Twilight - The reckoning/lynching

[Cracklord]

Concept invented and discussed here.

Basically, this will be a diplomacy-esque game of wits where you play one of the most awesome vampire hunters in fiction, and try to score the most kills, while ensuring your opponents don't get as many. Make and break alliances, manipulate and perpetrate gory violence, all to kill as many canon Mary Sue's as possible. Each kill will be a test of wits, daring, initiative and sheer dumb luck, and you will be able to do feats that even game systems like Exalted struggle to emulate, of acrobatics, will, and high-octane nightmare fuel in a few cases.

Whoever has the most points at the end, wins. Points are scored by killing vampires, with different points for different vampires. This is not based on challenge (except in a few cases), but for how satisfying it will be to stomp their faces into the ground. Extra points awarded by the DM for good roleplaying or rampart sadism. And for gods sake be descriptive.
Acting out of character loses points.

There are two major zones (Fawkes and Volettra), each with about twelve districts. Players will start in a random zone and district, and have to search for vampires (Who will be semi-randomly distributed). Some districts will have to be discovered, through investigation or interrogation. When they find a district occupied by a vampire victim, they will describe a strategy to the DM, roleplay it, and he will decide if it works or not. If not, the Twilight vamp will either flee or attack. Twi-vamps will hypotheticly be able to kill the heroes, but only if you do something mind-numbingly stupid. Like attack massive numbers of them at once.

Each turn, the Twi-vamps will be randomly redistributed, so if you fail to kill it, it will get away. They will be randomly selected, there will never be more then ten in the game at once. Other things, such as capture, are possible, and a player is not docked points for doing so, but gets the total award.
If two players unite to overcome a challenge, the points are not divided, but rather, both get all the points. But, remember:

There can only be one!

Each day there will be a turn. The first turn is spent introducing your character, and no actions may be taken. If a player does not post, the game does not wait for them, and they simply spend that turn doing nothing.
In a turn, there is several phases. First is movement, in which they can travel to another district. They may not cross zones unless all vampires in zone are dead.

If they do not have some means of transportation (i.e car), they may only travel to adjacent districts, or get some means of transportation (vampires won't be using them anymore). Otherwise, they may move to any district they wish.

There is combat, which occurs when a player decides to engage. this must be declared before other actions, otherwise the character is assumed to be silently observing. If, after moving, they meet a vampire, they must decide whether to engage or simply observe, and may not take other actions in between.

In an engagement, your character must free form dictate the actions taken. The more complex and detailed, the more likely it is to succeed. Actions considered to be out of character will be ignored.

Special actions are actions using you characters abilities. Naturally, they are subjective, and the ruling of their effects is decided by the DM. They are not useable in certain conditions. For instance, a scientist may not attempt to use his abilities in the middle of a forest far from any equipment he needs.

Instead of engaging, if you encounter a group that is too much for you to handle, you may simply keep your eye on one, and will follow them to whatever new district they go to when they move for the next turn.

Characters backed by considerable organizations may at any point requisition things that would be well within the ability of the organization to provide, weapons, vehicles, whatever. Assistance, no matter how elite the organization is provided in the form of redshirts unable to do anything but soak up damage and get killed. No other named characters will be available, for obvious reasons, unless said characters are being played by another player, in which case alliance is always possible. All aid arrives the turn after it was requested.

All alliances are informal, and can be ended at any time.

No killing other members, except in certain conditions, ruled by DM.
If you have any questions, advice or proposals, post them and I'll thrash it out with you.

The targets

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Bella Swan.
Can protect her mind and is immune to hypnotism and mind reading. Doesn't want to drink blood for some reason. Pure vanilla women, who desperately needs some self-respect. Beautiful as only an unashamed Mary Sue can be.
Worth: 50 points (100 to Buffy)
Found in: Fawkes

Edward Cullen
Creepy stalker guy who watches little girls sleep. Can read minds, except Bella's (he says). Sparkles in the sunlight and plays the piano.
He's not gay or anything.
Worth: 300 points, and the game ends.
Found in: Fawkes

Jacob Black
Pedophile werewolf Native American who has betrayed his people's lifestyle to mess around with crappy cars. Can turn into a wolf, but not a wolf man, and heals fast. Like to wrestle other shirtless guys in a non-gay way, and you could cut the sexual tension between him and Edward with a spoon.
Worth: 50 points (100 to Lucien)
Found in: Fawkes

Alice Cullen
Can see the future, although if she was any good at it she'd have jumped in the ocean and would be hoping the sharks get her before the hunters.
Worth: 20 points
Found in: Fawkes

Carlisle Cullen
Single-handedly responsible for the aberration that is this story. Is a doctor. Gives information of questionable scientific merit. There is nothing odd about him choosing his eternal companion to be a seventeen year old boy. Nothing at all.
Worth: 20 points
Found in: Fawkes

Esme Cullen
Carlisle's bait and switch to prove he's not gay. That's about it.
Worth: 2 points
Found in: Fawkes

Rosalie Hale
Doesn't like Bella, making her the most believable character in the series. The fact we're not meant to like her only adds to her appeal.
Made it through the Great Depression thanks to a job in a bank?
Worth: 5 points
Found in: Fawkes

Emmett Cullen
Basically a strong vampire frat boy.
Worth: 5 points
Found in: Fawkes

Jasper Hale
He can control emotions, and based on his backstory may be actually competent. Long live our glorious confederacy.
Worth: 10 points
Found in: Fawkes

Renesmee Cullen
The abomination. Kill it dead, Kill it with Fire!
Worth: 200 points
Found in: Fawkes

Police Chief Charlie Swan.
Bella's dad. Has a gun he's never used, making him arguably the most dangerous opponent your likely to face.
Certain reliable evidence suggests he is in fact a one armed cyborg half bear ninja police chief who is powered on bacon with a massive network of intelligence gathering army robots and contacts, but we are choosing to ignore this, as someone so awesome could never have given birth to Bella.
Worth: 1 point
Found in: Fawkes

Werewolves.
There are 16. Each is worth 5 points, and they are all found in Fawkes. Nine of them have names, but who cares. The ones that do have names are worth an additional five points, and will get descriptions, so enjoy.
Sam Uley - 10 points
Quil Ateara - 10 points
Embry Call - 10 points
Paul - 10 points
Jared - 5 points
Leah Clearwater - 15 points (I hate angst, sorry, wangst, and she has it in spades.)
Seth Clearwater - 10 points
Collin and Brady - 5 points

Aro
If he's what passes for a bad guy, no wonder they evolved so poorly. Can read minds by touching. It's truly a tragedy. Still, his existence is an abomination against god.
Worth: 100 points (150 to Anderson)
Found in: Volettra

Marcus
He's Aro's echo. Ignore it, and it will go away. He can sense relationships. Why that could conceivably be useful to a man who rules part of the world with an iron fist, when he could, alternately, kill with a thought if god had been a bit kinder, nobody knows. Maybe if he was subtle and manipulative he could do something with it. If.
Worth: 50 points
Found in: Volettra

Caius
He doesn't seem to do anything. We suspect he's retared, senile, or both. Doesn't have any powers either.
Worth: 50 points
Found in: Volettra

