Fallen Angel Pt. 6 - The Challenge and the Spirits
Feb 4, 2006
Blog Entry 6
Unfortunatly for Alice, the writing did not last more then a few words; interrupted by Miguel a second time, she escaped an annoyed sigh and put the small notebook away. Anger rose through her, realising Miguel had most likely heard the exchanged words between her and Damien: words she had wished to keep private between the both of them. However, she calmed down and hid behind her natural mask again.
Sitting back to back against the tree, Alice found Miguel's voice had dropped down a good notch from his previous attempt at intimidating her. Now he spoke to her in a calm way, but still, he seemed distant and somewhat uncaring. This conversation did not last very long. Miguel, upon hearing the conversation with Damien, now challenged Alice to tell him why he should trust her. She may have chosen to remain silent, or she may have been unable to respond altogether. Either way, Miguel rose from his sitting position, walking a few steps away from the young woman, before glancing over his shoulder, "I know what happened to Nick", came his words. It was enough for Alice to stand up and run up to him. Her expression showing both disbelief and distress, she ordered Miguel to share what he knew, but he refused, challenging her one last time to find a reason for him to trust her if she wished to have the answers she seeked. Then he disappeared, leaving her wide eyed.
What relieved the tension was Damien's voice... was he singing?! Even from outside, one could hear the large man singing to his rubber ducky while he took a bath. It was always a wonder how such a big man like Damien, so intimidating and borderline scary on the battlefield, could be reduced to an eight year old boy in the body of a bodybuilder at times. Better yet, he found no shame at all in singing his serenade to the plastic, floating duck. Well, it was a way to bring a few laughter and smiles to his packmates before leaving for the suicidal mission that was to be the closing of the Wound on the island.
The pack gathered together soon after to leave for the island, where they would find the Wound and hopefully close it before it got out of hand. Most packmates believed this mission to be out of line and would most likely destroy them all. Being able to speak to the spirits was one thing, but inviting them for teas and cookies in hopes to close an malignent Wound was another. However, Ryan, the pack's Alpha, had a plan all along: one he had not yet shared with the rest of his packmates. He ordered the truck to be parked in the parkinglot where the boats used to cross to the island were hidden. The rest of the pack got ready to stir up the boats when Ryan announced a change of plans. Ordering Alice, Mike and Miguel to stay put, he ordered Damien to drive him to an abandonned Newspaper Factory, where he would attempt to cross the gauntlet with the help of a damaged Loci, to contact the spirits for information on the ban of the feline spirits residing near the Wound.
The factory was old, barely standing still. It creaked uneasilly with every step made, dust rising high, clogging the nostrils and lungs. It was rather empty, with a few boxes here and there, signs of a few fires probably made by teenagers who had thrown a party or just crashed there. In fact, both Damien and Ryan found now dead evidence of the little parties taking place in the area. They found a young man, or what remained of a young man who appeared to have been chewed on. From the looks of things, the boy had been eaten by rats...
Nevertheless, business was business, and there was no time to waste on the Beshilu at this time. Damien and Ryan crossed into the Hisil into an alternate world of their surroundings. Though still dark and weary, the factory seemed that much more alive with its twisted machinery and newspaper riding the floors, walls, and cogs. Signs of the factory collapsing soon came from the pillars, eaten and rotten to their core. At any given time, the Newspaper Factory could collapse on them.
Though slightly clueless at first, Ryan approached an old blank newspaper set on one of the ever so large machines. Hesitating a moment, he finally attempted to put to good use what Ardent, the Ithaeur from the New Hopes pack, had taught Ryan about spirit communication. A few words escaped his lips, and he waited for a reply. Random letters and numbers were scribbled upon the blank page, soon scratched out and disapearing, like an invisible pencil and eraser had went to work. Ryan made a few more attempts to verbally apprehend the paper spirit, only to receive the same answer: random scribbles, scratched out, erased. After a moment, however, it seemed Ryan figured what could be done and bit down on his index, drawing blood. He then proceeded to write his request on the page with his own blood.
Fortunatly, Ryan's new attempt at communicating worked, and the spirit answered accordingly. Not with words, but with moving images. Ryan asked about the feline spirits who had previously attacked him and his pack in their own home, apparently the same ones guarding the Wound. He went straight to the point: what was their ban so they could be defeated? Last encounter had been nearly deadly, and there had not been much of a chance to fight back.
A still image of a man with a lantern appeared on the page. A black circle surrounded the lantern. The man was surrounded by the creatures, and soon, the lantern was turned off and a horrible scream was followed. Ryan and Damien exchanged glances, wondering what the spirit meant. The image scribbled itself again, this time, with a clear difference: the man was holding a tourch. Also, the image was frozen in time, unlike the last one. It seemed nothing more would give them any clue as to what the spirit meant. When Ryan drew a question mark, he felt his essence being drained away from him, his very soul being sucked of life as a warmth engulfed him. Though it did not last very long, it was enough to surprise Ryan and have him stumble back from the spirit's action. However, the image of the man and his torch was no more still. The man walked into darkness, brandishing the fire with a clear look of fear upon his face. The room itself in which Ryan and Damien stood went to darkness next. The man from the previous image now appeared as a ghost of the past. The look of fear upon his features was even more evident with this three dimentional version of the moving image. Dark shadows surrounded the man, the feline spirits, but unlike previously with the lantern, it seemed the spirits would not approach the man. The episode came to an end, and the newspaper closed itself together, refusing to speak furthermore. Obviously, the issue of a light source was important... and both men remembered how electricity had gone out in the house before the feline spirits had made their attack. According to the image of the man holding the lantern and its unnatural light, the feline spirits were unaffected and had brutaly attacked him. They turn off that source and use it to their advantage. So then, could it be that natural light sources from the fire on the torch would do the trick? Both Ryan and Damien believed so.
Eager to get back to their packmates with their newfound information, Damien and Ryan, after coming out of the Hisil, came back to a missing car and a few words spray canned where it used to stand: "FUCK YOU". Where Ryan found himself to be rather crushed and unhappy his brand new Shotgun had gone away with the car, Damien, on the other hand, only smiled and rubbed his hands together.
