Das Regan

[number123]

The rain was harsh, as it was nearly every day that he tried to make himself more than just a soldier.
He was 27, and it was probably the 6 year anniversary of his joining of the secret service. Or that was what they called it. He was seated on the stone steps leading up the main doors of the Lacrima Hellandum Grounds Castle, smoking a cigarette under the roof that extended from the building. He was wearing a suit and tie, and his crew-cut brown hair was freshly shaven, and he was sporting a bit of 5-o'clock shadow. The usually look for a man like him. Laid back, clean but average. It was the way he liked it, and from his experience it was how the women liked it.

He didn't know particularly why he felt like being so social today. Usually he was a soldier, an expense, nothing more, but today he wanted to be someone. He wasn't making a turn to the worst, no, but he felt like enjoying himself for once. He took out his Ancort Diamond Crypto Smart Phone, browsing over a few options of people to call and try to arrange a date of some sort, but decided against it. Most of the people on his phone weren't exactly the "social" type, and would find it quite odd that he was being so general today. The last thing he needed was another drug suspicion.

"Never get high on your own supply." that was the motto, and he had done it before and paid for it, nearly a 50% salary cut, but had made his reparations and was back at the top. But it wasn't soon enough.

Once he had finished his cigarette, which had gladly taken him a few moments, he flicked the butt into a nearby can with pin-point accuracy, scoring down the small chute, before standing and dusting off his pants. He had parked his car at the best entrance, allowing him to simply walk down a covered ram and only get his cuffs wet as he reached for the door of his Aston Martin Vanquish.

He did so, descending on the handicapped ramp, into the handicapped parking spot, opening his car door and sliding in. No one that was handicapped came here anymore, so no one would really mind him using the spot. He fumbled in his pocket for the keys. Unlike the door, the ignition wasn't finger-print activated, so he had to use keys to start the ignition. He had gotten the car prematurely and legally, so he had assumed there would be some sort of bug like this, and had long since gotten used to it.

He took out a rather large ring of keys, shifting through them looking for a specifically marked one. Each one had either a red, blue, or black marker strike on the end tip. The number of strikes varied, and was an identification code that only he knew. He found the car key and shoved it into the ignition, turning on the beautiful car with a roar. He revved the engine, attempting to get the car warmed up, turning on the windshield wipers.

"Ah, and what a beautiful day it is to go people watching." He said to himself, in a deep german accent that spoke very good english. He put the car into gear and pulled forward along the stone path, deciding to go around the entire grounds to see if he could spot anyone else, to try and start a relationship. He was lonely, and a man of his caliber deserved someone in his life to make it bright.

[lycanishblood]

Arwen could of used her powers to defend off the attack in the alley way but it was the middle of the day and she didn't want to risk anyone finding her out. Epscially not mortals. The two dozen Lycans attacking her didn't seem so worried about that though. The fact that they attacked her in the day said as much. Since she had left the Vampires she was now hunted by almost every immortal on the planet. No place was safe for her. NOt with the draconlurs, Lycans, Vampires or even the outcasts like the dhampirs or the hybrids. Hybrids were rare though. But Arwen had more then enough skill to take on the large scouting party that had found her. She was the oldest immortal alive, except for the ancient draconlurs. But then they had been around for hundreds of thousands of years. But Arwen was use to being hunted.

Three charged at her and Arwen dodged the three bladed weapons by ducking, twisting on her palm and kicking two in the chest. One was knocked unconsious and the other hit against the wall and struggled to his feet. She flipped up in the air and as she came down she hit one of the back of the neak, breaking his spine, and he died instantly. She used this to land and hit the other in the face, killing him in the same way. Three down, nine to go. Great. One shot at her which she dodged the bullet and hit him in the back of his knees. He colapsed and she killed him with a kick as she spun and took the feet from another. She caught the sword which had flipped in the air and stabbed the female Lycans through the head with it.

