((hey, hey, hey!! come on Drain! Why didn't you tell me you were going to include one of MY characters (I mean of my creation) into a storyline of yours! Odnan and his storyline is mine! You should've at least asked! I'm not mad or anything, but come on!

Graventhorp looked from Gabriel to Batgirl, and then back to the Assamite. He scratched his eyebrow and sighed.
He gestured with his hand at the cappa and the PV to follow him. They walked across the street and Thorp whispered:
"Ok, first of all why the FUCK did you say all that in front to the ass-man there?"
Gabriel understood.
"ahh, the assamite. Well, we're supposed to trust them."
"Again with the "we"! It's my sword! I don't like Assamites knowing all about Lupus, its bad enough being named Deputy Sheriff and having to be around ass-people so much, but this!"
Gabriel smiled. "I apologize my wolf-like friend. Perhaps you would like it if you did your thing away from here?"
"That's another thing, Why in Odnan's testicles do I have to turn into food?"
"Food?"
"Aye, ye know, kine, mortals...whuteva"
"well, so I can see it." Batgirl volunteered.
Thorp repositioned his shades back up hsi nose.
"Bats, ya know I like ya, but why the fuck should I suffer through that just fo--ack! ok, ok, let's get it over with!"
"Ok, where do you want to go to?" Gabriel questioned, preparing to walk to the limo.
"What's the foockin' difference? You spilled the whole soup in fron of the ass-man over there, what difference will it make if he sees me go kine or not?"
Both kindred smiled at the once Gangrel, and involuntarily took a step back when Lupus Mortis was unsheathed. Thorp noticed the Assamite guard across the street almost jump at seeing the weapon, but relaxing when he guessed the mutt's real intentions.
Thorp concentrated and took a deep breath. He grabed the blade's hilt with both hands
and concentrated, Gabe noticed he didn't put the blade to hsi forehead this.
Enclose the beast. Trap the beast. Be human.
FLASH

((Nice post :smile:))

"hmmmmmm impressive" she said, reading his aura and poking Thorp's arm. His skin was soft, almost hairless and warm!
"Bitch that hurt!" spat Thorp, rubbing his arm, "Now are you happy? I'm fucking vampire fodder!"
"This truly is a gift we have here" she said to Gabriel ignoring the Gangrel's complaints.
"AGAIN WITH THE 'WE' CRAP!!! It's MINE... which part of 'Lupus Mortis is mine' don't you bloodsuckers understand???" growled Thorp. Batgirl suppressed a giggle, his voice sounded far from menacing, it was almost boyish.
Gabriel sighed and touched the crucifix at his chest. "Alright alright... calm down for the love of God"
"Very well Thorp, where is Lupus Mortis? I don't see it." Batgirl circled him but the sword and sheathe were gone.
"It vanishes when I change, it comes back when I turn to kindred again" he narrowed his eyes untrustingly at the Cappadocian and glanced back to the Assamite. "Can we get outta here? That Ass-man goon is starting to piss me off."
This time Batgirl sighed. Gabriel nodded and opened the door to the limo. She remembered what happened the last time she got into a car with these two.
"After you Bats" smiled Gabriel. She shrugged and climbed into the back of the limo, Thorp followed.
"I don't mean to put a dampener on things but where are we going? We can't take that thing into the Elysium and we certainly can't take him anywhere in that state." Batgirl nodded towards Thorp.
"hey I only did what you asked me to do!" Thorp suddenly crashed against the window of the limo as Gabriel's driver took a sharp corner too quickly "Hey fuckhead!! Are you driving by braille? Moron!"
The driver looked in the rear-vision mirror and rolled his eyes but remained silent.
"You're right Bats, we can't go to the Elysium and we must be cautious at all times. The risk of Thorp drawing attention to us is great. It's inevitable that the Garou will follow us again." Gabriel opened a small compartment next to his seat and removed a hand gun. "Silver bullets" he explained as he pushed the clip into the weapon.
"What of the Tremere? Is there any use in seeking their advice now?" suggested Batty.
"What the fuck for??? I know what I'm doing! It's bad enough that the frickin' Ass-man knows about the sword, do we have to tell everyone??" interrupted Thorp.
"Very well, all I ask is please do not get me killed!" sighed Batgirl.

Meanwhile, a few hundred miles away, a dark figure began his search for his sire... and his sword...

((I hope this is ok... I don't know anything about Odnan, etc... if someone wants to run with it the opening is there. I'm happy to write about it but I will need someone to email some info to me ::grin::

Viva la Thorp in Cascadia!

~batty~

((heh, nice post, ya got Thorp very well..lol
Ok, I need to know exactly what do you want to do with Odnan's and Lupus Mortis' storylines? If you want to write a thread or run a chron, its cool. As long as it doesn't clash with what I have written already about Odnan, its cool. E-mail me if ya wantg. I won't post IC, you go ahead Gabe.

((::grins @ thorp:: it's easy speaking for your char, I just gotta remember that he's a beer-chugging, aggressive, cussing dog-boy :lol:
Note to Thorp: next time you start a kick arse thread, get ppl who don't have busy social lives (ie: not Gabriel!)... :P

~batty~

The limo continued to speed through the streets of Cascadia. Gabriel leaned forward and tapped the glass window between the driver and the passengers, motioning for the driver to turn left towards the Tower Hotel complex.