End of The Challenge and the Spirits
(Note from the Maria: I don't think I forgot anything, but if I did, feel free to let me know so I can edit it accordingly. ^^ Keep in mind it was my first blog entry, so I wouldn't be surprised if I DID miss some things at first. Thank you! )
Wednesday, February 22, 2006
Tuesday, February 21, 2006
Maria Taking Over
Hello!
This is Maria (Alice / Killy ), temporarily taking over the blog. Reptle is incredibly busy with school at the moment, and since I don't have that much time to spend on school (more on work), I offered to help out with completing the blog entries until he's able to take over again.
Feel free to leave comments, and have fun! ^_^
Luv,
Maria
This is Maria (Alice / Killy ), temporarily taking over the blog. Reptle is incredibly busy with school at the moment, and since I don't have that much time to spend on school (more on work), I offered to help out with completing the blog entries until he's able to take over again.
Feel free to leave comments, and have fun! ^_^
Luv,
Maria
Tuesday, February 14, 2006
Fallen Angel (Trust)
Fallen Angel Pt. 3 - Trust
Feb 4, 2006
Blog Entry 5
Alice was getting real sick and tired of Mike's attitude. She stood outside as she stared at Mike make a fool of her once again. He turned down the dual, which was pretty typical of him, but made her pretty annoyed. If she joined this pack, something had to be done about his attitude, otherwise their claws and teeth might eventually meet. But for now, she let it pass and walked over to an old battered tree. It looked in pretty bad shape at mid level, but she knew perfectly well. When she stepped outside, Mike was practicing sinking his fists into it. A form of ritual he did at least once per day. Part of her was hoping that some days a bunch of tree spirits would return the favor.
With those thoughts, Alice rested against the tree. It was another warm day in Denver and the shade of the tree. It was normally always like that around here. Normally warm during the day and cold at night, temperatures constantly changing between 20 and -12 degrees Celsius. There was a slight breeze and part of her could not help but feel as though someone, something was watching her. It was most likely in her mind though, as it wasn't the first time she felt like such, yet knowing completely well that nothing was around, or at least never brave enough to actually show itself. She did exactly what she always did in those moments, and began writing another letter to her mentor.
For the first few moments, she actually had peace and quiet as she wrote her honest opinion on the pack. It was then that Miguel interrupted her thoughts and made a slight comment on her letter. Alice looked up and noticed him above on a branch, giving her his usual neutral cold stare before leaping to the ground a few paces away. She returned a cold comment about privacy, which then lead to Miguel giving her a warning. He wanted to make sure she understood that at no moment, in their territory, would she go unwatched.
Before a reply could really be managed, Mike showed his face outside again. It was rather amazing that he ordered Miguel to back off. He did not appreciate being ordered to stop; scouting was after all what he does best. He confirmed the order and reluctantly walked away from Alice, but to his surprise, as he crossed Mike’s path, a whisper was given to keep an eye out on her. Miguel replied positively that both his eyes would be kept on her, that Mike had nothing to worry on that. Within a few moments, Miguel was gone.
Mike took a few steps towards Alice, who was trying to resume her moment of peace. But of course the moment he opened his mouth to speak, the conversation went to hell. It was amazing that they weren’t at each others throat. Most Uratha would have dealt with their differences in such ways until only one of the two remained standing. Granted it was never meant to lead to the death of one another, for such act is strongly against their own code of morale. Things didn’t turn to that luckily and Mike simple gave her a similar warning as Miguel had, and clearly showed his lack of trust, before departing himself indoors.
Alice was getting extremely confused and angered at this. She was doing exactly what Lucy and Nick had suggested, she was actually willing to give these guys a chance and yet they were being total pricks with her. Only Damien showed a slight interest of care in his tone.
Damien chose a good moment to return from his walk and noticed Alice in the yard alone and writing something. The big guy was never shy and joined Alice for the fresh afternoon air. He sat down besides her and began by confirming the beautiful weather. It was still unsure as to what had made him in such good news, but best guess was excitement as the battle that was to come.
Alice told him how everyone seemed to hate and mistrust her. He was actually quite surprised at that and questioned her on whom. It was no surprise to hear that Mike was being an ass… in fact if he heard otherwise he would have been seriously worried. But he was indeed surprised at how she viewed Miguel, considering him a wannabe Dark Hero. Damien pointed out that Alice herself, in fact, did not give trust away so easily. Trust isn’t something that can be easily given, but sometimes must be earned. Within a pack, you normally have no option but to trust the other with your very life… and it was perhaps why some of them were still skeptical about Alice.
To Alice’s surprise, Damien let her know that he actually trusted Miguel. Even if he did not agree completely with all he does. He even mentioned that he believes he may even have broken his arm when they both were kids. No grudge was held as the times are obviously different.
Alice trusted her mentor, Lucy, before. But unfortunately times are also different for her now. Her life was taken to some Vampires a few years ago, and since then she still wrote letters to her, even knowing how pointless they were as nobody would truly receive them. But it was still her way to cope with some of what happened and gave her motivation to stay strong.
She asked him exactly what happened with that previous kid, Killy Mathiews. Miguel had mentioned the name before, and it seemed to upset him. Damien told her of the Oath of the Moon and how breaking the laws could reduce ones soul to nothing but a monster of legends, an actual werewolf, better known to the People, as Zi’ir. The pack recently rescued what they thought was a Zi’ir. His name was Nathan, and Killy grew quite attached for some strange reason. And then one day both of them were gone.
Miguel had tasted Nathan’s blood during the capture and when he noticed his packmate was missing, he decided to go after him and recover him. Things were still unsure as to exactly what happened, but Miguel spoke that Killy betrayed him and left him for dead. Alice understood a bit better now why Miguel had such a hard time trusting just anyone. She greatly appreciated that Damien finally told her what was going on.
