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Post by Fatima Sol on May 23, 2010 11:22:44 GMT -6
Fatima Sol didn't go to New York City all that often, she loved the place, but it just wasn't all that close to any of her containment circles. The Western half of the United States had more more room to get lost in, and more buffer room between the beast and people in case of spell failure. Always better to be safe then sorry.
The bar was packed with people, most of them younger than thirty. Drinks were flowing, and the latest dance music was blaring. The rule of cliche demanded that Tima dislike the music for its lack of sophistication, but really, she rather enjoyed the throbbing beat. It carried an energy of its own that wasn't found in some of the classical styles. You could loose yourself in its intensity.
The immortal was planning on doing that once she finished her drink. Sure the dance floor was calling to her, but she didn't want to risk spilling perfectly good alcohol. The floor was already sticky with other people's casualties.
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Post by Jordan Terrance on May 23, 2010 13:24:58 GMT -6
Jordan sat at the bar in the crowded club. She had hoped to lose her "babysitter" in the club, and had even done an intricate dance of sorts to duck around, in and out of groups, trying to get rid of her.
After she had helped out the BPRD with their little...creature problem. The, uh...Hosts? She hadn't really paid any attention to what they said. So she had ended up with different "babysitters" to make sure she was "rehabilitated". It was ridiculous. So she had spent half the night running around to get rid of the waterspout chick.
She asked the bartender for a Blood Mary, wishing the "bloody" part was actual blood, but drinking it anyway. Out of the corner of her eye, she watched another chick drink her drink, contemplating starting a conversation. She wasn't looking to really talk...just...distract herself for a little. Or maybe she should hit the dance floor.
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Post by Hannah Wolfblood on May 23, 2010 14:04:49 GMT -6
Hannah had been watching Jordan closely all night, even when the vamp had thought she had lost her. Really, Hannah had just wanted to dance a bit. She'd put on her best clubbing clothes (tight black tanktop, spiked collar, one fishnet glove up to her elbow on the left arm, an array of spiked braces on the right, a frayed black skirt, red and black striped tights, and combat boots) for this "mission", and she wasn't going to let watching some blood-craving witch with a b ruin her fun.
After a moment, though, she decided it would be best to rejoin Jordan, so she weaved her way through the crowd like an expert and flopped down on the bar seat next to her.
"Just a soda," she told the bartender, having never touched alcohol and not really planning too. She didn't want to screw up her bodily fluids; she had no idea what that would do to her powers. After a moment, she looked over at Jordan. "So... havin' fun?"
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Post by Fatima Sol on May 23, 2010 22:02:05 GMT -6
Vampire. There was a vampire. Fatima could smell it, even over the smoke and the sweat. It wasn't a smell that she could mistake for any other. Hatred for the blood sucking bastards was the only thing she and the beast agreed on. It took the span of a few heart beats to narrow the suspect pool down to the girl sitting next to her. Merda, the kid didn't look old enough to buy her drink. It was a terrible thing when children got pulled into the supernatural.
Tension could now be seen in the lines of Tima's body. She was a natural predator and there was nothing that could hide that fact. This wasn't the place for violence, too many possible casualties. Ending up in jail would make things even worse if release didn't happen before the full moon. No, she would have to be patient. Wait for a private moment to strike, and make sure no one became dinner in the meantime.
Almost as soon as dinner crossed her mind, a young woman struck up a conversation with the vampire. This one smelled normal, but carried the other woman scent. What was it with kids today and vampires? Pop culture had them all confused over the facts of the issue, what with the sparkling vampires and cuddly werewolves. Anne Rice and what-her-name Myers needed a reality check.
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Post by Jordan Terrance on May 24, 2010 16:42:00 GMT -6
The sort of living vampire shot a glare at Hannah. She turned and leaned a little on the stool. "Oh, just spectacular fun," she replied, drawing out the word "spectacular" from a four syllable word to about a twenty syllable word. "You?" she inquired, arching an eyebrow. "Because if you're not, I'm sure I could make it a little more..." She leaned in, brushing hair from Hananh's neck, "Fun..." She licked her lips, pulling back. She was just seeing how Hannah would react. She reached over and took a nonchalant sip of her drink, crossing her legs. She noticed the woman behind Hannah seemed to be a little...tenser than she had been.
