mage was
feeling sleepy. "Gander, I've got to go home and go to bed." He pushed
the other man off of him and got up. "I'll see you tomorrow. Night
everyone!" He walked out into the night and lit a cigarette.
'Panther' found himself a closet and folded up in meditation,
but the noise from the group was grating on his nerves. He finely
climbed out a window in the closet and went up on the roof to be alone.
Sin'Dera was roused from her bed by a ringing of the doorbell.
Dana called that she would get it. "Hello officer?"
"Hello little miss. Are your parents home." A man's voice
reached Sin'Dera's ears.
She rose from her bed and went out into the foyer. Appearing
in the doorway, wearing nothing but her form fitting black slip, she
fixed him with her silvery eyes. "May I help you?" She looked at the
short, round, balding, middle aged man. He had powdered sugar from the
doughnut he was eating in his bristly mustache.
"Why good evening ma'am. We've had reports of a strange
occurrence." He eyed her.
"Strange occurrence? There hasn't been anything I would
consider abnormal happening this evening." She smiled at him, speaking
in a soft silky voice. "What was it they reported?"
"A nude man out front, there where reports of you talking to
him." He was trying to remember what he was doing there.
"There wasn't any naked man speaking to me, but I was taking
out front with several clothed men...and women for that matter. I'm
sorry I can't help you."
"Well, I'm sorry for disturbing you. We get calls like this
all the time."
"You have a good night officer Bob." She smiled sweetly at him, as
she started to close the door.
"You to ma'am." He winked at her.
When the door was completely shut, she made a disgusted face.
"Ewwwww..." She made the best squeal she could, given her curse of
silence. It was feeble.
"It's alright." Dana patted her on the shoulder. "Can I sleep
with you?" When she received a nod, she followed Sin'D into her room.
She changed into her nightclothes, which she kept there, and got in
bed. Sin'Dera turned on Celtic chanting and they settled in to relax.
On the roof the werecat's eyes narrowed. Someone was below him.
He had left his weapons. Swinging down and dropping into the room, he
found himself face to face with a surprised Cinnabar. He ripped his
knife away from her, and stuffed it back in its scabbard.
As he fastened the harness around himself she growled angrily.
A few droplets of blood landed on the carpet. Her hands had been cut,
but her healing was instantaneous. That didn't mean it hadn't hurt. It
upset her, but since he had already leapt back on to the roof, she let
it go.
Gander, Nazo, and Stray walked down the street and headed
towards a popular nightclub. Both 'Panther' and Cinnabar had dressed
and he was stalking them and she was stalking him. Unfortunately she
lost him, and just joined the group. As they reached the club, he
appeared at her side, eyeing her silently.
The Pooka fixed her eyes on the club, and a grin spread on her
face. When Stray Lung looked away from the building for a moment, she
set up an illusion. He continued in his full stride as they approached
the building.
They all went in ahead of Stray and Nazo after paying for
everyone. Lucky for her that she had gotten him to walk a little
behind them. "Thwack!" He crashed into the brick wall and staggered
back, watching the door move a good five feet to the left. The little
creature in his shirt was shuttering with laughter as Nazo and the
bouncer yucked it up.
"Woah there, I need to see your ID." The man stopped Nazo. She
handed it over, and watched the fake being studied. "Ok, go on in." She
wasn't surprised. It was the best money could buy. Not even the DMV
could tell the difference.
Gander immediately disappeared in a mass of male bodies. "This
is one of Gander's clubs..." Stray looked around at all the men.
"Never mind." He turned around and walked back to the house. Maybe it
was just the bruised ego?
Wild boys in Wild West outfits filled the area. Half-naked
ones were being hog-tied on tables, and others had on chaps and thongs
or boots, hats, and boxers. This was not a place that made the
stranger feel particularly comfortable. He slipped back out into the
night with Nazo hot on his heals.
"Hey, you know you don't talk much. That's good because they
talk a lot." She pointed at her head. He scowled. "Hey, I know. You
could move your lips and I could pretend you are talking." He bared
his teeth. "That's pretty good."
The Pooka girl was just a little to obnoxious for him and he
bolted. "Hey, where did you go?" She looked around. Then she shrugged.