"Why are we going there?" quizzed Batgirl, still a little paranoid about getting killed in the company of Thorp and Gabriel.

"Well you said it yourself Bats, no matter where we go, Thorp is going to draw attention to us. The hotel is neutral territory to us all and it's central." explained Gabriel, his weapon now stowed safely in the holster inside his suit coat.

"Tower Hotel 'eh... with a bed for three?" Thorp leared at Bats, "This could be fun..."

"Don't you dare even think it Thorp... you're mortal remember? I could embrace you to the Clan of Death faster than you could say hopscotch!" she hissed menacingly. Whether it was possible or not, the idea of embracing dogboy to her clan amused her. She could legally destroy him then, in the tradition of Progeny and Lupus Mortis could be hers.

"Fuck chill out sista!"

The limo driver pulled up in front of the hotel, a valet opened the door to the coterie before they realised they had arrived. Gabriel exited the vehicle and lead the others into the hotel foyer.

"I have a suite reserved here at all times" he explained then walked towards the front desk. The concierge stood to greet Gabriel by name and handed him a plastic card-like key. Thorp rolled his eyes at the PV then turned to stare longingly at the hotel bar.

"I'll meet you up there, I'm just gonna get myself a brew" said Thorp, wiping his mouth as he imagined throwing back a cold ale.

"You will do nothing of the sort!" Batgirl snapped.

"She's right Thorp, we must stay together. Besides there's a bar in the room" Gabriel lead Thorp to the elevators and up to the suite.

...........

The candy-apple red low-rider stopped on a lonely stretch of road for a hitchhiker.

"Where ya goin'?" asked the young man behind the wheel.
"Cascadia" It seemed an obvious destination for his sire due to the international airport and busy port.
"Kewl, get in..." The driver would be dead before the hour was out.

((I couldn't resist writing some more... hope it's cool - I guess you can see where this might be going lol...

~batty~

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[ This Message was edited by: Batgirl on 2001-10-06 08:08 ]

((Nice post :smile: ))

((sorry bout the wait crew....it was my g/f's birthday and i had my damn hands full trying to coordinate shit...jeez. but i'm back and the reply is forthcoming....

((np Gabriel :smile:

~batty~

The Kine stood in between the Kindred looking thirsty and nervous. His features were soft and flush with life. The ratty coat he wore ruffled quietly as he shifted his stance glancing between the other two in the elevator.
On his right a woman stood, her skin pale and nearly lumminent. Her ruby red lips parted slightly to reveal a pair of pearl like fangs. As quickly as they were revealed they disappeared into her gums, sinking away. The hood she wore obscured her face, which was kind and loving. Few could guess the reality of her nature.
Across the elevator, on the Kine's left, stood a man in a black italian suit. His red tie, a trademark in the business community of Cascadia, was held in place by his tie clip.
PING!
The elevator doors slid open. The three stepped out into the hallway. The businessman took the lead and began down the hallway.
The Kine snarled in slight distaste. He was staring down at the carpetting. Red, lined with gold fringes, it reached up to the golden walls of the hallway. Sconces lit it, if not somewhat dimly.
The woman, seeing the Kine's reaction, grinned slightly. She took comfort in his akwardness. The tension between the group only added to their unity however.
Finally the businessman stopped. The other two filed behind him. Inserting the card key, the door clicked open revealing a rather large suite.
"An odd choice Gabriel, I would've suspected you'd keep one of the larger suites for yourself....." the woman said softly as the door clicked shut behind her.
Gabriel tossed the key card onto the bed and turned around removing his jacket.
"So would many of my enemies."
The Kine walked to the curtains and glance out nervously. The city was unusually dark tonight.....




The trucker drove in silence, his passenger motionless in the seat beside him. The road was pitch black aside from the halo's of light from the semi's powerful headlights. The trucker pretended to fiddle with the radio, but all the while stared at his passenger from the corner of his eye.
The cab of the vehicle was nearly pitch black and the man was obscured in shadows. The dials on the trucker's dash cast an eerie green glow over the features of the passenger's face.
"So buddy....got business in Cascadia?" the trucker offered.
"I do." came the nearly inaudible reply.
"Mind if I ask what it is?" the trucker questioned, cracking a nervous half smile.
"Of course not, you'll be dead long before I tend to it." the figure hissed, his face moved into the light. His face was distorted and wolf-like.
The trucker gasped and pulled his pistol from under his seat. Two shots rang out, lighting the cabin. The truck skid to a hault on the side of the road. A light rain began to fall.
"You crazy fuck...you made me kill you...get the fuck out of my truck." the trucker mumbled to himself as he struggled to get the seatbelt of the passenger's lifeless corpse. "Christ, your already cold..."
The limp arms of the passenger sprang to life and grasped the trucker by the neck. The trucker felt himself being pressed up against the windshield, his eyes grew wide with terror. That wolf-like face....a smile??

((your character Thorp, i'll leave the honors of killing the poor bastard to you.

((Nice post man :smile:

Damn i like this thread! :smile: ))

((hey!! how did my young rev-head in the candy-apple red low-rider turn into a semi-driving trucker??? pmsl!!

~batty~

(( its easy he was picked up by more than one person on his way to the city hahaha

((either that or Gabriel is a DOOFUS! lol :lol:

Come on Thorpedo..... where are you?

~batty~

((yeah Thorp! what the hell's takin you so long? hehe, imagine that...ME being impatient for it...:smile: