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Post by Serenade Asmodeus on Feb 7, 2008 12:31:08 GMT -5
Stepping into the bar, Serenade couldn't help but smile. Ah, Mordszene. It had been far too long since she'd had a good romp around her hometown, and now, she was back here...hopefully for a while. If it hadn't been for that damned Rontacius, she'd be no where near Mordszene, but still, she couldn't help but to love the place. Returning was so...wonderful. It was pleasurable in a way that was indescribable...but of course now, she had no where to go. Once, her family had owned a house here, but now? Now, the Asmodeus house was burnt down to the ground, with nothing but the basement left, and no possessions to be found. Well hey. It wasn't like there was anything she needed.
Although, Serenade had returned there a couple times, staring at the sign hung over the gate that was the entrance to the home. The sign had been somehow cursed by some kind of dark magic, but it's meaning was quite clear. It was wooden, and the words? Written in blood. And that was how the thing was cursed, for the blood never washed away. Instead, it's words stayed forever and always, there to scare away the little kids...when the house had been standing. For even though the words were in French, the blood was enough to make humans go back a few steps in horror.
Ce sang pourrait être le vôtre.
Serenade, being bilingual, knew very well what the words meant, and knew that to any French humans that the words were quite foreboding, and were probably why they had rarely gotten visitors during her time living in the Asmodeus house. And the words were truly horrific, for they meant, 'This blood could be yours.' It was a phrase of pure murder, and all knew that the home wasn't a good place to visit.
Until of course, it had been burned down, by a group of people set upon destroying the lycan race. Oh, but they had missed both Serenade and Mercury, two of the three Asmodeus children. And they weren't the only werewolves around Mordszene, Serenade knew that well. But of course, it was always fun to play around with the humans, to twist her way in and out of their minds, corrupting them as she had been corrupted by God knew what.
Nodding to the bartender who quickly, apparently remembering her fierce temper from a few years ago, handed her a beer. With a sly grin she opened it and began to down the drink, placing a couple bills down onto the counter for the bartender. Oh, life in Mordszene was always fun, but now, Serenade was quite sure...now that she was back, this would be the most fun she had ever had in this damned city.
She was back.
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Post by Mac Swift on Feb 7, 2008 13:12:33 GMT -5
Mac did have goals, he wasn't just randomly touring America while atempting to rob every place in sight to keep himself alive, that was his goal at first but as he got closer to cities like Mordszene, he started to notice patterns and rumors about other supernatural creatures like what he's seen on television in the past. Things like werewolves, and even if it was crazy talk, something small like that meant he had friends in hidden places around here. Although he had never been told or heard anything of people like him in the past, hearing news now that he was not one of a kind didn't surpize him, what surpized him was the fact he found somebody already... hopefully.
After doing more research, he slowly made his way into Mordszene city and it was on the streets there he learned that he was deffinitly not alone, something else existed out there and that something else may be able to give him answers, or more importantly that something may give him allies, something he needed more then anything else right now. He could never go back to his family, they all thought he was an escaped terrorist, never a positive thing to go back to.
Hearing a lot of rumors about one bar, about how a lot of those werewolf creatures seemed to flock here at times, he took a wild stab and went to the bar. Opening the doors to the bar, he looked like a very shady character with his unwashed face, shaved head, strangly beard, and donated clthes he stole from some shelter.
Going right to the bartender he laid down a few hundred dollars in front of the bartender and wispered something. The bartender at first seemed to be denying everything but then Mac showed the bartender something secretly in his hand that seemed to change the bartenders mind. Taking the money he pointed over towards Serenade and Mac's head turned to look at her.
Getting up he walked over to her and sat at her across from her, trying to avoid attention from anybody else that may be around. "Excuse me Mamme, I heard you may be able to help me with a few questions." With one hand on the table and another pressed against his chest, the hand against his chest started to transform by growing hair. His fingers seemed to form into large claws, not wolf but deffinitly transferable to something.