"Hey there, what are you doing out her all by your self?" A
sexy male voice reached her ears, and she turned to see a nice looking
young man walk up and smile, teeth glinting in the moonlight.
"Oh, I'm lost." She smiled.
"Really? Do you want to come home with me?" There was
something wrong with him. She figured he might be a Vampire.
"No thanks. I have lots of homes, I just can't remember how to
get to any of them." She shrugged.
"Ha...I can make you beautiful. All you have to do is come
with me. Just get in my car." He tried to persuade her.
She hopped up on the hood. "Can I be pretty before we go?" She
teased. He made a grab for her, but she slid across the hood and
dismounted gracefully. She waggled a finger. "This way." She gave him
a coy smile before running off around the corner. Her heart beat a
little faster as she chewed her lip. Where was that werecat when she
needed him? But then again she didn't need him, just ten seconds
alone.
She ducked into the shadows before he made it around the
corner. Then there was only a small fox pressed against the wall in
the shadows, though he didn't see it. "To bad, she looked tasty too."
He shrugged and walked away.
The werecat strode out of the shadows and the Pooka joined
him. They walked together towards the street. Stray Lung was standing
in front of the club looking at the mass of people. "How the hell am I
gonna find Nazo in that mess? I should have never left her alone."
"Hey Stray! I'm fine but a Vamp got to me. He was around so it
was all good." She nodded towards the stranger.
Meanwhile, Cinnabar was checking the place out and everything
was going fine, until she found a hand was on her rear. She turned
around and looked angrily at a big biker...thing. She had no clue as
to the gender. "Look pal, you better get your hand off of me before I
make you."
The hand traveled lower. So she kneed it in the crotch. It
wasn't phased. She looked at him -as she had finally decided- in
amazement. Then she pushed her way through the twisting bodies of the
dancers. The hand was back...
believe it. Sorry if you find errors. Just let me know. One day I'll get
it all right.}
Welcome To The World Of Darkness
Chapter 1 Insane Mission
On the edge of the forest near New Brennon - a large city on
the East cost- a fifteen passenger van cut it's engine. The man sitting
behind the wheel rolled down the window and lit up a cigarette. Trent
was the easy going Mage. He was physically adept, though definitely not
the brains of the group, giving him his loving but very true nickname,
Botch the Stampede. His hair was deep brown with blue tips and
highlights. He had perfected the blender look, strands hanging in his
sky blue eyes. Style to him was a faithful pair of nylon jogging pants
and a tee. He had done a few to many magic mushrooms and drugs in his
rebellious stage and awoke to his new heritage in Technocracy after
physically dying for a few moments. He had cleared up his act, kind of.
"So, who exactly is going in to get him?"
Nazo was first to jump on the bandwagon. "I'm going! I'll pick
the locks." She was known for her speed and illusions. As a fox
Changeling the Pooka had mischievous down to an art form. She was a
streetwise punk, who had been dealing to Trent before his awakening. She
was in her third year as a wilder and was sixteen in human years.
"Besides, who wants to sit in this boring old van?" She grinned,
spilling out of the van, fiery red hair standing in every direction.
She checked her firearm, as the practical joker waited on others to join
her.
"Bars?" Sin'Dera asked, looking up from Harry Potter and The
Prisoner of Azkaban. She resembled a classic Hollywood Grey, from her
white skin, to her deep set eyes, to her Lung slender limbs, body, and
neck. Long flowing raven colored hair tumbled about her on the van
seat. Bangs framed her moon shaped face. She was nineteen and very
practical and level headed.
"No, mesh and doors." Cinnabar, the werewolf woman, shook her
head. She was muscular and tall. She was the strongest in the group.
She had cocoa colored skin and short black hair, her most ethnic
feature was her deep coffee eyes.
"Count me out." The whispery voice of the Sluagh Changeling
replied as Sin'Dera pursed her black lips. "What about you Dana? Is it
something your Sidhe self finds noble enough?" She carefully kept a
long, black, nailed finger in the pages of her book.
Dana rolled her silver eyes. Her fine features made her a truly
stunning sight. Her hair was lavender, long and flowing, with a white
gold circlet on her head and a fancy teal dress on her young
fourteen-year-old body.
Like Sin'Dera and Nazo, she had Salys as a mentor for the past
three years. Trained together, the three Changelings had overcome
certain racial barriers that few fae did. In fact they formed a Motely
called RAVENCLAW. The name came not from their favorite series, Harry
Potter, in which they all were Ravenclaw, but from Dana's Chimera
companion Rowena the raven...Ok so maybe J.K. had her influences.
Salys, by the way, was a Graybeard, or as Nazo insisted, a Grump.
The elder faerie class taught the fledge after their awakening from
Chrysalis. He was a pervert, a drunk, and a braggart, but also
informative and powerful, despite missing several pieces of his body
which amused them to no end. In fact they were currently trying to
spring the old man from the asylum.
Dana finally shrugged. "You know it isn't my element. I'll stay
with Sin'D."
The Dreamspeaker tucked his lizard looking dragon in his shirt
as he got up. His dark brown eyes had an enchanting emerald glimmer in
the car's dome lighting. "I best go and keep you out of trouble." Stray
Lung stretched his lean body, then turned as he passed a hand through
his black hair, making sure it was slicked back.
"Come on Gander, you can make sure the guards stay out of our
way." He wore a pair of dark blue jeans that fit loosely and an
oriental inspired top that mimicked the basic idea of a kimono, only
the sides were split up to the waist and tied in Chinese fashion. A
large silver dragon decorated the back of the black silk top and
smaller ones decorated the front and back flaps. Steel toed boots
finished of his slightly Matrix look.
The blond Cat boy perked up. "Ok." Ah the gay, slut, Pooka had
something evil on his mind. Everyone could tell by the way his violet
eyes danced mischievously. "I can do that." The very well built
nineteen-year-old sauntered up to stand next to the Dreamspeaker. His
outfit consisted of hip hugging jeans that were frayed on the hem and
a midrift shirt. The various body jewelry glimmered in the van light.
Cinnabar followed last. "I better go, in case anything goes
wrong."
"Which is a granted since we are involved." Sin'Dera remarked
to Dana who nudged her grinning.
She pretended not to hear though werewolves had great hearing.
"You know, rip doors off hinges, and stuff like that."
With that decided, the group of four made their way through the
darkness, and sneaked under the cover of their powers into the Asylum.
They immediately lost Gander to his keeping a guard out of their way.
"Well, that was a short lived company." Stray quietly climbed the
stairs to the third floor, as he grumbled to himself. They walked down
the third floor corridor. Soft muttering could be heard from one cell
they passed.
The group picked their way through a litter of pink, fuzzy,
dream bunnies. Stray halted, feeling his dragon tugging him towards a
door. He put a hand on his creature. "This isn't the right door, but
he has reacted to it."
"The bunnies are most concentrated in this area." Cinnabar
pointed out as Nazo pounced on the door. A metallic click alerted them
that she had opened the it without permission.
The door swung open with a tiny squeak, light pushing back the
darkness in the room. They all looked in, catching sight of a man's
figure, a moment before his clothing fell like confetti to the cell's
floor, and a sabor tooth panther crouched in the corner in his place.
Nazo grabbed her gun as Cinnabar transformed into her wolf
form and snarled menacingly. "What are you doing here?"
Stray Lung held up a hand to stop Cinnabar. "Woah there, we
don't want any trouble. We came to rescue you...I think."
A long look and sniff of the air took place before the
stranger turned into a half man beast, still pretty furry but mostly
human, yet incredibly tall. Before anyone could stop little miss
no-self-control, Nazo had gone into the cell and circled him, poking
at the naked furry strange man, fox tail swishing happily. He took an
annoyed, but non-threatening swipe at her, but she danced away, barely
avoiding his claws. Her ear twitched. "Neat."
"Not friend." Cinnabar growled, heckling up.
The look she received for her words was annoyed disdain.
A deep male voice startled Cinnabar and the strange werecat
out of their ground standing contest. "Hey what are you!