Volturi goons.
There are quite a few of these. Most are competent, and have offensive powers. Each are worth five points, and a few named ones will be worth an additional five points.
32 of them, APPARENTLY. Randomly spread around.
* Afton - unknown talent
* Alec - sensory paralysis (captured by Artemis)
* Chelsea- relationship manipulation (cannot manipulate emotional ties as easily, eg. Bella and Edward)
* Corin - unknown talent
* Demetri - tracking sense (known as the greatest tracker in the world)
* Felix - N/A
* Heidi - illusion of desires
* Jane - illusion of pain
* Renata - protective shield (can form a mental force field to avoid physical attacks, her power is quite similar to Bella's ability to create mental shields to avoid mental attacks.)
* Santiago - N/A

Two Volturri wives. Always with their partners. Always.
# Athenodora (Caius' mate)
# Sulpicia (Aro's mate)

Stefan and Vladimir
Real vampires. They torture, maim, and laugh about it. They are also eastern Europeans who live in crumbly black castles, wear antique forms of dress with capes and pronounced widow's peaks, always seem to have thunderstorms and say "Bluh!" They may even have armadillo's and bats for no adequate reason.
A good formula. If only she'd found it earlier.
They live in Romania, amongst the crumpling ruins of faded grandeur, guarding the ancient secrets of their master.
Points - 20 each. Unlike almost every other vampire, these are a serious, serious threat, who can do what they say. The old blood is strong in them, and their sire's power flows through their veins.

And the heroes!

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(Sorry buddy, Jesus is off limits. No one regrets it more then me) - Oslecamo
Abel Nightroad, aka, Crusnik 02 - Eddums
Paladin Alexander Anderson - SurlySeraph
Solomon Kane - Agrippa
Michael Morbius The Living Vampire- Darkblade
Alucard - Night Surgeon
Gabriel Van Helsing - Executor
Harry "Dirty Harry" Blackstone Copperfield Dresden - Thorgrim29
Hellboy - The tygre

Players are not constant, anyone may begin playing at any time (however, it is the height of bad form to leave midway through a game). See previous thread for recommended characters, then pick a character I've never heard of and insist to be allowed to play him, then quit as soon as I agree.[/embittered rant]

If you want to join, PM me, don't post it on this thread, so we can keep the game flowing, and begin the next turn.

Locations
Falks

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School
Indian Reservation
Beach
National park
main road
local club
shops

Volettra

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Cathedral of Santa Maria Assunta
Central square
Backstreets (with plenty of alcoves (inside joke))
The Etruscan walls
Medicean Fortress
Night clubs
sewers

[Cracklord]

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Oslecamo

Unknown. Sorry, but your previous character would get the thread locked.
May I suggest someone from Underworld, or Blade? (feel free to ignore this)

- Eddums
Abel Nightroad, aka, Crusnik 02

1. Even in his 'human' form, Abel has superhuman reflexes, able to easily dodge near supersonic strikes by one of the world's most proficiant warriors. Additionally, he is a very proficiant gunfighter.
2. When Able begins to activate his nano-machines, he gains superhuman strength, speed, resiliance, and regeneration at 40%, wings and enhanced powers at 80%, and near-godlike power at 100%. This is in addition to all the normal vampiric abilities, plus, drinking the blood of vampires powers him up bigtime. Oh, and he has a huge sythe. Made of blood.
3. Made of BLOOD.
4. Abel has disposed of many powerful vampires, including twice defeating his brother Cain, whose power rivals if not surpasses Abel's own.
5. Abel is a very intelligent combatant, using both the environment and his oppoents weaknessess to his advantage.
6. Abel does not appear to suffer from any of the normal vampiric weaknessess, save the need to drink blood, and eve that is suspended whist he is in his human form.

- SurlySeraph
Paladin Alexander Anderson

1. Superhuman strength, slightly better then Alucard.
2. Superhuman speed. He moves faster then Yumie, Who can dodge bullets.
3. Artificial healing factor. Nothing can faze him. Considers automatic weapons fired at point blank range toys, suggesting unrealistic toughness as well.
4. Immune to mind tricks.
5. Incredible swordsman, able to duel wield bayonets with incredible accuracy.
6. Incredible marksman. Has been observed to throw seventeen knives at once. At the speed of bullets. With point blank accuracy. From three hundred meters (at least). Around a corner.
7. Fanaticism.
8. Highly accomplished brawler.
9. Extremely charismatic, and unconventionally wise.
10. Highly accomplished killer.
11. Can replicate bayonets at will, as well as nails. Bayonets that can cut through pretty much anything, including reinforced steel, and burn vampires on contact.
12. May form barriers, that vampires, no matter how powerful, cannot cross.
13. may teleport using pages of the bible.
14. May use pages of the bible to prevent the use of any magic.
15. Has the resources and full support of the catholic church.

- Agrippa
Solomon Kane

1. Seemingly immortal, or at least eternal.
2. Familiar with most forms of weaponry. Very accomplished combatant. On par with Conan accomplished.
3. Staff of Solomon.
4. Accomplished detective ability, and analytical mind.
5. Never gives up. Torture doesn't even faze him.
6. Can sense the supernatural.

Michael Morbius The Living Vampire- Darkblade

1) General super abilities: Better than regular human strength, speed, stamina, agility and reflexes but not that high on a super tier.
2) Super sense: Enhightened senses of sight, hearing and smell but not on the level of Daredevil or Wolverine.
3) Regeneration: Minor healing factor. Takes hours to recover from a gun shot, cannot regrow lost limbs or vital organs.
4) Fangs and claws: Strandard vampire fangs and small retractable finger claws.
5) Gliding: Can float in the air but not for extened periods of time and at a speed slower than his regualr running speed. Good for clearing large gaps.
6) Immunities to standard anti-vampire attacks: Not effected by Garlic, religious icons, running water or vampiric OCDs. Sunlight weakens but does not burn him or force him into a comatose state, wooden stakes and decapitation still kill him since those would over power his healing factor.
7) Scientific genius: Acomplished biochemist with dabling in other fields has before aided in the creation of Blade's "serum", created a vaccine against a zombie virus and reanimated the dead Punisher as a Frankenstien-esque monster.
8) Underlings: If given DM approval as an ARMOR agent he has command over many lesser human agents.