"Something on your mind?" she asked the woman, licking some of the tomato juice off of her lip.
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Post by Hannah Wolfblood on May 24, 2010 18:55:10 GMT -6
Hannah rolled her eyes, whipping out the vial of holy water she had brought, uncorking it, then making it swirl in a serpentine manner around her hand. "Look, vamp," she said, grinning nastily, "you try anything, and I can and will slice your head off with this stuff. We had it blessed twice, just for you. Now, behave or I'm gonna have to take you home." Normally, even with a prisoner, Hannah wouldn't have been that nasty. But vampires had been one of her least favorite creatures ever since... well, it was best not to talk of it.
She glanced over to the woman Jordan was talking to, out of curiosity, and couldn't help that notice that, while this woman was normal... she wasn't normal. There was a feel to her you didn't get from an everyday person.
Hannah wanted to know why.
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Post by Fatima Sol on May 24, 2010 20:18:59 GMT -6
When the vamp made a move on her companion, Fatima's non-drink hand dropped casually to the top of the boot whose heel was hooked over the run of the barstool. The knife hidden there wasn't large, it would take some doing to cut off the girl's head with it. Lots of blood, maybe some screaming. Scratch that, with this crowd there would totally be some screaming.
All thoughts of glorious decapitation were cut short, no pun intended, when the meal started doing something with what was apparently holy water. So dinner wasn't a fangirl, good for her. Apparently she was acting as some sort of babysitter for the vamp. Not a Tima would ever take, she had a very strict killing policy towards the undead. Usually they tried to reciprocate that policy, but that hadn't worked out to well for them so far.
The pair had some degree of situational awareness, because eventually they both took notice of the rather tense killing machine woman sitting a few feet away. Super, glad to know that she hadn't lost her touch, it would be such a shame if Tima ever learned to be subtle.
"Something on your mind?"
"I don't like vampires." Yep, still had it.
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Post by Jordan Terrance on May 24, 2010 20:29:51 GMT -6
Jordan flipped Hannah off, drinking more of her drink. She might have done more if it weren't for the fact that she knew the girl was quite serious. And one of the things she definitely couldn't live through was a beheading. "Fine, I'll be good," she retorted. "Not that I'd feed off of you anyway." She didn't feed off the living if she could help it, after all.
She cocked an eyebrow at the other woman. "Well, ain't that just a grand coinkidink," she said. "Neither do I." She drank the last of her drink and motioned for the bartender to bring her another. She planned on getting pissed tonight so that she didn't have to deal with actually interacting with Hannah. Or anyone form the Bureau.
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Post by Hannah Wolfblood on May 24, 2010 20:54:04 GMT -6
"I don't like vampires."
Well, that meant that either the woman had a better sense of smell then your average run-of-the-mill humans, or she knew how to tell that Jordan was a member of the semi-undead. Either way, she was special somehow, and those types didn't normally hang around clubs unless they were looking for something or someone.
"Who are you?" Hannah asked her after a moment, cocking a brow as she continued to play with the holy water, allowing in to float in front of her fingers in odd and complex shapes. "And, if you don't mind me asking... what are you? Because you can't be human. Superhuman, maybe..." Here, the water met in a ball and did a twirl in the air, resting on Hannah's fingertip. "...but not a normal human."
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Post by Fatima Sol on May 25, 2010 10:09:54 GMT -6
A vampire that didn't like other vampires, that could mean many things. Fatima wasn't exactly a student of their social habits, just how they died. Perhaps the girl didn't like competition over food, or maybe didn't like being a blood sucking monster. Endless possibilities. The urge to kill was being temporarily displaced by curiosity. There might be an advantage to knowing one's prey after all.
"Really, and why is that?" Fatima asked.
The vampire's babysitter seemed quite interested in finding out why a random bar patron could pick out a vampire in a crowd. Guess it wasn't a normal talent. Too bad Tima wasn't the type to tell all about her bestial nature. Though normally anyone who caught onto it either didn't live long enough to ask or was answered by way of decapitation. Since decapitation seemed to be overkill at the moment, it looked like the shifter would have to give some form of an answer.