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Post by Serenade Asmodeus on Feb 7, 2008 13:33:39 GMT -5
At the sound of the man's voice, Serenade's head whipped around, and she watched for a moment as her attention was caught almost immediately by his transformation. A smirk passed over her face and she nodded. "Ah," she murmured, curiousity making her want to dig a little deeper. She sensed not the precense of a wolf in him, but something else. Something less canid, more...ursine. "Question away," she growled, her own hand, the one gripping the bottle, transformed a little for a moment. Not anything significant, but there were thick black claws on her slender hands for a mere moment, but she hadn't given her raven pelt a chance to grow in.
Serenade took a sip from the bottle, but appeared rather...unsatisfied for a moment. She reached into the pocket of her jeans and pulled out a small bottle of some sort of liquid, letting a few beads of it to fall into the beer. Taking another sip, she muttered something rather slurred that sounded like, "Much better." Apparently contented, she turned her emerald eyes back the shapeshifter.
"I came from around here," she murmured absently. "I know a hell of a lot about this place, probably more than needed. There's a damn few things you can't ask." She grinned, her eyes turning a shade of yellow for a single moment before shifting back to their original emerald.
Knowing her eyes had shifted reminded her strongly of Rontacius, and she shuddered and took another sip from the bottle. Ront's eyes had constantly been yellow, unless he had felt human emotions. Any emotion even remotely...normal, and less sinful turned his eyes back to their original, human brown.
Ah, but she was gone from the bastard now, and she tried to push that into her mind, but it was difficult. Sometimes it was a little difficult to forget someone who had made such a dark impact on your life, and the relationship between Serenade and Rontacius had been just that: dark.
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Post by Mac Swift on Feb 7, 2008 13:51:51 GMT -5
He was going to ask the most important question first now that he saw her transform as well. Her transformation paw looked a bit different from his, which prooved there that not only were there others out there for sure but there were different types of transformations as well. "How many others are there out there?" He was excited now and has a million questions to ask. If there were others he felt a lot more safe, people actually on his side in what he predicted a war comming. Perhaps he didn't know the first thing of what he was talking about or what was out there, but that was why he found somebody like her to begin with. Past himself he had never seen another with powers before so this whole thing was quick shocking overall.
"My name is Mac Swift." It felt good saying that for the first time in so many years. He said it was pride to, thinking somebody like her would actually care about something like his name, hopefully she wasn't to cocky. "I've escaped a military prison a few months ago where I frammed for terrorist acts I didn't do, used as an experiment and machine for what feels like decades" It had only been about 3 or 4 years but felt like eternity toMac. Since my escape I've been on the hard run every since. I killed the two detectives hunting me down in the process which means they now want me on those charges as well. It's only a matter of time before this catch me in this city." Maybe she found this shocking, maybe she didn't give a shit, he was telling the first person he could find that could help him, and that happend to be her. He spoke to her in almost a wisper, wanting nobody around to hear him.
Shifting his eyes around he could see nobody really looking at them anymore but he still leaned over to say something. "I'm lost, and need protection."
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Post by Serenade Asmodeus on Feb 7, 2008 14:32:32 GMT -5
Serenade couldn't help but let out a soft laugh as she found herself bombarded with information. "Well," she muttered, deciding to answer his first question...first. "There's a good few around here, but I can't be exact in numbers. Mordszene, being such a town of few authorities, is one for criminals and...others." She took a swig of the drink before continuing speech.
"Wow. Terrorist." Serenade grinned, thinking back to her own misadventures (to say the least) which had often resulted in running as far as possible. "Well, I've had a few runins with the cops, but they usually don't track you down too much around here. Mordszene's too crime-filled as it is, so police usually don't try too hard to find anybody." She raised one hand from the counter, examining the claws that appeared upon it in mere seconds. Those claws, she knew, had helped in the killing of more than once helpless soul.
"I'm Serenade, by the way," she added, taking yet another swig from the bottle. "Serenade Asmodeus. And as for protection, I can't offer much, really." She gestured a while down the road in one direction, not to any piece of it in particular, but simply towards the way.
"My house...well...let's just say that it's now a pile of ashes, y'know? So I'm currently sleeping wherever the hell is available." She sighed, shaking her head sadly. "As for being lost, I think that everyone here is, in their own way...no one just comes to Mordszene for fun, to put it simply."