Decapitating two more swiftly and killing the unconcious one as he started to rise, she found herself with four extremely causious oppodents. She stood there, giving them the chance to leave, but there was a bounty on her head and they wanted to claim it. They can at her at once, all four with guns. They shot and Arwen ducked. Their bullets hit each other, taking all four of them out at the same time. To easy. Silver nitrate in the bullets as well, they would not recover. She dropped the sword and quickly hid the bodies in one of the dumpster bins. She would come back and burn the bodies later. She walked out onto the street. She didn't feel the deep wound on her upper arm that was still bleeding. Arwen had had much worse before.

Luckily the street was slightly deserted and no one really noticed her bleeding. She could hear a car a bit behind her. It sounded like a Aston Martin. All cars had a distinct sound, obvious to someone with her extrememly sharp hearing. She didn't turn to look. She finally started to feel her wound and pulled up her sleeve to reveal the bloody mess. It was already starting to heal so she pulled her sleeve back down. Her long red hair was tied tigtly in a plait that reached the top of her theighs and her eyes were a rich purple, if you could see them. Why one earth had she come here! She knew it was dangerous. Especially as it was the home of the Lycans! Idiot.

She sped her pace a little. She could hear Lycans hunting ehr, but they were hidden from her sight. She held one hand to her wound. She had no weapon on her but she would pick up something on the way.

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[number123]

Although Hinslier couldn't see where, he knew he heard gunshots. And on a campus that was supposed to be deserted, this was alarming. He stopped the car for a second, reaching into the glovebox on the right side of the car, pulling out a Glock 17. Quickly, he re-focused on pressing down the gas pedal, peeling out in the street.

Adolf wasn't any lycan, vampire, or immortal. He didn't have ultra sharp hearing, like telling the sound of cars, but what he could do was accurately tell where a gunshot came from. He had spent at least half of his young life surrounded by war and gunshots, so he had to adapt over time and learn to tell directions. When he spotted something of a woman limping in the streets, he knew he had found the source.

What she had shot, or maybe what had shot her, was still to be determined, but he immediately slowed once he saw her, looking to both sides for a possible shooting spot. He couldn't pin-point it, but his estimations were dead-on. Seeing the alley-way, he examined it and saw a bit of blood on one of the walls of the buildings surrounding it. Bingo. In fact, although he saw no bodies, he saw a lot of blood. Maybe more than one victim?

It wouldn't be crazy for any mortal to think, hell even any immortal to think, that this lone woman had slaughtered a ton of others in a blind rage. She might have been defending herself, but Adolf couldn't see a damn weapon on her. It was bewildering, but after-all he was out here to make friends, so why not start with a mysterious survivor of a shooting.

He pulled up on the left of the woman, somewhat grinding the sidewalk, and lowered the window on the right side.

"Something wrong ma'am?" He said in the deep Germanic accent, which spoke excellent, enunciable English. The tone could be read like a book: Concern, with a tinge of his own lonliness. He slowed the car to match her walking pace as he waited for a response. He could tell she was bleeding, so his question was dumb, but he wanted to ask instead of demanding she take a ride with him to get patched up.

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[lycanishblood]

Arwen ignored the slight pain in her arm. She had had far worse. It was teh rain that was bothering her. It made her black clothing stick to her thin frame and her hair soaking wet. Worse was the knowledge that, although it appeared normal to mortals and immortals alike, it was caused by magic. Cooper magic. She knew the signs well enough. Either Calwyn or Beka was here somewhere in Germany or a neghboring country and their powers were flying wildly. She should go and find them, especially if it was Beka like it was more likely to be, but she wasn't sure that it was safe for her to do so. Her deep purple eyes were set with wisdom and sorrow, Mathayus and William had been on her mind a lot lately. And it hurt.