AHHHHHHHHHHHHH Ahhhhh!" The group turned as the large black guard
began screaming. He had caught sight of the wolf. He began running.
"Ahhhhhhhh!"
"Let's stick him in the cell! We've got to catch him, or we're
going to have big trouble." Stray told them. He'd never catch the man,
but a wolf would have no trouble.
Cinnabar took off after the terrified man. A moment later a
streak of black tailed them. The panther and wolf seemed to be working
together. With in a minute the man was unconscious and Cinnabar was
dragging the guard back down the hall.
Meanwhile Nazo and Stray had taken back up the quest to free
the infamous Salys. Unfortunately, Nazo's curiosity had gotten the
better of her, and she had kicked a pink bunny. Snarling, the bunny
began attacking her, as it doubled in size. Nazo's eyes grew large.
"Oops." She tried to throw a punch at the bunny. It leapt on her
shoulder and tried to bite her, but she shook it off. "Do something."
"No. You kicked the bunny, I'm not touching it." Stray looked
reproachfully at the slobbering monster rabbit.
"What are you doing out of you cells?" A very large breasted
nurse came around the corner. She spotted the wolf and screamed. She
turned and ran back the way she came, boobs jiggling like Jell-O.
"Help!" She continued screaming.
Cinnabar scooped up the bunny and broke it's neck. "Let's get
the leach and go. Ignore the damn nurse." The other bunnies all seemed
to have run away...
"OK, thank you!" Nazo glared at the stupid pink bunny. A
moment later she had the door to Salys's sell open and he hobbled out.
The man was elderly looking, had one peg leg, and was missing
one eye, one arm, and half of his pants seemed baggy..."Didn't I teach
you better then to go kicking pink bunnies girl. I'm gonna slap your
ass for that! Kids these days." He gave a resounding slap on the fox
girl's rear, before sizing up the group. "Now who's going to carry me?"
Cinnabar's werewolf form picked up Salys and they began to
leave. Their way was blocked by none other then the deity of insanity.
In the corner the pink bunnies had regrouped and were laughing at the
stupid creature that had attracted the wrath of their owner. Nazo was
targeted.
She tried to get away, but was hit. She grabbed her head, as
ten voices began to speak in it all at once. "Shut up!" They paid her
no mind, continuing to chatter.
"Just had to kick a bunny." Salys grumbled, as Cinnabar sat him
down, in order to join the panther in battle. Deity or not, it was no
match for them, and soon they were on their way. Stray put his arm
around Nazo to guide her out. They made it about five feet before the
alarm went off and a metal door slammed down in their path.
Cinnabar looked at the werecat and at the door, having just
hefted Salys up again. He obediently crashed through it, and they made
it to the stairs, the group thundered down them. Four guards were
racing up them, but one look at the animals coming down had all of the
men turned tail and ran screaming. Reaching the base floor the werecat
went into a room to retrieve his weapons, as Stray paged the van.
"Ok Gander, we've got to go!" Stray Lung frowned at the cat
tail swishing up from behind the guard desk.
"Awe, five more minutes!" Came a whiney voice.
"Yeah, five more minutes!" Came another male voice.
"NOW! Cops are coming!"
"Ok, ok..." He climbed to his feet straitening his clothes. A
very cute guard stumbled to his feet, four hickeys on his neck,
clothing and hair completely in disarray.
When the group had left, Sin'Dera and Dana went to phase one
of complete privacy. They began singing "This is the song that never
ends..." After a few minutes, they had Trent doing Druid chants to
block them out. Then he turned on his Techno, and the girls stopped, and
began talking about boys, Harry Potter theories, and the like.
It wasn't ten minutes later that they were both thinking that
perhaps there was something wrong in side. A dark shadow flashed past
in the trees out side the van. "Did you see something?" They said at
the same time.
"Shit..." Trent lit up another cig. "I saw it too."
"Then drive." Sin'Dera suggested. But he just sat there,
smoking and listening to his Techno. Then the alarm at the Asylum went
off, but he just said it was part of his music. The cell phone rang
once, and he did start up the van, and they drove down the hill, and
pulled up out front. Sin'Dera pulled the door open and waved someone
coming out of the front doors into the van. They ignored her, instead
walking past the van. It the headlights he was revealed as a werecat.