She inquired on Nick’s condition, and was glad to know he was slowly, but surely recovering. She asked Damien to keep this to himself, but swore to hunt down the ones who did this to him. Damien was quite happy that she was finally starting to trust people and with that, he parted ways and let her to complete her letter in peace and quiet…
End of Trust
Feb 4, 2006
Blog Entry 5
Alice was getting real sick and tired of Mike's attitude. She stood outside as she stared at Mike make a fool of her once again. He turned down the dual, which was pretty typical of him, but made her pretty annoyed. If she joined this pack, something had to be done about his attitude, otherwise their claws and teeth might eventually meet. But for now, she let it pass and walked over to an old battered tree. It looked in pretty bad shape at mid level, but she knew perfectly well. When she stepped outside, Mike was practicing sinking his fists into it. A form of ritual he did at least once per day. Part of her was hoping that some days a bunch of tree spirits would return the favor.
With those thoughts, Alice rested against the tree. It was another warm day in Denver and the shade of the tree. It was normally always like that around here. Normally warm during the day and cold at night, temperatures constantly changing between 20 and -12 degrees Celsius. There was a slight breeze and part of her could not help but feel as though someone, something was watching her. It was most likely in her mind though, as it wasn't the first time she felt like such, yet knowing completely well that nothing was around, or at least never brave enough to actually show itself. She did exactly what she always did in those moments, and began writing another letter to her mentor.
For the first few moments, she actually had peace and quiet as she wrote her honest opinion on the pack. It was then that Miguel interrupted her thoughts and made a slight comment on her letter. Alice looked up and noticed him above on a branch, giving her his usual neutral cold stare before leaping to the ground a few paces away. She returned a cold comment about privacy, which then lead to Miguel giving her a warning. He wanted to make sure she understood that at no moment, in their territory, would she go unwatched.
Before a reply could really be managed, Mike showed his face outside again. It was rather amazing that he ordered Miguel to back off. He did not appreciate being ordered to stop; scouting was after all what he does best. He confirmed the order and reluctantly walked away from Alice, but to his surprise, as he crossed Mike’s path, a whisper was given to keep an eye out on her. Miguel replied positively that both his eyes would be kept on her, that Mike had nothing to worry on that. Within a few moments, Miguel was gone.
Mike took a few steps towards Alice, who was trying to resume her moment of peace. But of course the moment he opened his mouth to speak, the conversation went to hell. It was amazing that they weren’t at each others throat. Most Uratha would have dealt with their differences in such ways until only one of the two remained standing. Granted it was never meant to lead to the death of one another, for such act is strongly against their own code of morale. Things didn’t turn to that luckily and Mike simple gave her a similar warning as Miguel had, and clearly showed his lack of trust, before departing himself indoors.
Alice was getting extremely confused and angered at this. She was doing exactly what Lucy and Nick had suggested, she was actually willing to give these guys a chance and yet they were being total pricks with her. Only Damien showed a slight interest of care in his tone.
Damien chose a good moment to return from his walk and noticed Alice in the yard alone and writing something. The big guy was never shy and joined Alice for the fresh afternoon air. He sat down besides her and began by confirming the beautiful weather. It was still unsure as to what had made him in such good news, but best guess was excitement as the battle that was to come.
Alice told him how everyone seemed to hate and mistrust her. He was actually quite surprised at that and questioned her on whom. It was no surprise to hear that Mike was being an ass… in fact if he heard otherwise he would have been seriously worried. But he was indeed surprised at how she viewed Miguel, considering him a wannabe Dark Hero. Damien pointed out that Alice herself, in fact, did not give trust away so easily. Trust isn’t something that can be easily given, but sometimes must be earned. Within a pack, you normally have no option but to trust the other with your very life… and it was perhaps why some of them were still skeptical about Alice.
To Alice’s surprise, Damien let her know that he actually trusted Miguel. Even if he did not agree completely with all he does. He even mentioned that he believes he may even have broken his arm when they both were kids. No grudge was held as the times are obviously different.
Alice trusted her mentor, Lucy, before. But unfortunately times are also different for her now. Her life was taken to some Vampires a few years ago, and since then she still wrote letters to her, even knowing how pointless they were as nobody would truly receive them. But it was still her way to cope with some of what happened and gave her motivation to stay strong.
She asked him exactly what happened with that previous kid, Killy Mathiews. Miguel had mentioned the name before, and it seemed to upset him. Damien told her of the Oath of the Moon and how breaking the laws could reduce ones soul to nothing but a monster of legends, an actual werewolf, better known to the People, as Zi’ir. The pack recently rescued what they thought was a Zi’ir. His name was Nathan, and Killy grew quite attached for some strange reason. And then one day both of them were gone.
Miguel had tasted Nathan’s blood during the capture and when he noticed his packmate was missing, he decided to go after him and recover him. Things were still unsure as to exactly what happened, but Miguel spoke that Killy betrayed him and left him for dead. Alice understood a bit better now why Miguel had such a hard time trusting just anyone. She greatly appreciated that Damien finally told her what was going on.
She inquired on Nick’s condition, and was glad to know he was slowly, but surely recovering. She asked Damien to keep this to himself, but swore to hunt down the ones who did this to him. Damien was quite happy that she was finally starting to trust people and with that, he parted ways and let her to complete her letter in peace and quiet…
End of Trust
Wednesday, February 08, 2006
Fallen Angel (Return)
Fallen Angel Pt. 3 - Return
Feb 4, 2006
Blog Entry 4
With Mike's return, the pack was once more one big happy dysfunctional family. Everybody had previously wished to hurt Mike in different ways for various reasons. Not that they hated the guy, he was after all a packmate. But the old man was very arrogant and annoying. He always got himself in the worst of troubles and therefore found himself on Damien's hospital bed to get patched up. But, like all pack of wolves, every member had his place. In Mike's case it was rather unique. When it came to missions and serious work, he was the beta of the group and everyone had to listen to his words. But other then that, everyone saw him more as an Omega, the lowest rank in a pack.
Alice grew more and more annoyed at him though. His comments and rudeness... he's either really bad at trying to hit on her, or is even an asshole with really beautiful women. Miguel was constantly making fun of the old man but mostly in jest. Damien on the other hand grew annoyed at the lack of seriousness and shifted in Dalu, threatening everyone to remain quiet so Ryan could explain the ideas behind the plan.