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Alucard

1. Immortality (which is connected with how many souls he has absorbed).
2. Regeneration: Alucard's ability to regenerate is considerably greater than any other vampire's, and may be due to the Hellsing family's experimentation. He has regenerated from a pool of blood and from being blown to shreds by gunfire.
3. Superhuman senses.
4. Incredible accuracy: Alucard has been known to hit targets at great range (one kilometer) using handguns while looking the other way.
5. Superhuman strength: Extent is unknown, but Alucard can physically rip humans apart with ease.
6. Superhuman speed: He can move faster than can be seen.
7. Intangibility: The ability to pass through solid objects.
8. The ability to defy gravity to an uncertain limit. He is also seen leaping impossible distances and can run up walls.
9. Manipulation of shadows into physical form. (Although vampires controlling shadows isn't unheard of, the artwork sometimes makes it difficult to distinguish between blood and shadows.)
10. Shape shifting: Alucard can transform himself or parts of himself into bats, insects, snakes, hell hounds, a little girl, an amorphous mass of darkness, and many other forms
11. The ability to control the weather to an unknown limit, as demonstrated by the fog created when he returned to London aboard the H.M.S Eagle.
12. Teleportation.
13. Mind reading: in the television series, Alucard can read the mind of anyone he chooses, but in the manga, he can only read the minds of the people whose souls he has absorbed)
14. Mind Control or Hypnosis (fans sometimes call it the "sex beam" after a remark from Pip).[6]
15. Summoning familiars, the souls of those whose blood he has sucked in a variety of forms that either sprout from his body or swarm about him as an army numbering in the thousands. These familiars can also include animals such as horses and the weapons and abilities that the familiars possessed in life, but Alucard can only use this ability when control art restriction system level zero is released. These souls act as a sort of backup for attacks that could potentially harm Alucard. If hit with such an attack, it destroys the familiars rather than harming Alucard to an irreparable extent.
The ability to suck a person's blood and absorb their soul and, consequently, their knowledge and memories. (He learns more about Millennium after absorbing Tubalcain.) He can also absorb blood through his clothes and skin, as he does with Luke Valentine's blood after his hell hound had eaten Luke's body.
16. Hibernation: Alucard is able to survive long periods of time without consuming blood, but is able to fight at a usual level of strength after drinking blood.
17. Apparent immunity or great resistance to the weaknesses most vampires possess. His abilities and health are not in any way compromised by such things as sunlight or silver. In fact, it appears that the only weapons capable of harming him to any real extent are the most holy of Christian artifacts, such as Father Anderson after augmenting his abilities with Helena's Nail.
18. The ability to sense supernatural activity (In The Dawn Alucard knew the Captain was a werewolf the moment he saw him, and in the OVA, could see the blessings on Father Anderson's bayonets).
19. In addition to his superhuman abilities, Alucard also possess centuries of combat experience. While he usually relies on crushing his opponents with sheer power, he does at times use strategy. When he fought Alhambra, Alucard used shadowduplicates to distract him, allowing Alucard to close the distance between them and deliver the deathblow.
20. While not directly confirmed, it appears that Alucard has aquired Schrodinger's quantum reality manipulation powers after absorbing him during the Millenium incident. This would grant him the ability to exist wherever and however he wishes.

- Executor
Gabriel Van Helsing

1. He's essentially Abraham Van Helsing's mind and knowledge transplanted into a younger, stronger body. Grade A Badass is the result.
2. Is armed with a positive plethora of anti-undead weapons, such as pistols with silver bullets, crosses, stake-firing gas-driven automatic crossbow, sun-grenades, those cool spinny sawblade things, and many more.
3. Due to the fact that it's heavily implied that he is in fact the Archangel Gabriel, he may in fact be immortal. With this, comes hundreds of years of experience in dealing with the undead.
4. Can transform into a werewolf. None of that Jacob Black bull****, a real, huge, pissed off wolfman. He killed DRACULA as a werewolf, so that's gotta say something.
5. Has the support of an entire international order of other vampire slayers and similar minded individuals. If he's James Bond, the Order is MI6.
6. Not only can he deal with vampires, but he can deal with all of the Cullen's otherkin buddies too.

- Thorgrim29
Harry "Dirty Harry" Blackstone Copperfield Dresden

1: Modern Wizard, one of, if not the strongest of his generation and getting better at fine control every day.
2: Very good at finding things with magic, blowing thing up with magic, running and making enemies
3: Armed with a 44 magnum six shot revolver, a sawed off shotgun in the trunk of his mighty volkswagon bug, and various magical objects, including a rod that allows him to focus fire magic, a staff that allows him to focus air magic, a sword cane that allows him to focus earth magic (and kill people with the pointy bit), plus rings that store force each time he moves his arms. He usually wears a black leather duster enchanted with enough protective spells that it withstands at least low caliber bullets, sharp claws and most blunt trauma. Also his cape is unstainable but he rarely wears it
4: has his dog, a magical Buddhist temple dog, smart enough to talk, wise enough not to, huge, unshakable and very tough, not to mention he smells evil
5: Has incredible willpower, showing himself able to resist torture, temptation (the succubus kind), severe pain, and insanity from Seeing Eldritch abominations. He will basically fight until he dies or passes out, and passes out very seldom. He is very uncompromising about his moral code.
6: Has a pretty bad hero complex and while he's getting better at it is chivalrous to the point of insanity at times.
7: Several very powerful beings either want him dead or owe him something, but I'm guessing they do not factor here.


Saint Michael the Archangel
1. Is SAINT MICHAEL, the man who stomped Satan's ass to the curb. Yes, Satan. The prince of darkness. We are talking about the same entity. Patron Saint of warriors, soldiers and badasses the world over. The perfect fighter.
2. Can fly with his three pairs of wings
3. Own a sword of divine flame that can cut through almost anything, and glorious golden armor. Might be unbreakable, but difficult to say, as no one has ever landed a blow on him.
4. His mere presence causes pain and fear in vampires and other evil things. So righteous he can the burn the evil from you with his gaze.
5. Above fear, pain, pity and temptation. Nothing can slow or stop him. He is Michael, Who is like God.

- The Tygre
Anung Un Rama (the Beast of the Apocalypse) Hellboy

- Indestructible stone fist from Hyperborea.
- Isn't damaged by fire.
- Incredibly hearty; able to withstand bullet wounds, getting stabbed, impalement, electrocutions, suffocation, and massive concussions, among other things.
- Has a number of minor magic charms on him, providing him with some supernatural defense against curses and spells.
- Past vampire slayings include Giurescu, Elizebet, and Hecate, the Goddess of Witchcraft.
- Is destined to end the world. Maybe.

Artemis Fowl/Butler

Artemis' Assets:
1) Stunning intelligence and skill with technology
2) A vast list of underworld contacts
3) The ability to piece together almost any bit of information via the internet.
4) Deceiving appearances, to say the least.
5) Vast personal wealth

Butler's Assets:
1) Immense personal strength
2) A large collection of weapons
3) The third best martial artist on Earth
4) Quite a few contacts of his own
5) Bottomless loyalty for Artemis

John Taylor

1. The ability to find things. John Taylor can find anything, by tapping into the very fabric of reality. This includes opponent's weaknesses, spells, wards, objects, and of course, people. A sufficiently strong magical presence, or effort by a third party can block this ability. Examples include dukes of Hell, and angels of Above or Below.
a) This ability also manifests in a form of short-range teleportation of small objects. Notable instances include teleporting bullets out of guns, and water out of a toilet bowl into an attacker's mouth.
2. Various magical paraphenalia. Notable ones include chaos dice, which if thrown can cause random magical effects, or if rolled in somebody's hands can provide protection against magical effects. Additionally, John Taylor's white trenchcoat will explode into flames if taken more than 10 meters away from his person. Above all, though, Taylor always carries an excessive amount of condiments with him, namely salt and pepper.
3. John Taylor's mother was nobody less than Lilith herself, the first wife of Adam, creator of the first monsters and gods, and creator of the Nightside itself. While his only inheritance is his ability to find things, his heritage does distinguish him from several other persons in the Nightside, and marks him as a target.
4. His reputation. Through half-lies, rumors, and actual achievements, John Taylor has essentially weaponized his reputation as man to be feared. Many hired goons will not interfere with him as such.