She heard the car pull along beside her. She ignored it for the moment. Any normal human would of already passed out from the amount of blood she had lost but she had just fed and the bleeding had almost stopped as the wound started to heal up fully. His question, she could tell was something for the sake of asking first. Why did mortals bother to do that. She looked up as she sensed a draconlur fly over head. It was hidden in the clouds but she knew it was there and she knew it had seen her.
"Shit," she swore under her breath as she stopped and looked at the ground. Lycans were close by as well. Why on earth had she come to Germany?! She turned to the man in the car. Male. Assassin. She knew the type. Mathayus, her dead twin brother, had been one of the best assassins in the history of the planet, she occasionally worked as an assassin as well when needed.

"You are safer away from me, far away. Near me people are only in danger," Arwen said. Her voice showed her misery and her pain, her lonelyness and her wisdom, all at once. So did her eyes as she turned to look at him. Deep wells that seemed to have no end at all. The bleeding had now stopped and she looked away from the man again. She needed Mathayus. Or William. But they were both dead. No one oculd help her...

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(Sorry for the short post. got to go to bed.)

[number123]

Although he didn't know who she, he knew he had ties with Cooper families in the past. Although perhaps not him, in fact it was not him, people in his organization had dealings with the Cooper family, both negative and positive.

He was a very easy man to read, yes. You could tell he was an assassin simply because he fit the stereotype: Suit. Black leather gloves. A head that could easily be disguised with wigs and different shaving techniques. He fit the bill perfectly, and didn't even attempt to not do so. He had no need to.

"Ah, trouble. Trouble isn't a problem." He said, half winking at the girl. She was cute, and although he wasn't trying to pick her up in the cliche way, he was attempting to pick her up to give her medical attention.

However deep and confusing his works were, he was not the stereotypical human. Most humans were only involved with others and were oblivious to the super-natural. He, however, was a modern exception. He didn't know what she meant by "trouble", other than the instant clue that she had lost loved ones in the past and had yet to go through the grieving process. But he had been through hell and high waters, war, deaths, explosions, and God damnit he could handle some girl's troubles in the pouring rain, and he wasn't ready to just be blown off when some beautiful young lady was limping down the road.

"I insist that I take you immediately for medical help. You're bleeding like a stuck-pig." He said. This was, by no means an insult, however it was true. She was bleeding profusely, which she would un-exaggerate in her mind due to her ease of getting more blood. It was questionable if Lycans and Vampires couldn't just defy blood-types, because surely most vampires would die young of heart attacks and blood clots if they could not.

He didn't know much about the super-natural, other than the silver bullet being the anti-monster. It worked to fatality on lycans, was one of the greatest pains a vampire could withstand (especially if it was one of his customized Anti-Vampire Sniper Rounds), and he had other ways of just overwhelming opponents. He knew that the super-natural had the ability to regenerate, but you can't regenerate if there's too much gone, hence how an RPG once in a while goes a long way.

He continued at her walking pace, leaning over to the door and popping up the lock. If she wanted to get in, she merely had to reach for the door handle and pull it towards her, which would give her full access to the luxurious Aston Martin.

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[lycanishblood]

Arwen politly ignored his advances. She was in no mood to deal with men at the moment. Plus he said he could deal with trouble, but she doubted it. Not the kind of trouble she ment. You try being attacked by a dragon or hunted by fifty wolves and bats alike. That was not the every day idea of trouble. Arwen felt cold again, emotionally not physically. She wanted her brother back. It had not yet been an eigth-month since his own assassination but it still hurt. She was only half of who she was ment to be. She tapped into her powers as she felt a growing sense of danger. Shit. She had forgetten her note book again. Maybe she could remember one of her drawings in enough detail to summon it from memory. probably not at the moment. Empathy however showed that whoever was waiting for her had murder in their heart. She could feel it.