The plan was not much, and even seemed ridiculous at best. Ardent, the New Hopes pack Ithaeur, had shown Ryan the basics of the First Tongue and the plan was to try to slaughter the dominant spirit inside the wounded area. They were still without a plan to defeat the 3 Shadow Prowlers that lurked within in its perimeter, most likely defending their sacred twisted tree of birth. The order was given... With or without any further knowledge on the issue, in 3 hours time the problem had to be taken care of
.
The meeting was then adjourned and left everyone to decide on how to prepare for another suicidal attempt at keeping the peace. Mike asked around for a sparring partner, although everyone knew quite well he was just really pushing to get owned by Damien once again. Damien, on the other hand, refused. His temper towards Mike was at a high already, and he wanted to avoid, as much as possible, breaking one too many of his bones. Not that it would normally bother him that much, but 3 hours before a mission was not the best time to send a packmate in recovery.
It wasn't really a surprise that Mike did not ask Miguel for a battle with the way he was turned down last time. Last thing Miguel needed to do was to strike back at a packmate.. specially after the trouble that still haunted him with Killy. The wound in his flesh may be healed, but the one in his soul remained.
To everyone's surprise, Alice offered to battle with Mike. She would only need to have a word in private with Ryan first, and then go meet the old martial artist outside to practice. Miguel wondered if she had accepted his challenge in order to get revenge for all the insults that was thrown her way, or if perhaps she was actually trying to bury whatever bad blood ran between them. Although there was many more possibility that Miguel considered... he did not dare speak them out loud...
Ryan went upstairs, followed by Alice. He walked into his room and headed towards the bar behind his computer desk and began pouring drinks. His room was the biggest of them all, but it was mainly due to his leadership of the pack. He knew quite well that if ever he was challenged for his position and lost the battle, he would need to move out and leave the spoils to the victor. Alice walked over to his desk and began curiously inspecting it's content. Not being satisfied with the outside, she began peeking inside the top drawers as Ryan continued pouring his usual drink.
In this house, nothing remains a secret for very long, or certainly not to a scout who's very purpose was to uncover the truth. Miguel took the opportunity of the wide open door to quietly sneak into Ryan's room and settled himself on the right wall, just besides the dresser. He "Blended" in that spot and remained motionless, keeping his gaze on Alice.
The room was split in two section, divided by his large library of randomly selected books. Miguel had often wondered if there was importance to those book, or if they had just been bought in order to fill the holes in the shelves. On the left most part of the room, split by the library, was mainly used as an office. In the middle, was Ryan's main desk that held the general accessories. Phone, Pen containers, paper clips, random paperwork that still needed to be filed and his laptop. In front of his desk held two large comfy leather chairs for those that came to discuss business. And behind his desk was his miniature bar.
Alice sat down on Ryan's desk and crossed her legs as she carefully inspected a signed puck from Ryan's drawers. She questioned him on it's value, curious if it was worth anything. Ryan returned a gaze as he walked towards her and gave her the drink he had prepared. He then gently grabbed the puck from her hands and set it back in his desk as he informed her that he had not purchased it, but that he had gotten it signed himself. Although he mentioned that on ebay the price of such item could be worth a few thousands easily, to which grabbed Alice's attention and brought a smile to her lips.
Business between the two was really odd, Miguel noticed. He was in fact surprised that Ryan was letting Alice sit on his desk, it was completely unprofessional... except for a seductress like herself. She was mainly curious on the “how, when and what“ of the initiation, looking a bit forward to getting it over with and finally getting accepted amongst them before her other instincts took over and made her walk away.
Alice was informed that initiations would take place later, as for now more serious troubles worried them. And of course nothing was to suggest that she wasn't being tested during this mission either, so she could not really turn it down just in case. She left Ryan's room with that knowledge and closed the door behind her, and returned to the main floor in seek of Mike for that "friendly" dual.
Miguel unblended and walked gently towards Ryan as he spoke out his feelings towards this possible new member. He found that Ryan had too much of a soft spot for her but did not wish to mention anything about it, knowing quite well that even Ryan knew that it was a sin to look at her in any such way. Without a comment or reply, but a gentle nod from Ryan, that he heard what Miguel had to say, he turned around and left Ryan's room as well.
Miguel didn't trust her, she was hiding too many secrets... And he was going to find out what they were, one way or another.
End of Return
Feb 4, 2006
Blog Entry 4
With Mike's return, the pack was once more one big happy dysfunctional family. Everybody had previously wished to hurt Mike in different ways for various reasons. Not that they hated the guy, he was after all a packmate. But the old man was very arrogant and annoying. He always got himself in the worst of troubles and therefore found himself on Damien's hospital bed to get patched up. But, like all pack of wolves, every member had his place. In Mike's case it was rather unique. When it came to missions and serious work, he was the beta of the group and everyone had to listen to his words. But other then that, everyone saw him more as an Omega, the lowest rank in a pack.
Alice grew more and more annoyed at him though. His comments and rudeness... he's either really bad at trying to hit on her, or is even an asshole with really beautiful women. Miguel was constantly making fun of the old man but mostly in jest. Damien on the other hand grew annoyed at the lack of seriousness and shifted in Dalu, threatening everyone to remain quiet so Ryan could explain the ideas behind the plan.
The plan was not much, and even seemed ridiculous at best. Ardent, the New Hopes pack Ithaeur, had shown Ryan the basics of the First Tongue and the plan was to try to slaughter the dominant spirit inside the wounded area. They were still without a plan to defeat the 3 Shadow Prowlers that lurked within in its perimeter, most likely defending their sacred twisted tree of birth. The order was given... With or without any further knowledge on the issue, in 3 hours time the problem had to be taken care of
.
The meeting was then adjourned and left everyone to decide on how to prepare for another suicidal attempt at keeping the peace. Mike asked around for a sparring partner, although everyone knew quite well he was just really pushing to get owned by Damien once again. Damien, on the other hand, refused. His temper towards Mike was at a high already, and he wanted to avoid, as much as possible, breaking one too many of his bones. Not that it would normally bother him that much, but 3 hours before a mission was not the best time to send a packmate in recovery.