1.An amazing chin
2.He has access to his 'boomstick' (which he can summon at will )
3.I'm going with the chainsaw arm, just because it's one of the most iconic images of the evil dead franchise.
4.Very good at creating weapons and fighting the undead.
5.Near-inhuman levels of strength, not on the scale of a vampire, but stronger than most humans could reach at their prime.
6. Powered on pure awesome.


Roland of Gilead
1.He has two handcrafted dual pistols.
2. He can fire in miliseconds.
3. He can take overwhelming amounts of pain.
5. He doesn't know many of the customs of the modern world.
6. He is astoundingly perceptive.
7. He has killed an entire town.

[thorgrim29]

Harry Dresden

I was up in my office, a small room in a run down buildings a few blocks away from my bat-cave, desperately trying to put some order in the piles of bills, pamphlets and those damned catalogs the electronic stores persisted in sending me. The small gray mountain sleeping at the door suddenly sat up and started wagging it's tail.

What is it boy?

I asked Mouse. The doorbell rung for one tone and them went dead despite someone audibly pushing the button. Sighing, opened the door to reveal a young woman, not much older then Captain Luccio appeared to be. She had that shy, almost self mocking look I've come to associate with clients over the years, so I introduced myself, first, never hurts to spread the mystique a bit

-Yes, I am Harry Dresden, Wizard. No, I do not do love potions or any of the other things I mention I don't do in my ad. Yes, I can probably help you if you have a supernatural problem, and no, I am neither a charlatan nor insane. Oh and this is Mouse. What can I do for you?

She went on to explain how her hometown was plagued by giant wolves and vampires, and how she had tried everything but no one but she and a few friends seemed to notice. Seemed like White Court from her description, but it hardly fit their MO, and I was not aware of werewolves in Nowhere Washington. Yet, Mouse liked her, and if she was lying it was a far better performance then I'd ever seen from someone not living in my head. Molly was on vacation with her tribe family, Thomas was... a complicated issue, Ramirez and the other north American Wardens were helping the Fellowship in Brazil, and Murphy had enough on her plate. That left me, with no backup to speak of, possibly taking on an entire vampire clan, not to mention potentially hostile werewolves. All in a day's work then, but better bring the big guns.

The next morning, after a night of researching the region and it's supernatural inhabitants with the help of Bob, the intellect spirit that lives in a human skull in my lab, I loaded my gear in the trunk of my old, battered, and very sexy Volkswagen Bug. Hours later, I arrived at the main road of the town of Forks and, after asking directions, drove off to the indian reservation. There, according to Bob, I would find a tribe of werewolves who specialized in vampire hunting. Might not hurt to get in touch with them. My car put putted to death a few hundred yards from the reservation, so I shrugged into my duster, picked up my bag and approached. At nearly seven foot and especially with my duster, my staff in hand and my other equipment, I usually gather attention pretty quickly. When enough gawkers had gathered, I introduced myself

-Warden Harry Dresden, I'm here about your vampire problem.

[Oslecamo]

A (real) new challenger appears!

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Shion Izumi

1-Veteran member of the mighty Gantz team, created to fight all kinds of nasty monsters.
2-Shion has a particular hatred for vampires, and once fought and killed 100 vampires and three of their elders before being killed by a fourth vampire elder to protect the love of his life. He got better.
3-Smart, skilled with martial arts and all kinds of guns.
4-Boasts a vast array of high tech technology, including an extendable monomolecular blade adamantium katana and disintregator pistol and rifle.
5-Special suit greatly increases strenght and agility, and grants a force field able to resist hundreds of machine gun bullets and/or sword blows, plus becoming invisible to the light spectrums of his choice.
6-Shion lives for the joy of batle and slaying his enemies, and once killed almost four hundred normal persons to prove worthy of entering a second Gantz round.
7-High tech motorcycle allows for fast movement and pursue of targets. Has backseat for a gunner, alough Shion is badass enough to drive and shoot at the same time

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8-Gantz takes care of his own. After each sucessfull mission he'll teleport all surviving members to a safe heaven and repair all their damage, plus repairing and replacing any lost equipment.
9-Virtualy endless supply of redshirts on the form of clones from people who died recently and sent directly into batle,. Gantz's sadistic sense of humor however prevents him from teaching them how to use their high techn equipment, meaning they normaly die horribly, unless a benevolent Gantz veteran tutors them. And Shion is not a benevolent Gantz veteran.

(So, is Shion aproved, dear GM?)

[darkblade]

(Continuity note that no one cares about: This is Morbius after Marvel Zombies 4 but before Frankencastle.)

Michael Morbius steped out the debriefing room. The mission to track down the remaining infected had proved partially successful. While there was still at least one infected head wandering the world now the higher ups at ARMOR refused to field another mission with the Midnight Sons instead they handed Michael a new set of instructions on where to meet the liason from HAMMER for his new mission.

He should have know it would only be a matter of time before Norman Osborne and his HAMMER goons start annexing off ARMOR's operatives for his own twisted ends. He briefly considered abandoning his duty as others had to escape from Osborne but he had to know what Osborne wanted him for first.

The instructions where simple. Meet an undercover HAMMER operative at a small nightclub in Falks, Washington. This caught his attention. Falks never was much of a superhuman or espionage hot spot. Back when he was part of the Howling Commandos Blade would occasionally (in between threats directed again Michael) make offhand mention of some sub race of vampires that he had encountered here once but they'd be long gone by now if they were ever here in the first place. At least if they had any sense of reason.

Michael entered the Night Club. The entire place went silent with the exception of the insistent playing of that moronic "Poker Face" song over the dance floor speakers. This really shouldn't have come as any surprise though; he was in full costume after all. Why wouldn't he though? The civilians would give him a wide berth and the HAMMER agent would be certain to spot him it made the whole pointless exercise much more bearable.

He sat down at a table and waited. He really wished his liaison had chosen somewhere else to meet. He hated night clubs, too much adrenaline in the air, too many enheightened pulses. It had been days since he had last fed and that was only on bagged blood taken from a convict on death row. He hadn't had fresh blood in what seemed like years and there was so much of it here. It took all of his will just to remain in control. The crowds slowly but surely started to forget about him and return to their partying, only making Morbius’s desire for blood even more powerful.

After waiting for what Morbius considered far, far too long the agent approached his table.

”Took you long enough.” Morbius hissed.

“Maybe if you didn’t create such a scene coming in here I’d have been able to get to you sooner. Doesn’t matter, look we both got our jobs to do Michael...” The agent began to explain.

”That would be Doctor Morbius to you.” While the living vampire may have be impatient he was not going to allow himself to be disrespected by one as pitiful as this creature. What was Osborne thinking sending such a frail specimen into the field? He was a good ten inches or so shorter that Morbius and couldn’t have weighed more than 150 lbs. But he was afraid Michael could smell it in his blood. This agent feared him.

“Well um Dr. Morbius, Norman Osborne has a special assignment for you. There is this subrace of vampires that has been causing him some trouble.” As the agent resumed his explanation he passed Michael a list of targets “We know they are located within this town and in Volettra, Italy we don’t know anything more than that.”

If they were giving Osborne a hard time they can’t be all bad can they?
”What kind of trouble are they giving Mr. Osborne?”

“Standard stuff really. Attacking agents, destroying property, using their considerable wealth to wage a minor media campaign against him and they kidnapped a girl of considerable tactical importance.” The agent explained the least of the Twipire’s crimes.