Today was not going to be a good day. Not at all. She stopped where she was, closed her eyes and focused. In the hand that the mortal couldn't see right now a small dagger appeared. Dangerous enough for whoever was going to attack her. She could just use her powers and strength to take them apart but the full moon was to rise tonight and with her emotions the way it was, she didn't want to risk taking true form unless she aboslutly had to. She wasn't quite sure that she would be able to control it at the moment. More murderous thoughts she could sense around her. Not good, they were closing in. She cursed herself softly for being so foolish. She turned to the man, her eyes instantly going red like in her Lycan form. This was going to be bad. Three Lycans and two draconlurs. Crap. Her eyes were now bright red, a large warning.

"I insist that you go, for your own safety. I can look after myself, and this is about to get messy, but I can't afford to look after you as well," Her voice was now soft, and caring. She didn't want more unnessisary deaths on her concience today. She had had enough of death. But it was not over. By the end of thsi fight she would have a death toll of seventeen, just from the last few hours. Suddenly, five people came out of a shadowed alley to face her. Arwen turned and faced them, defiently, She could sense the two dragons and the three lycans. They could smell blood on her hands. OUt of no where a bullet came and shot into her shoulder. She did not scream or yell but she did take a step back and held one hand to her wound. Silver Nitrate. A death bullet to Lycans unless she could fight and kill them, and get the bullet out before the silver reached her heart.

All five came at her and she raised a hand, sending them flying into a wall before they got near her. She tossed her dagger and a scream echoed as the silver blade went through the heart of the shooter. Lightning and Thunder came now and the sky darkened more. One of the draconlurs had hit the corner of the wall, dead with a pirced heart. One of the Lyccans was impaled on a stick of metal. Arwen no longer cared about letting the mortal seeher powers. One of the Lycans came at her and she clenched her fist before flicking her open palm towards him and he dropped as a piece of steal came and cut through the back of his neck. A dragon and Lycan were left but Arwen was weak from the silver and lack of rest. They came towards her and Arwen didn't try to stop them. They oculd not morph but between them they could kill her and she would willingly die right now.

[number123]

He wasn't sure what the red eyes were all about, but he knew it was just to freak him out. And the comment about looking after him? Insulting. Any chances that he would've just left the beautiful, mysterious woman alone to face her foes by herself were now shattered. He wasn't to be shown up like that.

Instantly quelling the beast under the hood, he pulled the keys from the ignition and stood out of his car, pulling forward the driver's seat to expose a duffel bag behind it. He pulled the bag to the hood and unzipped it.

"I'm guessing by those red eyes that you aren't just the pretty, bleeding young lady I happened to see on the streets. You're something else. So tell me what we're up against." He said, unzipping the bag to expose many "toys". The bag to him was nearly scentless, but to a lycan, the wolf-bane residue that drove both lycans and vampires insane would probably begin to cause her to have some sort of an allergic attack without him being conscious of it. The bag was coated in a human cologne, Axe to be specific, so she wouldn't be able to smell it until the bag was open.

From the bag, he retrieved his SW MP-10, and reached inside and pulled out about 10 extended clips with blue tape on them. It would most likely, just now, appear to her that he isn't just some average human, and he knew what the hell he was doing. She would be able to get a glimpse of the rounds contained in the clips before 9 went into his coat, one straight into the gun. They were all silver. One, pure silver, then the next quicksilver, alternating in that order to insure the death of any thing related to a vampire, werewolf, or most likely draconlur. He had never had a run-in with a draconlur before, but he figured that they would fall just as their brothers.

"I'm not just going to leave you out here to rot." he said with a tone of concern in his voice. But it was beyond just a concern for the young lady. If she had done it on purpose or not, he had insulted his capabilities. He had killed hundreds, maybe thousands of foes in his days, and he wasn't about to let some 20 year old demon with red eyes tell him what he was capable of. No one insulted Adolf.