It wasn't really a surprise that Mike did not ask Miguel for a battle with the way he was turned down last time. Last thing Miguel needed to do was to strike back at a packmate.. specially after the trouble that still haunted him with Killy. The wound in his flesh may be healed, but the one in his soul remained.
To everyone's surprise, Alice offered to battle with Mike. She would only need to have a word in private with Ryan first, and then go meet the old martial artist outside to practice. Miguel wondered if she had accepted his challenge in order to get revenge for all the insults that was thrown her way, or if perhaps she was actually trying to bury whatever bad blood ran between them. Although there was many more possibility that Miguel considered... he did not dare speak them out loud...
Ryan went upstairs, followed by Alice. He walked into his room and headed towards the bar behind his computer desk and began pouring drinks. His room was the biggest of them all, but it was mainly due to his leadership of the pack. He knew quite well that if ever he was challenged for his position and lost the battle, he would need to move out and leave the spoils to the victor. Alice walked over to his desk and began curiously inspecting it's content. Not being satisfied with the outside, she began peeking inside the top drawers as Ryan continued pouring his usual drink.
In this house, nothing remains a secret for very long, or certainly not to a scout who's very purpose was to uncover the truth. Miguel took the opportunity of the wide open door to quietly sneak into Ryan's room and settled himself on the right wall, just besides the dresser. He "Blended" in that spot and remained motionless, keeping his gaze on Alice.
The room was split in two section, divided by his large library of randomly selected books. Miguel had often wondered if there was importance to those book, or if they had just been bought in order to fill the holes in the shelves. On the left most part of the room, split by the library, was mainly used as an office. In the middle, was Ryan's main desk that held the general accessories. Phone, Pen containers, paper clips, random paperwork that still needed to be filed and his laptop. In front of his desk held two large comfy leather chairs for those that came to discuss business. And behind his desk was his miniature bar.
Alice sat down on Ryan's desk and crossed her legs as she carefully inspected a signed puck from Ryan's drawers. She questioned him on it's value, curious if it was worth anything. Ryan returned a gaze as he walked towards her and gave her the drink he had prepared. He then gently grabbed the puck from her hands and set it back in his desk as he informed her that he had not purchased it, but that he had gotten it signed himself. Although he mentioned that on ebay the price of such item could be worth a few thousands easily, to which grabbed Alice's attention and brought a smile to her lips.
Business between the two was really odd, Miguel noticed. He was in fact surprised that Ryan was letting Alice sit on his desk, it was completely unprofessional... except for a seductress like herself. She was mainly curious on the “how, when and what“ of the initiation, looking a bit forward to getting it over with and finally getting accepted amongst them before her other instincts took over and made her walk away.
Alice was informed that initiations would take place later, as for now more serious troubles worried them. And of course nothing was to suggest that she wasn't being tested during this mission either, so she could not really turn it down just in case. She left Ryan's room with that knowledge and closed the door behind her, and returned to the main floor in seek of Mike for that "friendly" dual.
Miguel unblended and walked gently towards Ryan as he spoke out his feelings towards this possible new member. He found that Ryan had too much of a soft spot for her but did not wish to mention anything about it, knowing quite well that even Ryan knew that it was a sin to look at her in any such way. Without a comment or reply, but a gentle nod from Ryan, that he heard what Miguel had to say, he turned around and left Ryan's room as well.
Miguel didn't trust her, she was hiding too many secrets... And he was going to find out what they were, one way or another.
End of Return
Monday, February 06, 2006
Fallen Angel (News)
Fallen Angel Pt.3 - News
Feb 4, 2006
Blog Entry 3
Upon arriving home, Damien gave a quick glance around. He noticed, through the patio door, Miguel in the back yard training with his weapons. Feeling rather proud of his little hunting incident, he decided to stop by and brag to Miguel, but he replied with little interest, or maybe just making sure not to slice something off, knowing quite well that his weapons were battle ready.
A quick note was spoken about the neighbor to the left who, like most old folks, was increasingly paranoid about the strange individuals the lived next door. Over the past few months the pack had done their very best to keep a low profile, but also couldn't help the occasional tease to freak the old man out. Watching Miguel swing his deadly blades around like a martial artist certainly wasn't too comforting, but he had seen much, much worst.
Damien eventually left Miguel to his training and caught up with Alice, who stopped by to visit Nick in the room dedicated as the infirmary. His condition of course still had not changed as she moves her fingers in his hair. Damien stopped by and changed his bandages, checking up on his regenerating and making comforting Alice to some degree then eventually moved on elsewhere.
Ryan stepped into the living room and sat down comfortably on one of the couches as he flipped through the channels. Quickly taking a glimpse at the sports channels he eventually moved on to the more important part, the News. A lot of what was mentioned wasn't really anything new, although he was still puzzled at a few of them. Strange disappearance that was occurring in the area, now it's radius was growing more and more every day. A body that had been recovered thorn to pieces in Sloan Lake waters, as well as the disappearance and possible death of Nick Foster.
He still had no idea what happened to Nick, and until he would wake up, there was really no way to find out. As for the disappearance, he was certain that both of them were somehow connected. A month ago it was all believed to have been caused by a Uratha by the name of Nathan. It was recently discovered that Nathan was a Predator King, and the news did not bring happiness to Damien's ears. As for the body that was recovered, that didn't worry him much, for he knew quite well how it got thorn into pieces to begin with.
Ryan gazes towards Damien as he makes his way into the living room and engage in a short conversation. Sharing of news and information until Miguel finally returned from his training and lazily sat down on another couch to relax and listen in on what the leader had to share.
Alice was called forth as well as she left Nicks side and came back upstairs to lean on a wall and listen as to what Ryan had to say. He wasn't giving out much information as many of the pack objected, rejected or simply laugh at the little knowledge they had with what they would be dealing with. Ryan of course believed he knew what he was doing.