“Who is this girl?” Michael normally respect monsters rights to go do as they please as long as they stay within the normal superhuman law but kidnapping a child was not something he would allow.

“Bella Swan. Age 16. She has demonstrated a natural magic talent to stop telepathy within her presence. With our current conflict with the X-men such a talent would be invaluable.”

”I’ll do the job but not Osborne, you or HAMMER.”

“A...are you threatening me doctor?”

”No. I’m informing you.” Michael makes a lunge for the agent’s throat and bite down hard sucking the sweet juice of life from his body. The agent lets out a brief scream before slumping to the ground dead. The club goes silent again all eyes stare in horror at Morbius. Again nothing really new. Wiping his mouth off on a napkin from the table the living vampire goes over his hitlist before turning to face the crowded club. ”I am looking for some nice young people, they go by the name Cullen. Does anyone know where I might find them?

[Executor]

((Why is Charlie worth a point anyways? He isn't a vampire. Also, he's possibly the only character in the Twilight series that I didn't hate))



The Vatican, 2009

A lone figure, clothed all in brown and black, crossed the ancient cobbles of Saint Peter's Square, and ascended the steps of the Basilica quickly and with purpose in his stride. The hallowed halls of the Basilica were vast and quiet, and illuminated by golden light from the evening sun streaming through the stained windows. The man quickly turned to a small confession booth at the side of the main hall, opened it's wooden door, and entered.

"Bless me Father, for I have-"

"Sinned, as usual, Gabriel" answered the Priest on the other side of the confession booth, as he opened the slat in between the two parts of the booth to glare at the man on the other side. Gabriel was a taller man, with a few streaks of grey in his hair, broad in the shoulder and chest, looking like he was getting on in years, but still physically powerful despite that.

"Father, if you give me a relic to use against demons, expect it to be used against demons" Gabriel replied, furrowing his brow.

"Shoving a piece of the True Cross down the throat of hellspawn! You call that using it!" The priest replied.

"It worked, didn't it?" Gabriel replied

"And the flames that consumed the demon consumed the piece of the Cross too! I just thank the Lord that we had the foresight to only give you a small piece, Gabriel Van Helsing!" The priest said, standing up as he pushed a small lever that opened a door behind them, leading down into a passageway of stone stairs.

"Perhaps you could paused to consider the fact that maybe I don't want to do this anymore? Unlike you, I do not have death waiting for me at the end of my service, I have been doing this for over a century now, and I'm sick of it" Van Helsing said bitterly, as he followed the Priest down the curving stone stairs, as he had done thousands of times, with hundreds of other priests.

"Then you will be happy, Van Helsing, for this will be your last mission from the Order" replied the Priest as they came into a wide room, filled with other priests, and the smells of industry as they worked on the latest weapons against the forces of Darkness and the Undead. A strong scent of garlic, ‘The Old Reliable’ as he deemed it, immediately filled Van Helsing’s nostrils.

“Word has come to us, Gabriel, of a coven of vampires dwelling on the West Coast of America, somewhere around Forks, Washington” said the Priest, as they came up to a large wooden table with a map of the world spread across it. A small pin, with a red flag atop it, was placed on the map, on the location of Forks. From the side of the table, the Priest picked up a small stack of papers. The first was a drawing of a crest, showing some kind of lion-like beast, underneath a white hand, and above three black clovers. Underneath all of this was a name: ‘Cullen’.

“Cullen?” said Van Helsing, taking the drawing in one hand and looking it over with a critical eye.

“Indeed, Cullen. That is the name of this coven of vampires that has taken up in Forks. We think there might be eight of them, one of which is only recently been bitten. Her name was Bella Swan, and we believe that she has been put under the spell of these vampires.” Replied the Priest, showing photos of the various Cullens as he did, and ending with one of a slender, dark-haired girl. Then he held up a photo of a young child, a girl.

”This is our biggest worry. Our agents have found out that her name is Renesmee, the child of one of the vampires, Edward, and Bella, when she was a human. This child is half vampire, half human. She is a sin against God and all nature, and must be destroyed, above everything else this child MUST be destroyed” the Priest said, and handed him the last photo. Van Helsing took it and studied it as well. Poor child, she looked almost innocent, he thought for a moment, before hardening his heart to the task he must do.

“Tell the monks to load the plane with my usual equipment, I’ll leave immediately” Van Helsing said, as he placed the photo in the inside pocket of his long trench coat, and turned to leave the underground chamber.

"You should also know something, our sources tell us that Harry Dresden has been hired by a third party to deal with the coven" The Priest said to Van Helsing's back.

"Dresden? Haven't seen him since the Blair Witch incident back in '99. I wonder how the bastard is getting on" Gabriel answered, and then laughed a little as strode back up towards the stairs.

”God go with you, Van Helsing” The Priest said, making the sign of the cross towards Van Helsing as he left.

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Forks, Washington

Gabriel stood alone outside the door of a regular looking, regular sized house, in a regular neighborhood, in the regular little town of Forks. He raised a gloved hand and knocked on the door three times, and waited. A few minutes passed, and then a mustached man answered the door, clearly towards his later 30s in age. Looking past his shoulder, Gabriel saw a policeman's jacket hung up on a peg, with the words "C. Swan" on the chest.

"Mr. Charles Swan?" Gabriel asked. The man nodded, an air of deep melancholy around him. In those eyes, Gabriel could see bitterness and anger.

"You are from the Order?" Charlie asked in a hushed tone. Gabriel nodded.

"Alright, come in please"

A short while later, they were seated in the living room. Charlie seemed to live alone, and had quickly prepared cups of coffee, which sat untouched upon the table in the center of the room.

"If this is difficult for you, I understand Mr. Swan" Gabriel said slowly, leaning forward in his chair and clasping both hands together before his face.

“No, no, I’m okay” Charlie answered, rubbing his brow with a finger and thumb.

“It’s just… it’s just… that Edward have turned my little girl into some kind of monstrosity” he said, his voice filled with sudden hate, a glint appearing in his eye, teeth clenched.

“I know, Mr. Swan, I am here to correct that” Gabriel replied, sitting back in his chair and crossing one leg over the other.

“Please, tell me what you know, and I’ll do my best to make your daughter’s passing quick and painless” he finished, and then waited for Charlie to speak. They waited a long time, the only noise between the rhythmic ticking of the clock, and the sound of the wind outside the house.

“They live in a house out on the edge of town. Pretty big place too. God only knows what they do inside. Please, Mr. Van Helsing, burn it to the ground. Please, kill every last one of them” Charlie said, that hatred he had spoken with before coming back again. His eyes seemed to burn with an inner fire, burned with a desire to see every last member of the Cullens reduced to ash. Gabriel nodded slowly, then stood from his chair and made the sign of the cross towards Charlie.

“Peace be with you, Charles Swan. I assure you, I will not fail” he said, and with that he placed his battered old slouch hat on his head once more, and quickly walked out of the house. Outside, on the streets of Forks, Gabriel noted that night was falling rapidly. It was almost time for him to be about his bloody business.

[Eddums]

OOC Note: I'm setting this in the present, despite the fact that Abel is from the future. Given that he's around 1000 years old, it seems reasonable.

Vatican City, Cardinal Katrina's Office

"I despair of you Abel, I really do," sighed Katrina, a slight smile playing at the corners of her mouth, as she stared at the contrite priest in front of her. "All you had to do was convince the Empires emmissary to meet with the Pope, but, as usual, something went wrong, and we end up with a major incident of our hands."

"Well," stammered the priest, fiddeling unconciously with his long, silver ponytail. "I was so faint from lack of food that I can't even recall what happened. You know.." and at this point, his voice adopted a wounded tone, ".. if the AX were ever to give me a slightly larger stipend for my mission, these, er, accidents might not occur so frequently, as I'd be able to stay....focused...and...things."

His voice trailed off under Katerina's glare.

"Perhaps that could be arranged Abel. But first,we have a more important mission for you. Recently, several AX agents have reported signs of vampire activity in the New World, on the West Coast of America. We do not know if these Methusalah are agents of the Empire, but we think it unlikely, as no official word or message has been recieved. Further, the name of 'Cullen' has been connected to these cases."

"Cullen?" Mused Abel, ambling over to the Cardinal's desk, and flipping through the case files. "It means nothing to me, but even so. The Lord's work must come before all earthly needs," he ended piously, before looking pitifully at Katrina, who remained unmoved.

"Your flight awaits you, Father Nightroad."

Forks, Washington

Abel Nightroad opened the door of the truck in which he had hitchhiked to Forks, and sketched a quick blessing over the driver, who thanked him, and drove on, most likely glad to be rid of his vaguely odd passenger, and what's more, the strange rumbling noises coming from his stomach.
Placing his suitcase on the floor, Abel looked around, and spotted a diner just across the road.
"I've always been partial to American food, and I might as well get something from this mission," flashed across his brain, as he crossed the street. Suddenly, a nasty thought struck him, and with trembling hands, he opened the wallet Katrina had given him, to find only 20 denarii.

"Why, my God, have you forsaken me?" he moaned, and consigned his imaginations of burgers and chips to remain just that. A sudden buzzing in Able's ear interrupted his misery, and Sister Kate's voice came though.

"Father Nightroad, do you copy? Please respond."
"I'm here Kate. What is it?" Abel curiosity was piqued. He had never been called this early in a mssion.
"Be advised, Father Nightroad. The AX have just been advised that another Vatican Operative has been assigned to this case. His name is Gabriel Van Helsing, Division: Unknown. We hypothesise that he may be working for Cardinal Leo, or an associated group. Be wary."
"My thanks, Sister, I'll bear that in mind. By the way, seeing as you're here, any advice on accomodation?" queried Abel, hopefully. He could have sworn Sister Kate sighed heavily, before the line went dead.

"Oh well. This looks like a nice place," mused the priest, as he moved towards a small, but welcoming place just down the street, with 'Hotel', painted in flowing letters on a hanging sign.

[Cracklord]

(Consider Shion approved.)

(Charlie is their not because he is fundamentally unlikeable (he's not) but because many of the psychopaths we are dealing with are very...thorough, and I felt it was only fair I gave the option to eradicate all traces of Swan/Cullen.)

Harry Dresden

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As you arrive, a big, serious looking boy beacons to you. "My name is Sam." He says, as you approach. He's dressed in fairly casual looking clothes, very loose even on his frame. There is something... not right... about him.

"I'm the one who got you hired. Your client, or boss, or whatever." He says. "Look, I don't know exactly where they are, but I need these vampires gone. I don't know how, I don't want to know how, I just would like you to get rid of them." He seems honest, simple, perhaps, but honest.

Behind you is a tall, athletic boy, shirtless and with long hair, playing with a little girl, no more then five or six. She seems to be enjoying herself, but the look in his eyes is far from wholly innocent. It reminds you of sailors in a strip-club after a year or so at sea. Lecherous, even.

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Yes, you have the chance of getting the high score right now (not a high one, you'd have to fight four un-named wolves, Sam, Jacob and the little girl, (Harry is badass, but that's a little too much, even for him) so it might be best if you just take on one for now, or continue digging for information, observe and track one of the characters.)

Michael Morbius

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There is a moments silent, as the full effect of what you just did sinks in. Another moment blinks past, as various reactions sink in, mostly shock and stark terror. Then, abruptly, someone screams, a high, piercing cry, that is rapidly joined by most of the club, blending oddly with the loud beating music being played by the speaker system. A few of the observers attempt to run, pushing their way past those who missed the spectacle, and were rapidly converging to see what all the fuss was about.

In the chaos, you can't help but let your gaze be drawn to a single figure, still in the sea of movement. He's big, with enormous, well defined muscles. His skin is pale, though not particularly, and he has curly black hair cut short. He is handsome, in a way that to your eyes is clearly unnatural, and he is watching you intently, a difficult expression to read on his face.

That's your vampire.

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You will be killing Emmett Cullen, a big, strong vampire. His strategy for fighting basically consists of using his strength to overpower it, which is described as like being hit by a mac truck, and he can crush granite in his bare hands.
He's easily manipulated, and takes all insults to heart.

Gabriel Van Helsing

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New district uncovered! You may now travel to Cullen residence.

The traffic is intense for a small town like this. a long row of cars line up in front of the school, moving forward at a crawl. Charlie's directions weren't very descriptive, but you see the turnoff as you come to it.

Ahead of you is the place he described. A massive structure of white stone, set back quite a distance from the road. Slate roofs in a variety of angles and rakes came together in complicated junctures. The walkway to the house was shaded from the weak afternoon sun by towering pine tree's, as it passed through sweeping stretches of lawn before coming to formal gardens laid in complex, symmetrical patterns on either side. Whoever had built this place had no self-control and more money then sense.

A light is on in a window on the second floor, and movement could be made out.

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you book a room. The night passes uneventfully, unless you wish to use one of you abilities.

[darkblade]

Employing with vampiric speed the living vampire dashes across the club to stand face to face with his first target.

"Unusual to find one of our kin amongst the mortal party scene but not unheard of." The words slide coldly from Morbius's mouth. With each syllable he opens his mouth just a little wider to showcase his fangs. His fingernails grow, thicken and harden into the deadly weapons they are.

"I have no personal vendetta against you, young one." he says with a slight chuckle knowing that most likely a decade or two older than he is but there is no need for him to know that.

"Tell me where I would find the one you call Edward and the Swan girl and I may allow you to live peacefully amongst my clan in New York." Another bluff no way the Legion of Monsters currently residing in Manhattan's sewer tunnels would tolerate one who aided in kidnapping an innocent girl but finding the girl before it is too late is of far more importance than the slaughter of the clan responsible. "Resist and I will pry the knowledge from your dead body."

[Cracklord]

The vampire, lifts his big, shovel sized hands and loudly cracks his knuckles. He tightens his lips, juts out his chin and takes a deep breath, while smiling a cocky smile. He even endeavors to swagger while standing completely still.
Ignoring all your questions, he fixes you with a dangerous look, suggesting violence. "Piss off." He says, pure attitude, while drawing back his fist for a swing. "Or you'll be crapping teeth for a week."

He talks the talk, but can he walk the walk?

[darkblade]

The vampire, lifts his big, shovel sized hands and loudly cracks his knuckles. He tightens his lips, juts out his chin and takes a deep breath, while smiling a cocky smile. He even endeavors to swagger while standing completely still.
Ignoring all your questions, he fixes you with a dangerous look, suggesting violence. "Piss off." He says, pure attitude, while drawing back his fist for a swing. "Or you'll be crapping teeth for a week."