"Oh, he isn't ours..."
"Strange." Dana nodded. Gander, Nazo -who was muttering
incoherently-, and Salys were pushed into the van. Gander took front
seat looking testy. But then began molesting a very out of it Trent.
Sin'Dera went to the far back corner of the van and sat, Dana came
next, then Nazo. Their loving *coughs* mentor flopped down across the
three ladies. He began recounting fantastic stories (lies). "My
beauties, did I tell you about the time I took on five redcaps with my
peg leg tied behind my back?" Sin'Dera ignored the head in her lap and
went back to reading.
Out side the van Cinnabar was looking hard at the receding
back of the stranger. She had no idea what to think of him. Stray
followed her gaze. "Hey, you can come with us!"
He was ignored, which didn't really surprise him. He turned to
get in the van, but movement caught his eye, and he turned in time to
see a big, black, ugly, maggot infested thing land in the werecat's
path. "What the?!" He rushed to the front of the van preparing a spell
of strength, as Cinnabar drew her sword and ran to help. The Black
Spiral Dance werewolf managed to growl before the werecat brandished a
knife, splitting his throat from ear to ear.
Everyone stood frozen as he ripped a claw out of the corpse
and turned back to them. He seemed to accept them for them moment and
shifted to a very scared up nude man. A single symbol was cut into his
flesh repeatedly. He walked past them and got into the van, sitting in
the middle with an empty seat behind him. The Dreamspeaker set the
corpse on fire, and now naked woman, and he climbed in after him and
sat in the front seat.
Sin'Dera had watched the battle, and was taking in the scars
and manor of the man. He was more tantalizing then any promise of
secret and intrigue she had met to date. She opened her bag and pulled
out the blanket she kept for Cinnabar and offered it to him. He took
it and tossed it at Cinnabar before folding his arms across his chest,
glowering. "Sorry if I bothered you." She said softly.
Cinnabar wrapped in the blanket and sat stiffly, watching the
werecat out of the corner of her eye.
He made no move to recognize Sin'Dera as the van pulled off.
"I'm proud of you, you've passed my test." Salys remarked. Sirens of
approaching cops grew audible for a few moments, but they were
traveling away quickly from the noisy scene.
"You mean you could have left at any time?!" Stray glowered.
"Yes, he is very powerful." Sin'Dera remarked without concern.
"No one else thought of it, so I didn't say anything." She kept
stealing glances at the stranger, then at Dana who raised an eyebrow
and grinned knowing the challenge Sin'Dera had just found for herself
and the others of her Motley, curious, curious Ravenclaw.
"Sirius." She whispered ignoring Salys's droning. Both giggled
softly.
"And then the dragon fell with my tooth pick lodged deeply in
his heart." Salys received a sharp look from Stray but then the
Dreamspeaker snorted and turned back to watching the road ahead.
"This is the song that never ends." Nazo began to sing along
with the voices in her head. Sin'Dera and Dana joined in. "Yes it goes
on and on my friend. Some people started singing..."
"NO! Stop that or I'll strike all you down bitches." Salys
threatened. They all giggled in reply.
Finally they pulled up at the cathedral. Sin'Dera's father had
renovated it for her to live with him in it. It also had served as an
art studio and gallery displaying his works as he painted or sculpted.
The group piled out of the doors and started up the granite
steps towards the large carved oak doors. Salys went inside with Nazo
proclaiming loudly that he hadn't had a drink in five hours.
The werecat began to walk away, giving no heed to his nudity.
Cinnabar blocked his way wordlessly. He shifted into a part animal
form and she followed suit. Then she bared her neck to him in a sign
of submission. He turned back sizing up the odd group.
"Who's he?" Trent asked suddenly.
"Aren't very observant are we?" Stray Lung sighed. "Met him
in the Asylum. Can you talk?" He asked as Sin'Dera frowned.
The stranger's ears flattened against his head and he bared
his teeth. "Don't be so rude." The Sluagh chided before turning her
attention fully on the werecat. "You are welcomed to stay with us if
you like." Her quiet voice barely reached the other's ears.