The conversation turned to the disappearances as Damien wished to investigate more the troubles to the north, which made Miguel on edge and nervous, insisting that the problem to the south to be dealt with was of much more importance. Damien spotted something in his voice and inquired on it, but Miguel refused to speak on it. Ryan did not like the looks of it either, knowing quite well it's not Miguel's habit to keep secrets, or at least not from him as he was still respected by him for his leadership of the pack
Ryan gazes at Miguel seriously as he ordered him to tell him what was on his mind, using a gift he had previously learned known as the "Snarl of Command", but proved inefficient against Miguel who simply refused to speak further of the issue. Ryan sent out a low threat, the information had better not bring up the danger of the pack, otherwise he would pay for not revealing information that might have stopped it.
The room was silent and gazes were exchanged, the air was thick and it got only worst as Mike walked in the door...
End of News
Feb 4, 2006
Blog Entry 3
Upon arriving home, Damien gave a quick glance around. He noticed, through the patio door, Miguel in the back yard training with his weapons. Feeling rather proud of his little hunting incident, he decided to stop by and brag to Miguel, but he replied with little interest, or maybe just making sure not to slice something off, knowing quite well that his weapons were battle ready.
A quick note was spoken about the neighbor to the left who, like most old folks, was increasingly paranoid about the strange individuals the lived next door. Over the past few months the pack had done their very best to keep a low profile, but also couldn't help the occasional tease to freak the old man out. Watching Miguel swing his deadly blades around like a martial artist certainly wasn't too comforting, but he had seen much, much worst.
Damien eventually left Miguel to his training and caught up with Alice, who stopped by to visit Nick in the room dedicated as the infirmary. His condition of course still had not changed as she moves her fingers in his hair. Damien stopped by and changed his bandages, checking up on his regenerating and making comforting Alice to some degree then eventually moved on elsewhere.
Ryan stepped into the living room and sat down comfortably on one of the couches as he flipped through the channels. Quickly taking a glimpse at the sports channels he eventually moved on to the more important part, the News. A lot of what was mentioned wasn't really anything new, although he was still puzzled at a few of them. Strange disappearance that was occurring in the area, now it's radius was growing more and more every day. A body that had been recovered thorn to pieces in Sloan Lake waters, as well as the disappearance and possible death of Nick Foster.
He still had no idea what happened to Nick, and until he would wake up, there was really no way to find out. As for the disappearance, he was certain that both of them were somehow connected. A month ago it was all believed to have been caused by a Uratha by the name of Nathan. It was recently discovered that Nathan was a Predator King, and the news did not bring happiness to Damien's ears. As for the body that was recovered, that didn't worry him much, for he knew quite well how it got thorn into pieces to begin with.
Ryan gazes towards Damien as he makes his way into the living room and engage in a short conversation. Sharing of news and information until Miguel finally returned from his training and lazily sat down on another couch to relax and listen in on what the leader had to share.
Alice was called forth as well as she left Nicks side and came back upstairs to lean on a wall and listen as to what Ryan had to say. He wasn't giving out much information as many of the pack objected, rejected or simply laugh at the little knowledge they had with what they would be dealing with. Ryan of course believed he knew what he was doing.
The conversation turned to the disappearances as Damien wished to investigate more the troubles to the north, which made Miguel on edge and nervous, insisting that the problem to the south to be dealt with was of much more importance. Damien spotted something in his voice and inquired on it, but Miguel refused to speak on it. Ryan did not like the looks of it either, knowing quite well it's not Miguel's habit to keep secrets, or at least not from him as he was still respected by him for his leadership of the pack
Ryan gazes at Miguel seriously as he ordered him to tell him what was on his mind, using a gift he had previously learned known as the "Snarl of Command", but proved inefficient against Miguel who simply refused to speak further of the issue. Ryan sent out a low threat, the information had better not bring up the danger of the pack, otherwise he would pay for not revealing information that might have stopped it.
The room was silent and gazes were exchanged, the air was thick and it got only worst as Mike walked in the door...
End of News
Sunday, February 05, 2006
Fallen Angel (Hunting)
Fallen Angel Pt.3 - Hunting
Feb 4, 2006
Blog Entry 2
Throughout the night, Ryan's cell phone woke him up. Max contacted him in desire to meet up with Mike urgently. When the bright rays of the sun woke them up, Mike still had not returned and many only wondered why he had been called forth so late in the middle of the night, or more importantly, why he actually agreed to go at such a time without actually making a fuss.
The morning was quiet as always, and Ryan went about to do his normal routine. Cleaning his guns, making sure to keep them fully loaded and filling his stomach with left over frozen pizza being amongst the most important.
Alice was up early, and decided to bus over to a nearby stop, her final destination being the pack's house. She knew that Ryan probably awaited her arrival before he made any plans happen... or possibly even initiate her amongst them. In politeness she knocked and awaited an answer, only to find Ryan's sleepy, yet curious gaze, coming from the side window of the house, one that gave a better look at the front door then any other. He answered the door and upon normal greetings being exchanged, he simply warmed that she had no need to knock, the door was always opened to her as she was their guest in their territory for the moment.
She stood about and exchanged gazes with Miguel who had also just risen from his bed, but any words that might have been mentioned was soon interrupted by Damien's shouts. None of the others paid particular attention to that, nor even the loud noises that followed. They had all gotten used to his way of life. Alice of course too curious went downstairs and followed the trail of noise, as she opens her temporary room's door to find Damien having a conversation with himself while attempting to learn the complexity of computers.
The discussion between the two went rather well, it only ended up it the computer's screen being crushed under his large fists as he grew annoyed with it. Alice sighed to herself, having wanted to keep the belongings in the room intact, knowing quite well that it wasn't truly hers, or not yet anyway. It still bothered her that they just gave up Killy's room so easily, what if the kid came back?
Those thoughts were pushed aside as Damien offered Alice to go rabbit hunting for breakfast. They were both interrupted by Miguel who spoke out at the current frozen leftover pizza in the fridge. Alice didn't seem to mind the idea of that as breakfast, but soon ignored the issue when Damien gave out his clear opinion on pizza compared to the taste of a bloody piece of meat in his teeth. Miguel threw a joke about "joining the dark side" as he swallowed down his own slice and grinned as he made his way back upstairs.