"Lets put me down as an other for the moment. What about you," She said with a slight gesture to the gravity defying ball of water. "I don't know too many people skilled with hydromancy."
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Post by Jordan Terrance on May 25, 2010 10:42:28 GMT -6
Jordan let out a sort of growl at the fact that Hannah was playing with the holy water. "Do you have to do that in front of me?" she asked, annoyed. "Or can you at least wait until I've had enough drinks that I can't remember my own name?"
She looked over at the chick. "What can I say? I kind of lost my...wonderment towards them when I realized that my parents were killed by one of them. I was young and stupid. He tried to turn me, but I managed to get away before I was fully turned. So I devoted my life to destroying them for a while. But now I'm slowly 'rehabilitating'..." She glared at Hannah out of the corner of her eye.
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Post by Hannah Wolfblood on May 26, 2010 9:42:42 GMT -6
Hannah was somewhat disappointed that the woman wouldn't give her a proper answer, but she couldn't do anything about it. As long as she wasn't breaking the law or slaughtering any undeserving creatures there was nothing Hannah could do to force her tongue.
"What about you? I don't know too many people skilled with hydromancy."
"Hydrokinesis, actually," she corrected, chuckling. "Hannah Wolfblood, hydrokinetic, mythology expert, and agent of the Bureau for Paranormal Research and Defense." With a little eyeroll to Jordan, she manipulated the water back into the bottle and corked it. "I'm a Superhuman."
". . .But now I'm slowly 'rehabilitating'..."
The woman had to fight back the urge to stick her tongue out. "I'm not all for following the BPRD's ethics when it comes to staking 'innocent' vampires, Jordan, but as long as I'm under orders I'm not allowed to agree with you."
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Post by Fatima Sol on May 26, 2010 21:00:51 GMT -6
Vampires killed her parents. Suddenly the initial hatred Fatima had felt towards the vampire left. Her story was a familiar one, attack survivors throughout the centuries had told it. They'd killed Tima's family too, and like the girl with whom she shared a bar she'd ended up turning into a monster as a result. Sometimes life sucked like that.
"Ah, and how does one rehabilitate?" There was a note of curiosity in the woman's voice, and her body language had relaxed somewhat. She was no longer on the verge of attack, but still prepared to defend if necessary. As far as social interactions went, Tima was almost relaxed.
"Hydrokinesis? They come up with new terms every time I turn around." She logged the new phrase away in her head. It fit with the rationalism brought on by the Enlightenment. Hydomancy was related to the magical arts, hydrokinesis sounded far more scientific. Less likely to get one burned at the stake. Fatima wondered if they had a fancy term for loup-garous. "Fatima Sol, wandering creature killer."
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Post by Jordan Terrance on May 26, 2010 21:28:34 GMT -6
"Apparently it involves not killing vampires or something." She shrugged, flashing a grin at Hannah. "Or at least not targeting 'innocent' ones."
She snorted and looked at Fatima. "Though I honestly can't think of a good description of an 'innocent' one."
She glanced at Hannah. "Except that friend of yours, of course. Can't forget her." Not that she really had anything against Serena at this point. They were sort of...well, not exactly on speaking terms per-se, but she didn't exactly go out of her way to hang out with the vampire. Mostly, though, she was trying to see how far she could push Hannah's buttons before the girl snapped.
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Post by Hannah Wolfblood on May 27, 2010 19:19:01 GMT -6
"Pleasure to meet you," Hannah said to Fatima. The woman still gave her this odd feeling she couldn't quite place, but she figured it was best not to act on that feeling. She wasn't particularly in the mood to fight, and though she had her silver bracelets with her (one of the most effective metals against many a mythical creature, oddly enough), she didn't think Fatima would be the silver-fearing type.
She glanced over at Jordan, really only mildly annoyed. "I wouldn't call Serena a friend," she said, shrugging and grinning. "More like my bro's girlfriend. I respect him enough not to try and torture or kill her, even if I don't approve of him being with a vampire."
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