Cocking his head to the side he studied them again before
kneeling down and drawing a question mark in the sand. "I'm going to
try and read his mind so we can communicate better." Trent voiced as
he set up a spell. He completed it and nodded. "Go ahead."
"Well you are strong and we could use someone like you. They
aren't much use." Stray said indicating the three Changelings.
"So diplomatic Long." The Sidhe figure stiffened slightly as
Dana spoke resentful of being considered unuseful.
Huffing, Sin'Dera settled down on her knees, palms up to show
no aggression. "We help each other out. We would be willing to help
you on any quests you have if you would help us." He shifted to human
once more.
"What happened to you anyway?" One of the men asked. The quiet
woman was to busy disbelieving the way they handled their questioning
to bother and see which one had spoken.
The man scratched the symbol on his image scared into his
flesh on the ground. After a moment Trent looked up with a wrinkled
brow. "Um, I think the symbols were carved all over his body as some
kind of curse or out casting. There were vampires laughing and this
symbol..." He knelt and scratched a smiley face in the dirt of the
flowerbed near by.
Cinnabar growled. "That's the company that's destroying MY
forest. Caring Tec." She spat on the smiley.
"I don't think we met by mistake." Sin'Dera spoke to the new
comer.
"We are going to the same place. Why don't you join up with
us. We're leaving tomorrow." Stray suggested.
He turned and began walking up the steps, towards where Dana
stood holding the door half-open. They all went in side. "Please make
yourself comfortable. Kitchen is that way. Help yourself to anything.
There are live chickens in the pantry. Bathrooms are over there.
Clothes are in there. Good night." She gave the young man a run down
of the place before disappearing through a door near to the left of
the lobby.
Her rooms were on the left side. Her father's gallery had been
the sanctuary, which was now a labyrinth of moveable walls filled with
big cushy couches, tables, and a TV. His studio was the pulpit and
that remained intact, while the right side that had his sleeping area
now served as guests bedrooms.
Dana sat and watched TV with Stray Lung, while Trent went in
and drank strait from the milk carton. Then he found a nice corner to
make out with Gander. Salys had gotten to his stash of Vodka, and was
drinking with Nazo, though the Vodka kept begging for her not to drink
it.
It felt nice making out with the cat boy, but the mage was
feeling sleepy. "Gander, I've got to go home and go to bed." He pushed
the other man off of him and got up. "I'll see you tomorrow. Night
everyone!" He walked out into the night and lit a cigarette.
'Panther' found himself a closet and folded up in meditation,
but the noise from the group was grating on his nerves. He finely
climbed out a window in the closet and went up on the roof to be alone.
Sin'Dera was roused from her bed by a ringing of the doorbell.
Dana called that she would get it. "Hello officer?"
"Hello little miss. Are your parents home." A man's voice
reached Sin'Dera's ears.
She rose from her bed and went out into the foyer. Appearing
in the doorway, wearing nothing but her form fitting black slip, she
fixed him with her silvery eyes. "May I help you?" She looked at the
short, round, balding, middle aged man. He had powdered sugar from the
doughnut he was eating in his bristly mustache.
"Why good evening ma'am. We've had reports of a strange
occurrence." He eyed her.
"Strange occurrence? There hasn't been anything I would
consider abnormal happening this evening." She smiled at him, speaking
in a soft silky voice. "What was it they reported?"
"A nude man out front, there where reports of you talking to
him." He was trying to remember what he was doing there.
"There wasn't any naked man speaking to me, but I was taking
out front with several clothed men...and women for that matter. I'm
sorry I can't help you."
"Well, I'm sorry for disturbing you. We get calls like this
all the time."
"You have a good night officer Bob." She smiled sweetly at him, as
she started to close the door.
"You to ma'am." He winked at her.
When the door was completely shut, she made a disgusted face.
"Ewwwww..." She made the best squeal she could, given her curse of
silence. It was feeble.
"It's alright." Dana patted her on the shoulder. "Can I sleep
with you?" When she received a nod, she followed Sin'D into her room.
She changed into her nightclothes, which she kept there, and got in
bed. Sin'Dera turned on Celtic chanting and they settled in to relax.
On the roof the werecat's eyes narrowed. Someone was below him.
He had left his weapons. Swinging down and dropping into the room, he
found himself face to face with a surprised Cinnabar. He ripped his
knife away from her, and stuffed it back in its scabbard.
As he fastened the harness around himself she growled angrily.
A few droplets of blood landed on the carpet. Her hands had been cut,
but her healing was instantaneous. That didn't mean it hadn't hurt. It
upset her, but since he had already leapt back on to the roof, she let
it go.
Gander, Nazo, and Stray walked down the street and headed
towards a popular nightclub. Both 'Panther' and Cinnabar had dressed
and he was stalking them and she was stalking him. Unfortunately she
lost him, and just joined the group. As they reached the club, he
appeared at her side, eyeing her silently.
The Pooka fixed her eyes on the club, and a grin spread on her
face. When Stray Lung looked away from the building for a moment, she
set up an illusion. He continued in his full stride as they approached
the building.
They all went in ahead of Stray and Nazo after paying for
everyone. Lucky for her that she had gotten him to walk a little
behind them. "Thwack!" He crashed into the brick wall and staggered
back, watching the door move a good five feet to the left. The little
creature in his shirt was shuttering with laughter as Nazo and the
bouncer yucked it up.
"Woah there, I need to see your ID." The man stopped Nazo. She
handed it over, and watched the fake being studied. "Ok, go on in." She
wasn't surprised. It was the best money could buy. Not even the DMV
could tell the difference.
Gander immediately disappeared in a mass of male bodies. "This
is one of Gander's clubs..." Stray looked around at all the men.
"Never mind." He turned around and walked back to the house. Maybe it
was just the bruised ego?
Wild boys in Wild West outfits filled the area. Half-naked
ones were being hog-tied on tables, and others had on chaps and thongs
or boots, hats, and boxers. This was not a place that made the
stranger feel particularly comfortable. He slipped back out into the
night with Nazo hot on his heals.
"Hey, you know you don't talk much. That's good because they
talk a lot." She pointed at her head. He scowled. "Hey, I know. You
could move your lips and I could pretend you are talking." He bared
his teeth. "That's pretty good."
The Pooka girl was just a little to obnoxious for him and he
bolted. "Hey, where did you go?" She looked around. Then she shrugged.
"Hey there, what are you doing out her all by your self?" A
sexy male voice reached her ears, and she turned to see a nice looking
young man walk up and smile, teeth glinting in the moonlight.
"Oh, I'm lost." She smiled.
"Really? Do you want to come home with me?" There was
something wrong with him. She figured he might be a Vampire.
"No thanks. I have lots of homes, I just can't remember how to
get to any of them." She shrugged.
"Ha...I can make you beautiful. All you have to do is come
with me. Just get in my car." He tried to persuade her.
She hopped up on the hood. "Can I be pretty before we go?" She
teased. He made a grab for her, but she slid across the hood and
dismounted gracefully. She waggled a finger. "This way." She gave him
a coy smile before running off around the corner. Her heart beat a
little faster as she chewed her lip. Where was that werecat when she
needed him? But then again she didn't need him, just ten seconds
alone.
She ducked into the shadows before he made it around the
corner. Then there was only a small fox pressed against the wall in
the shadows, though he didn't see it. "To bad, she looked tasty too."
He shrugged and walked away.
The werecat strode out of the shadows and the Pooka joined
him. They walked together towards the street. Stray Lung was standing
in front of the club looking at the mass of people. "How the hell am I
gonna find Nazo in that mess? I should have never left her alone."
"Hey Stray! I'm fine but a Vamp got to me. He was around so it
was all good." She nodded towards the stranger.
Meanwhile, Cinnabar was checking the place out and everything
was going fine, until she found a hand was on her rear. She turned
around and looked angrily at a big biker...thing. She had no clue as
to the gender. "Look pal, you better get your hand off of me before I
make you."
The hand traveled lower. So she kneed it in the crotch. It
wasn't phased. She looked at him -as she had finally decided- in
amazement. Then she pushed her way through the twisting bodies of the
dancers. The hand was back...