The hunt went well, as Damien's survival skills were never an issue to worry about. He knew where to find the trail of prey he was specifically looking for, human or animal alike. Amazing really for a Blood Talon, who had more skills in such then the Hunter in Darkness... Miguel often turned down the offer to join him in the hunt. He knew quite well that his skill did not match that of the Blood Talon, and therefor to avoid humiliation he simply did his own hunting without any others knowing.
Both Alice and Damien, but in their Urhan form, were cut short in their feast as a shot was heard from afar. A large mosquito bit Damien as he knew quite well what was going on. Alice just looked at him surprised and stunned as she looked around the area, until eventually her own paw was hit by a graze of a bullet.
It gave Damien the perfect opportunity to spot his assailant. Had the hunter been keeping an eye out on his first target, he would have sworn the large wolf had a grin as it sneaked it's way towards his prey. Alice on the other had was only ducking in bushes and behind tress, she was almost tempted to shift back in her Hishu form, but she knew quite well that it wouldn't help matters. Perhaps the human would stop shooting her, perhaps not... She didn't even know where he was hiding to begin with, all she had was a general direction and made her way little by little, trying to follow Damien's trail which was way ahead of her.
Wolves don't climb tress, they say... wolves don't attack human beings, they say... Words that this human being will never believe again. Atop the 3rd branch, 20 feet or so above the ground, the hunter remained as he took his time to spot and take down his target. His final shot missed and was sent somewhere off into the sky as Damien stood inches from him, jaws deep within his arm. The man panicked of course, it wasn't physically possible. He attempted to bash his rifle against the wolf, but it only made him angry.
Damien simply jumped down, forcing the human to follow as his arm was attached to his teeth. The wolf landed on his feet, while the human managed to fall and roll away on the ground. For a moment the hunter went for his gun but realized that he had already shot his bullet and would need at least a moment to reload it. He turned around and began to ran.
His face went red, maybe it was the blood that spilled from his face, or maybe it was humiliation at how he had been trapped and cornered by the very same targets he had previously called prey. The hunter stumbled back, hand to his throat as Alice landed on the ground nearby and showed her red teeth at the human, snarling with a terrible anger.
Damien didn't hesitate to pounce and tackle the human down, which he was now whimpering, crying, sobbing and praying, eyes closed as the scent of urine ran clear in the lupus' nostrils.The human was lucky, but he would probably never hunt again. As much as Alice demanded justice and that this human be made an example of, Damien knew quite well that justice would not fully be served that way. It was best that the human learned his place... and after all, if he ever returned, with the taste of his prey running down his throat, he knew finding him again would be an easy, and most likely fun task.
After the weapon was buried, they both made their way back home with nothing but a small story of cat and mouse to brag about.
End of Hunting
Feb 4, 2006
Blog Entry 2
Throughout the night, Ryan's cell phone woke him up. Max contacted him in desire to meet up with Mike urgently. When the bright rays of the sun woke them up, Mike still had not returned and many only wondered why he had been called forth so late in the middle of the night, or more importantly, why he actually agreed to go at such a time without actually making a fuss.
The morning was quiet as always, and Ryan went about to do his normal routine. Cleaning his guns, making sure to keep them fully loaded and filling his stomach with left over frozen pizza being amongst the most important.
Alice was up early, and decided to bus over to a nearby stop, her final destination being the pack's house. She knew that Ryan probably awaited her arrival before he made any plans happen... or possibly even initiate her amongst them. In politeness she knocked and awaited an answer, only to find Ryan's sleepy, yet curious gaze, coming from the side window of the house, one that gave a better look at the front door then any other. He answered the door and upon normal greetings being exchanged, he simply warmed that she had no need to knock, the door was always opened to her as she was their guest in their territory for the moment.
She stood about and exchanged gazes with Miguel who had also just risen from his bed, but any words that might have been mentioned was soon interrupted by Damien's shouts. None of the others paid particular attention to that, nor even the loud noises that followed. They had all gotten used to his way of life. Alice of course too curious went downstairs and followed the trail of noise, as she opens her temporary room's door to find Damien having a conversation with himself while attempting to learn the complexity of computers.
The discussion between the two went rather well, it only ended up it the computer's screen being crushed under his large fists as he grew annoyed with it. Alice sighed to herself, having wanted to keep the belongings in the room intact, knowing quite well that it wasn't truly hers, or not yet anyway. It still bothered her that they just gave up Killy's room so easily, what if the kid came back?
Those thoughts were pushed aside as Damien offered Alice to go rabbit hunting for breakfast. They were both interrupted by Miguel who spoke out at the current frozen leftover pizza in the fridge. Alice didn't seem to mind the idea of that as breakfast, but soon ignored the issue when Damien gave out his clear opinion on pizza compared to the taste of a bloody piece of meat in his teeth. Miguel threw a joke about "joining the dark side" as he swallowed down his own slice and grinned as he made his way back upstairs.
The hunt went well, as Damien's survival skills were never an issue to worry about. He knew where to find the trail of prey he was specifically looking for, human or animal alike. Amazing really for a Blood Talon, who had more skills in such then the Hunter in Darkness... Miguel often turned down the offer to join him in the hunt. He knew quite well that his skill did not match that of the Blood Talon, and therefor to avoid humiliation he simply did his own hunting without any others knowing.
Both Alice and Damien, but in their Urhan form, were cut short in their feast as a shot was heard from afar. A large mosquito bit Damien as he knew quite well what was going on. Alice just looked at him surprised and stunned as she looked around the area, until eventually her own paw was hit by a graze of a bullet.
It gave Damien the perfect opportunity to spot his assailant. Had the hunter been keeping an eye out on his first target, he would have sworn the large wolf had a grin as it sneaked it's way towards his prey. Alice on the other had was only ducking in bushes and behind tress, she was almost tempted to shift back in her Hishu form, but she knew quite well that it wouldn't help matters. Perhaps the human would stop shooting her, perhaps not... She didn't even know where he was hiding to begin with, all she had was a general direction and made her way little by little, trying to follow Damien's trail which was way ahead of her.