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Post by Mac Swift on Feb 7, 2008 15:00:20 GMT -5
"So... I'm safe here?" That was the important question he wanted to ask. He has missed a lot of his early-adulthood though and with that a lot of life lessons, one of those biggest lessons was the fact that nothing was safe out there and there would never be either, expecially for a guy with the powers he had.
He mostly mumbled the question but as she said her house was now burnt down he felt a little less secure then before, still he's felt better meeting her here then he ever has in the past decade so it was a good day overall, thinking about just that put a bigger smile on his face. Ever since finding this person he couldn't help but to smile a little. "I'm not looking for shelter." Not yet at least, protection came before shelter. After that who knows what was up his sleeves.
"I guess what I'm looking for are allies. I have a lot of enemies and I need to know if I have any friends." The guy looked like shit as he spewed out his corney heroic speech that he felt like giving right now. The last few years all he had seen were military personal, everything he said involved allies and giving out clear directions to people, asking to take a piss, he wasn't that use to normal conversations and it showed in the awkwardness of his sentences.
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Post by Serenade Asmodeus on Feb 7, 2008 15:44:43 GMT -5
"Pretty safe," she replied, thinking back to the day she'd returned to find the pile of ashes. "Every now and then a few of the damned humans rebel against the others, but usually they keep quiet about everything they've seen, and police around here are lazy asses that rarely actually do anything." She paused for a moment to take yet another swig of the drink. "Which means that there's little chance of being caught. Especially for those who lose control." She shuddered again, remembering her own incidents, one of which had caused the death of her (at that time) boyfriend's best friend, which had caused her to lose her relationship with him. Well, Darius had hit on her, so really it hadn't been a total loss of control...or had it been? Serenade had killed Darius. It wasn't that she had killed though, so much as it had been Darius who she had killed. Darius, who had been Ront's best friend, and she knew it was rare for Rontacius to so easily gain friends. That was what had worried her the night she lost control.
Banishing the dark, blurry memory from her mind, she grinned. "Well hey," she retorted rather brightly. "You've found one. I'm in need of a few friends around here either, not really sure where all my old ones disappeared to..." As if expecting to see them somewhere in the bar, she began to look around.
"I just got back here," she explained quickly. "I...ran away for a while. The burning of the house, it kinda scared me. After all, Mercury, he left too, so it was an...open door." She sighed, drinking yet again. God, I need to run tonight... She glanced outside, becoming mildly excited at the prospect of being able to run as a wolf. She hated being stuck inside her human form, and Serenade longed for the freedom to run.
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Post by Mac Swift on Feb 7, 2008 16:02:52 GMT -5
"Alright well..." He pulled open a sort of old leather wallet he stole a while back along with a bit of cash that he mostly kept under the table, not wanting to show off the large ammount of money he had no him. "Now that we've found each other" It seemed like he had some sort of plan laid out for when he got in a situation like this, mostly because he did have plans laid out. He knew who was following him, it scared him. "The next most important thing is that we find shelter, a private place so we can regroup" Also be warm and feel safe but he didn't say that part out loud. "We need to find some sort of apartment or safe motel to stay in for a bit. Considering you seem to know this area better then me do you have any suggestions?" He had money but not a whole lot, this place didn't have a lot of people to easily mug, mostly because anyone around this city that walked around it was smart enough to carry a weapon with him. Small cities were usually the easiest to do it in, late at night. He also avoided using his power to cover up his paths, any reports of a shapeshifting bear meant where he was.
Then putting the money away again in a secure area... down his pants, and then went on with other things he needed to talk about. "Before that though we need to find a place to eat.. as I'm starving, I haven't eaten in days." He choose to spend the money on motels instead of food and so he kept himself more starved then usual. "Does this bar do anything like fish and chips? or fishsticks?" He really desired some fish, or any meat in general for that matter, fish would be the best but whatever they would have to offer he would take. "A thick peice of anything that use to bleed wouldn't be bad truthfully." He looked pale, probibly because of lack of meat in his system.
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Post by Serenade Asmodeus on Feb 8, 2008 8:00:01 GMT -5
Serenade paused, thinking for a moment. At last, she let out a soft sigh of defeat. "If there was a place I could get into, I would have done so a while ago. Lately, my home has been my car." She let out a gentle bark of laughter, and added on, "But hey, the leather seats are comfortable...although, if you have money, you're welcome to try your luck at a hotel. My cash is limited to near nothing, but that's my problem." Serenade took another swig of the drink, but finding it empty, sighed and slammed the bottle down on the counter.
"Food? Not in the bar," she retorted, but her gaze shifted to the doorway and the windows, and to a small restaraunt up the street. "That place there, that's you're best bet for any kind of fish..." She paused, thinking for a moment of her own hunger. Ah, she'd satisfy it later, when there was nothing but a few humans stupid enough the wander the streets at night, then she'd go for something a little more...to her taste. Yes, Serenade had killed before, and it was becoming less of a burden, especially if it was someone she didn't know.
So of course, Mordszene would be a place in which it would be easy to pick off a few innocents that had done no harm, and a few who had annoyed Serenade to the point where she would dig her claws and fangs into their skulls and throats and hope to God that their breath would cease. That was what she wanted to those who had ever angered her, it was all they could look forward to in their lives, was her attack.
And many of them knew it was coming.
But of course, she didn't kill for the mere pleasure of it. Serenade's usual kills were meant to put food in her belly, and since she'd been a lycanthrope since birth, Serenade had long had a hunger for human flesh, and once she'd satisfied it once, killing became something she looked forward to.
And tonight, she would run as a wolf.
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Post by Mac Swift on Feb 8, 2008 14:04:11 GMT -5
Mac never had human meat before, but technically he was only part human so heating another human wasn't anything close to cannibalism, seeing this at this state in his life he didn't care to much for the humans around him, they betrayed him and were now his enemies, so he would even do it if he got the chance. The point was though he was hungry now and wanted to eat now. He was mostly suggesting the next move to make, he seemed to want to be a lot more organized then he actually was. Right now he was confused, out of place, unsure of what move to make next in the big picture.
Standing up to go where the food was across the street, it was obvious that he really was hungry and he wanted to go get food. He was still a young man after all, few things became as important as food to somebody his age when hungry enough. "Ahhh... I'll get food in a second." About to walk outside, he seemed hesitant to just walk out there, stopping in his paths as soon as he looked outside on the streets and then looked back at her again.
He still felt unsafe, that was for sure. He seemed to fear whoever was chasing him down at the moment a lot, even when he could shapeshift to become a beast he still wanted to avoid them. "How many other creatures have you met? How many are out there? A society?" That was far fetching it but for all he knew there was some sort of secret society for guys like him to be protected and more importantly protect. He had almost zero security had the moment.
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Post by Serenade Asmodeus on Feb 8, 2008 17:41:04 GMT -5
Serenade gave another soft laugh, quite amused by Mac's absence of knowledge about, basically, his own kind. "There's a few," she murmured, looking rather distant as she gazed out the window. "Or at least, a few others that I've met. Most aren't quite as friendly as they look, so I wouldn't reccomend going on a hunt for them, especially those of my species." Having had lots of experience with lycanthropes, Serenade had realized long ago that her kind weren't the most kindly of creatures. Serenade herself, was no where as nice as she appeared. "No societies that I know of, a couple packs though..." She paused for a moment, grinning. "Although that applies more to me than you, eh?"
She sighed, looking longingly out the window. "God, I can't wait for midnight," she muttered. It was her natural want to run wild, and nighttime was the best for that. She longed for the forest, but there was another part of her that knew the streets would be better. Or at least, for now. But because of Rontacius on her tail, she knew it would be a while before she'd be able to freely run in her wolf form.
She had run many times with Rontacius, and she knew he would be able to recognize her other form, with her vivid yellow, crimson, and dark grey markings. Against her lovely black pelt, they contrasted fairly nicely and Serenade loved her pelt, but it was too easily recognizable, especially by one like Ront, who had run with her for two months.
She was, for now, cooped up, whether she liked it or not.
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Post by Mac Swift on Feb 9, 2008 11:29:43 GMT -5
"Why, what happends at midnight?" Mac was new to all of this, to everything. All he knew was out there others existed like him and past that he didn't know a single thing about anybody, including Serenade here. He didn't know anything about lycans and their favourite past times or the way they hunt and kill their food during the fullmoon or whatever it is they do. He hadn't seen movies on these sort of thing for years or every encountered another even close like him. He had a lot to learn comming up but he knew that, that was one of the main reasons he wanted to find others.
He was also a shapeshifter bear, which meant his ability to transform came at his own free will, at least free will most of the time. Sometimes when changing he has trouble going back and forth but that would come better to him over time as he did his transformation more often. "Does something important happen?" He then looked around for a clock to check the time and when he did he noticed it was creeping closer towards midnight, only a few minutes now or so. Whatever it was she wanted she sure seemed anxious about it at the moment, like it was going to do something good or exciting. If she didn't seem to pleased by the fact it was going to be midnight he'd be a bit more freaked out.
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Post by Serenade Asmodeus on Feb 9, 2008 12:01:47 GMT -5
Serenade's eyes appeared distant as memories of the times she'd run at midnight flashed before her eyes, and she gave a soft grin. The creeping midnight meant so much to her, and her excitement was beginning to show. "A good amount of the werewolves and shapeshifters run at midnight. And hunt, of course." She grinned, her eyes flicking back and forth between their human emerald and wolfen yellow, exhilaration and tension in her eyes. Only a couple minutes left until midnight would hit, and then, Serenade would be able to run free.
Or at least, I hope I can, she thought, furiously feeling her muscles tense with frustration. If Rontacius had followed her here, she would have underestimated him. She had expected him to believe that, after all that had happened here in Mordszene, it would be the last place Serenade would try to hide in. And usually, it would be, but she had chosen to veer off in a completely different direction, changing her schemes and ways until he would be twisted and corrupt as Serenade herself, but in a different way. He would have lost himself with mere confusion, whilst she had lost herself out of that damned darkness that had taken her, not only as a human, but as a wolf as well.
"And in my opinion," she added with a mischievous grin. "That's pretty damn important. But we don't run in groups, no, the majority of us run alone." She reminisced for yet another moment, thinking back to all the runs she had run, all the hunts she had hunted. Life had been hell, but she'd always had the midnight hunts to look forward to. To feel her claws and fangs dig into the throats of some poor innocent creature who deserved to live...in all the eyes but Serenade's own.
One minute to midnight. Oh, how fun it would be. She hadn't had a run in Mordszene for over a year, and now she could barely wait for it. Who would, when the night was so beautiful? Even with the few centimetres of snow on the ground, she still wanted to run. The skies were clear except for a couple clouds smudging out a few stars, but the moon -- not full, but in a few days it would be -- shone brightly, with nothing clovering its beauty.
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Post by Kudos Redwater on Feb 9, 2008 14:10:57 GMT -5
Kudos walked into the bar. He sat next to Serenade, which he had a crush on.
He-he-hello, Serendae.
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Post by Serenade Asmodeus on Feb 9, 2008 14:33:27 GMT -5
Serenade's eyes rushed back to green at the sound of the human's voice, and her muscles tensed. Any part of her ready to change to her second form flitted back immediately. It wasn't fear that made her change, or nerves, but mere annoyance that the human had turned up now, of all times. She would have thought that anyone in Mordszene would have enough intelligence to know that midnight was the worst time to stay out late, especially when Serenade was around. And now of course, she had come back at last...so it was time for the mysterious deaths to start again, for darkness in all its glory to return to the world, for it had been missing for a year.
Ah, but the sound of a human voice was something that made her smile gently and mischievous thoughts rushing about through her twisted mind. "Hey," she muttered, turning around with a glint in her emerald eyes. "Redwater, isn't it?" Serenade ran a tongue over her teeth, letting them shift hurriedly back and forth between wolf and human, but making sure that Redwater didn't catch a glimpse of fang, but only human teeth. She wouldn't reveal herself just yet, she had learned to save the best part for the very end of any relationship.
Not that this was a relationship, yet. Although Serenade could easily turn any sort of relation between herself and someone else into a full, romantic relationship. She had with Rontacius, and once she had settled down once again in Mordszene, for it had been a year since she'd wandered through the streets. But this time, this time it was different. This time she had Rontacius on her heels, and last time she had been free.
If Serenade could help it, that bastard would never find her. Not a chance in hell.
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