He talks the talk, but can he walk the walk?

"Really now? I've gone toe to toe with the marvels of Manhattan." Morbius says as he swings his head to the left of the oncoming punch.

"I have done battle with Elder Gods on the universe." He then reaches out to try and grab Emmete's punching arm. Should he succeed he digs his claws into Emmete's forearm "You are out of your league child."

[thorgrim29]

When the duo came in sight, Mouse began growling so low I felt it in my bones before the I noticed the sound. I put a hand on his head and told him to stay put. I observed them for a moment, and noticed the looks of pity from the tribe, directed it would seem at the boy, who looked like nothing more then a native 20 year old Cujo Hendricks, and not at the child. So there was more here then the already disturbing plain sight. Steeling myself, I looked down, closed my eyes and opened my third eye. As always, what I saw was at once clearer and vaguer then usual.

Mouse looked bigger, fiercer. I looked up a bit at my client. Superimposed over him was the image of a wolf, and something else I would have to analyze later. There were four others like him in the crowd, but unlike him the wolf was muzzled by something black and clammy, reminiscent of black court Thralldom. Then, fearing the worst, I Looked behind me. The tall boy looked like his soul had been crushed several times. The great wolf that was him, much larger then the others I had seen, was tied with unbreakable steel and titanium bonds to the young girl I purposely left out of my Sight for now. More disturbing even then that, his psyche looked like that of a reinfeld, an man twisted and torn into a living weapon by Black Court mindraping, and for all intent and purpose dead.

Then I gazed at the child and my sanity reeled. If I had not already Seen a skinwalker, no doubt I would have been rolling around babbling at the Sight. It was a monster, yes, but worse then that, it was a child, completely innocent yet pure evil. An abberation, a demon made flesh. I shook my Sight away, knowing that a new nightmare had just been added to my library, and turned back to Sam, who was watching me slack jawed.

Alright, I will do it, and no charge, this is Council business. But I need things from you before I do. I need everything you know about those vampires and how they enthralled your tribe, I need a ride back to the city, and when we're further away from here, I'm going to need you to look me in the eyes.

As we were going away I turned back and adressed the girl

Child, give word to the master of your coven to expect Warden Dresden of the White Council soon, and that if he respects the old covenants this may be resolved peacefully.

[Cracklord]

The skin feels hard and smooth, almost like marble. Your claws barely make purchase, and dig perhaps half an inch into his arm. There is surprisingly little blood, more of a thick treacle that oozed from his forearm. In your life, you have seen a great deal of blood, and whatever this is, is something else entirely.
The big vampire makes a surprised grimace, and pulls back his arm with surprising speed. He's looking at you warily now, but he's not backing down. He raises his fist in a classic boxers pose and lowers his center of balance.

Sam nods quickly and, taking your shoulder in a vice like grip, steers you away. "They came about five years ago." He says slowly. "At first we wanted to fight them, but that would only have gotten us killed. So instead we negotiated, and drafted an agreement. That... that was our mistake. We should have fought. Compromise... well, it wasn't a good idea."
He shakes his head sadly. "Anyway, they broke the agreement recently, but before we could fight, a whole lot of us went over. They were all following Jacob, 'cause he had a thing for the victim. Jacob... he's a good guy, it's not like him." He continued. "And she was a real hellspawn anyway. Broke his heart more times then I can count, took him for granted, treated him like dirt..." He sighed, running a hand through his shaggy hair.
"Now, well, we can't fight them, half of us aren't even siding with our people anymore, and a while back they brought over an army of their people for some reason. We can't do anything, so I called you..."

[darkblade]

The skin feels hard and smooth, almost like marble. Your claws barely make purchase, and dig perhaps half an inch into his arm. There is surprisingly little blood, more of a thick treacle that oozed from his forearm. In your life, you have seen a great deal of blood, and whatever this is, is something else entirely.
The big vampire makes a surprised grimace, and pulls back his arm with surprising speed. He's looking at you warily now, but he's not backing down. He raises his fist in a classic boxers pose and lowers his center of balance.

"It seems your body mass is not all fat afterall." It wouldn't be much of a fight if things were too easy now would it? He bends his knees and raises his arms into a defensive position and waits for his large foe to make the first move.

[Cracklord]

You don't have to wait long. The larger Vampire, losing patience almost instantly, lungs forward, swinging a great, round house of a punch at his opponent's head, while simultaneously lashing out in a left cross.

[nanobot_swarm]

Office of the OSA
Two men sit in a small office room, one sits at a wooden desk with a cluttered mess of papers over it, the other sits in a black leather chair atop a beautiful Persian rug, all the while the ceiling fan casts an eerie shadow upon the room illuminated only by the light of sun pouring through two shaded windows. The man at the desk is short, plump, balding, wearing a glasses and blue suit and red tie, and voiced by Tony Jay. The man in the chair is tall, thin, a full head of brown hair, also wearing glasses but wearing a black suit and blue tie. The man at the desk clears his throat and speaks," Well Jack, how are you today?"
"Er, quite fine sir." "Good, and agent Blazkowicz?""He's doing quite well, enjoying some R&R after that last assignment we sent him on." "I see, well we're going to require his services again." "What for sir?" "Same as usual Jack." "I see, what's it this time? Are the Russians recommissioning the killer robots that the Soviets built, are demons escaping from hell, some crackpot dictator violating the 1931 Dresden Agreement?" "Don't be silly Jack, nothing that major, this will be much easier for agent Blazkowicz. Our intelligence has gathered that a coven of vampires have settled in the Italian town of Volettra. We need agent Blazkowicz to find this coven and eliminate them." "Anything special about this coven." "They sparcle in the sunlight, and some can barely read minds." "Is that a joke sir?" "I wish it was Jack." "Very well, I'll get agent Blazkowicz right away."
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1 week later in Volettra
BJ, armed with a knife, luger, MP40, Venom Machine gun, 10 pineapple grenades, scoped Lee Einfield, and flamethrower (Gotta love hammerspace), enters the absurdly spacious sewers through an old rusted gate in the woods or something. A musky odor of waste and rotting deadthings hangs in theair, of course, BJ has smelled much worse before. Carefully he looks through the sewers, trying to see if there are any others in there with him.

[darkblade]

Morbius reaches out to catch both incoming punches before raising his left knee towards his vampiric foe's crotch. "I wonder if your subrace even maintains human primary sexual characteristics?"

[thorgrim29]

Harry Dresden


-Good for you that you did, I'm not only a wizard, I'm also part of the White Council, the ruling body of mortal magic, and we are currently at war with most of the vampire population, I'm sort of an expert. I showed him the necklace of Red Court fangs I keep in one of my duster's pockets. I have a few things to get in my car, then you can call me a mechanic. I'm afraid there's not much left of Jacob inside that body, he's that little.... I shuddered thing's slave. I've seen something like it before, and there isn't much that can be done for him. We could lock him up, but he'd probably go raving mad if separated from that little monster, like Reinfeld in Dracula. I truly am sorry, but it might be possible to help the others from what I saw. But first, I need to know more about you, about them, and about the whole situation. There is one way to do that, it's called a Soulgaze. Ever heard the expression about eyes being a window to the soul? They actually are. We stare in the others eyes for a few seconds, and we'll see the most important things there are to know about that person. That way, I'll know you better, and you'll know what kind of man is helping you.