Wolves don't climb tress, they say... wolves don't attack human beings, they say... Words that this human being will never believe again. Atop the 3rd branch, 20 feet or so above the ground, the hunter remained as he took his time to spot and take down his target. His final shot missed and was sent somewhere off into the sky as Damien stood inches from him, jaws deep within his arm. The man panicked of course, it wasn't physically possible. He attempted to bash his rifle against the wolf, but it only made him angry.
Damien simply jumped down, forcing the human to follow as his arm was attached to his teeth. The wolf landed on his feet, while the human managed to fall and roll away on the ground. For a moment the hunter went for his gun but realized that he had already shot his bullet and would need at least a moment to reload it. He turned around and began to ran.
His face went red, maybe it was the blood that spilled from his face, or maybe it was humiliation at how he had been trapped and cornered by the very same targets he had previously called prey. The hunter stumbled back, hand to his throat as Alice landed on the ground nearby and showed her red teeth at the human, snarling with a terrible anger.
Damien didn't hesitate to pounce and tackle the human down, which he was now whimpering, crying, sobbing and praying, eyes closed as the scent of urine ran clear in the lupus' nostrils.The human was lucky, but he would probably never hunt again. As much as Alice demanded justice and that this human be made an example of, Damien knew quite well that justice would not fully be served that way. It was best that the human learned his place... and after all, if he ever returned, with the taste of his prey running down his throat, he knew finding him again would be an easy, and most likely fun task.
After the weapon was buried, they both made their way back home with nothing but a small story of cat and mouse to brag about.
End of Hunting
Fallen Angel (Intro)
Fallen Angel Pt.3 - Intro
Feb 4, 2006
Blog Entry 1
(notes or questions on this game session should be posted on the Forum. Please inquire there as there's a LOT of information for me to write down. Thank you.)
Late January 06
The night of their return, none of them were particularly sleeping. Damien was all fired up and ready for some action any moment now. Miguel had a terrible secret that he knew all too well would need to be brought up eventually. Ryan has just came back from New Hopes pack after visiting Arden, the pack Ithaeur in seeks of answers of the spirits and now he had notions of the first tongue to remember, as he would know that they may soon be put to the test. Mike has been troubled since his return, the world was pissing him off, so was his pack and he answered accordingly, but the death of his mentor send off bad vibes and troubles even his sleep. Alice on the other hand was probably the most relaxed of them, though not officially in the pack. She was constantly bothered by the past, her lack of trust in others, the pain it all involved. Part of her wanted to leave, but the Uratha in her demanded she stayed.. or maybe it simply was the voices in her head. Both her mentor, Lucy, and Nick had been trying to push her towards a pack. Now neither was in any state to possibly offer her advice. Lucy had been slain long ago by Vampires, and now Nick was in the packs house, in a hospital bed, constantly being monitored and examined...
Damien made a good job at keeping the Uratha alive, although his werewolf regeneration certainly helped perform any major operation without the major risks that a human might have. Now it was just a matter of time, if his body would heal, and when it did... would he finally wake up?
It was still unsure as to what had happened to him, Nick Foster was a Ghost Wolf on the territory and had been given temporary permission to remain until the Luna's Avatars had decided exactly what they wanted or expected of him. Damien kept a close eye out on him, more then the rest, and during one of his many visits for information on the neighborhood activities, he found Nick in a very messed up state. It was amazing he still breathed. Nicks left arm was completely missing, neither chunks, nor pieces remained in sight.
That night... not many slept, as much as they tried, they all knew of the troubles that plagued them too well.
End of Intro
Feb 4, 2006
Blog Entry 1
(notes or questions on this game session should be posted on the Forum. Please inquire there as there's a LOT of information for me to write down. Thank you.)
Late January 06
The night of their return, none of them were particularly sleeping. Damien was all fired up and ready for some action any moment now. Miguel had a terrible secret that he knew all too well would need to be brought up eventually. Ryan has just came back from New Hopes pack after visiting Arden, the pack Ithaeur in seeks of answers of the spirits and now he had notions of the first tongue to remember, as he would know that they may soon be put to the test. Mike has been troubled since his return, the world was pissing him off, so was his pack and he answered accordingly, but the death of his mentor send off bad vibes and troubles even his sleep. Alice on the other hand was probably the most relaxed of them, though not officially in the pack. She was constantly bothered by the past, her lack of trust in others, the pain it all involved. Part of her wanted to leave, but the Uratha in her demanded she stayed.. or maybe it simply was the voices in her head. Both her mentor, Lucy, and Nick had been trying to push her towards a pack. Now neither was in any state to possibly offer her advice. Lucy had been slain long ago by Vampires, and now Nick was in the packs house, in a hospital bed, constantly being monitored and examined...
Damien made a good job at keeping the Uratha alive, although his werewolf regeneration certainly helped perform any major operation without the major risks that a human might have. Now it was just a matter of time, if his body would heal, and when it did... would he finally wake up?
It was still unsure as to what had happened to him, Nick Foster was a Ghost Wolf on the territory and had been given temporary permission to remain until the Luna's Avatars had decided exactly what they wanted or expected of him. Damien kept a close eye out on him, more then the rest, and during one of his many visits for information on the neighborhood activities, he found Nick in a very messed up state. It was amazing he still breathed. Nicks left arm was completely missing, neither chunks, nor pieces remained in sight.
That night... not many slept, as much as they tried, they all knew of the troubles that plagued them too well.
End of Intro
Friday, February 03, 2006
Current lack of updates
Yeah, i know.. i havn't updated in a while. But worry not, I am indeed going to keep you all updated on the game events. Next one is this saturday and i'll make sure to make a post within the following day of what happened (that way i won't forget either).
I've been writing some notes in my book about all that's happened as of yet and as soon as that's complete, I'll start making the resume of it.
In the meanwhile, some stories and character information, as well as just a General chat with myself or the players involved in this game, are all available via the Forum. Feel free to join us and make comments or just say hello!
I've been writing some notes in my book about all that's happened as of yet and as soon as that's complete, I'll start making the resume of it.
In the meanwhile, some stories and character information, as well as just a General chat with myself or the players involved in this game, are all available via the Forum. Feel free to join us and make comments or just say hello!
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