We'd returned to the Blue Beetle, and Sam stared at it in surprise. Mouse was still taut, but he seemed happy to leave the place, not that I blamed him. I chuckled at the familiar expression on the youth's face

-It's not Shadowfax, I'll give you that, but modern technology fries quickly near magic, and there were like a bajillion of these made, so spare parts are easy to come by. Now, what do you say?

[Cracklord]

BJ
Like the rest of the city, it is a series of classic looking stonework's, carved out centuries ago when the city was still important. The fact that it is a sewer barely detracts from the feelings of faded grandeur evoked by the architecture.
It is a massive labyrinth, with a mess of bricked over tunnels, secret passages that go nowhere, and worn, faded statues. You could hide an army down here.
"Hello." Says a voice, high and reedy, monotonous, from behind you.
At first glance, it looks like a young boy. On closer examination, it was a pretty little girl, wide eyed, full lipped, with an androgynous build. Her size was all but insignificant, and yet she seems dangerous. She is wearing a heavy, shadowy cape.
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Harry Dresden
Cullen residence unlocked.

Sam is still staring at the car. "Ah... right." He says. "I won't pretend to know what you are talking about, but you sound like you know your stuff. They mostly live in a big fancy place a few miles from town. First turn off on your left, you can't miss it." He says. "Look, if you can do anything for Jacob... well, I'd appreciate it, but try not to make a spectacle here or whatever." He says. "Most of the tribe don't know we exist, and I'd kinda like it to stay that way, you know?"
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Mobius
The vampire's expression tightens, and his eyes bulge. Slowly, he begin's to flex, forcing his hands towards your throat.
"Yeah?" He asks, as he strains his hands closer to your neck. "You need a head, smart arse?"

[nanobot_swarm]

BJ turns around and sees the little girl in the black cloak, and any sign of relief a normal person would have, did not come to BJ. He had survived numerous occult horrors and encounters with German soldiers by trusting his insticts, and they were telling him something was not right about the girl. He does not strengthen his grip on the MP40, but he does not lighten it either, all he does is say,"Hello little girl, what are you doing in a place like this."

[Cracklord]

"I like it down here." She says, her voice still monotonous, swaying her head as she speaks, as though to tune only she could hear. "It's quiet, and you can remember the city. It's nice down here. It still echoes with the screams."

[Executor]

Gabriel took a deep breath, then made the sign of the cross over himself. Quickly, he opened his car door and got out of the non-descript grey Chrysler Neon, carrying his automatic crossbow with him in one hand. It was one of Van Helsing's trademark weapons, and it had been a gift, from a very old friend. It's clip was loaded with silver stakes for bolts, and as Van Helsing walked towards the Cullen house, he took out a bottle of holy water with his spare hand and let a few drops fall onto the muzzle of the crossbow, for extra effect. Putting away the bottle, and now taking hold of his weapon with both hands, Gabriel increased his pace as he walked across the Cullen's immaculate lawn. By the time he reached the door, he was almost jogging. With a single kick, the door gave way before him, and he found himself standing in a large foyer with a long double staircase forming a circle around it, and white pillars decorating the sides.

"Why always marble floors?" Gabriel wondered aloud as he held his crossbow firmly against his shoulder, every muscle in his body held taut, ready for an explosion of movement in any direction.

"Listen up!" He yelled "I'm Van Helsing! It all ends here! Show yourself!" he shouted into the Cullen home, while quickly moving in a combat crouch to the lefthand staircase and slowly beginning his ascent.

[darkblade]

"I can't say for sure. I've never been without one." The giant hands warp around Morbius's neck.

"What about you?" Morbius reaches behind Emmete's head and attempts to dig his claws into the twipire's scalp and push it forward into his own for a headbutt.

[Cracklord]

A tall man walks down the stairs, his hands upraised to show he carries no weapon. As he approaches, you think you see a flash of recognition in his eyes for a split second, before it vanishes and he lowers his hands, his body language taking pains to demonstrate himself as no threat.
He looks a little disheveled, his blond hair is a mess and he is wearing a button up shirt that he hasn't buttoned, leaving his chest bare.
"Good evening." He says smoothly and calmly. "May I be of assistance?"

[nanobot_swarm]

"Interesting, though I don't think your mother would approve. May I ask, whose screams exactly?" BJ doesn't change one bit, keeping a calm demeanor, though still ready to shoot at a moment's notice.

[Cracklord]

She gives you a dreamy look. "Priests and nuns, burning alive." She says. "I can still taste it." She licks her lips with a perfect tongue, in a manner that would be sensual if she was a few years older.
"Why are you here? Are you lost?"

[nanobot_swarm]

"And when did that little event happen?" He asks, but then gives a wry smile at her question and answers,"Looking for treasure and hunting monsters."

[Executor]

Gabriel recognized this one from the photos that his handler had given him. 'Carlisle Cullen', alias: Stregone Benefice, born in London, England, 1643, and known for having excellent control of his vampiric urges, though not perfect. Last recorded kill of a human: 2001. Adoptive father of the other Cullens, and patriarch of their coven. And he did not miss the short gleam of recognition. How did this Carlisle know him? Gabriel suspected he would find out soon enough.

"First of all, you can have your mate come out from that room there. I know there's two of you in here, and from the looks of you I can tell she's someone special" Gabriel remarked, gesturing back towards the doorway at the top of the stairs with his crossbow.

"After she's out here where I can see her, I want you two to tell me the location of Edward Cullen, Bella Cullen, and their demonspawn child 'Renesmee' Cullen. Cooperate, and I will put you to rest quickly. Resist, and things might get messy" He finished, his finger twitching near the trigger of his crossbow, but not firing it... yet.

[Cracklord]

Carlisle didn't so much as flinch. "Please, we have no quarrel with you. Nor does little Renesmee. I can assure you, she is quite harmless." He said softly, as though trying to calm a charging hound. "Now, please put the weapon away, and we can discuss this like civilized gentlemen."
Slowly, to appear nonthreatening, he turns to look up the stares and says "Esme, we have company."
* * * * *
She brightens up. "I can show you where to find them!" She says, for all the world like a little girl who has just been told she can be useful.
With that, she whirls and takes off, skipping.

[Agrippa]

A grimly-attired man wearing a slouch hat, long coat and general clothing of the Elizabethan era strode into town. Upon arriving in the city of Forks on his God given mission to expunge the world of this most depraved vampire clan Cullen he set to work acquiring as much information this family as he could. His name is Solomon Kane and while he knows much about this dreaded covenant, from their heraldry to their powers and names, the Puritan Avenger must learn more.

Concealing his revolvers in his knapsack (come on people, he has adapted a little bit) and using the staff N'Longa once gifted to him, Kane ventures about the city asking of the Cullens. With no answer he walks to the most dignified of taverns in the town. There he orders a pint of good quality English style beer and dinner for himself, remembering to tip his waitress of course. He then said unto her, "Pray tell me good woman of this Edward Cullen and of his bride Bella. I have heard many great thing of them and wish to make their acquaintances and give my tidings. I hear you used to be a good friend of her’s as well"