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[lycanishblood]

Arwen managed to kill the surviving two by breaking their necks as she used her powers to send a brick flying at them. Neither of them saw it and Arwen was glad that this particular battle was over. But the danger wasn't gone. She could tell that much at least. Then the mortal started to pull out his little toys. Great. He really had no idea what he was dealing with and he wanted to protect her. he should focus on protecting himself. Arwen felt weak and her skin started to go pale. She also hated not being able to smell things. Sometimes the fact that she had no sense of smel was a real pain. She looked at him. Why was her trying to help her so bad. It hd been a long time since anyone had even looked at her without trying to attack her let alone trying to help.

Her skin turned pale and all her viens bulged as the silver ran through her viens. It was not enough to kill her, but a few more bullets, maybe half a dozen would, but the skingle one so far was making her weak. The man was so defencive. He knew nothing about her. Probably thought of her as some twenty year old female without weapons.
"I have been fighting for my life for a century and a half. I know what i am doing and of what I am capable. You may know about lycans and vampires but you know nothing about me," She said, letting on that she was odler then she looked. It was clear he knew about vampires and lycans, buts he was surprised her showed no reaction to her powers. That was new.

Often Arwen was treated with fear and hatred when mortals found out about her powers. One priest whose life she had saved her tried to kill her with a stake when he saw her use them. Stupid mortal. He knew abosultly nothing about the immortals. The silver spread quicker and Arwen's hands clenched with frustration. She looked at the guns and almost smiled with amusement. Almost.
"Those guns mark you out with my kind as a threat. The full moon will rise an hour after night falls and by that time I must find somewhere to hide. The night of the full moon is a night where no bat or outcast is safe."

[number123]

"Whatever you say."

he commented to her entire "I have fought my whole life blahblahblah." He obviously didn't want to sit here and listen to her constantly complain about her past life.

It was his little philosiphy. Why dwell and regret in your past if you can live and thrive in your future? He had no regret thanks to this, and never wanted to think about what he's done in his past, although sometimes it came and gave him a little nip.

[ OOC: I don't know who you're battling, you didn't give them a real introduction, but I'm just assuming from this point on that it's lycans because you had mentioned them earlier. ]

One of the things that was now pissing him off was that these lycans were shooting up his nice car. Sure, she was still standing outside, but he had nearly idled next to her for quite some time, so the lycans, who weren't as skilled in guns as any human, were hitting her AND his nice car. And no one fucked with the boss's car.

He crouched on the other side of the car, letting loose an automatic roar of silver and quicksilver bullets. They tore through the heart and head of each lycan one by one in mere seconds. He only missed once or twice, which was in transition of going from lycan to lycan.

"And although you've been on this earth longer than I, as you have implied, I also have my own battle experience. I don't care how the hell well you can handle yourself, I'm not going to sit by and let these bastards shoot you and my car." In the 50 round extended banana clip, he had zipped through the lycans and killed off the current progressors. Only now did he have to rearm.

"The fact of the manner is, that you're here, I'm here, and I feel like shooting stuff and helping you. So, if you won't get in the car, we'll have to meet all your little buddies at full moon and see how we all end up after I pull out the big guns." [/b][/color] He quickly shot one glance around, keeping his eyes peeled for more lycans, and he knew he was at a position where a draconlur would have to make his presence known before he could attack Adolf, thanks to the car. [/size][/color][/center]

[lycanishblood]

((It was NPC charcters that came at her. Thats all. Sorry if i confused you.))

Arwen watched as as he shoot the Lycans in the building and a couple in the street. He was a good shot with a gun, but Arwen would never say that.S he hated guns. Unhonorable in not giving someone a chance to fight back. She stood and watched. No one tried to attack her again. they knew better. When his shooting was finished, the remaining Lycans retreated, so did the one or two draconlur in the area. Arwen sensed all this. The safest way was to simply just get him out, even if it ment that she had to go with him to do so. Damn she hated stubborn mortals. They were possibly the most frustrating things that existed on this earth. Plus she felt weak. he obviously hadn't noticed.

Arwen cast a sheild around them. Even if the retreating Lycans did run away, now they could at least not shoot. A complex bit of control from telekinesis, and very hard to maintain, but after figuring it out a few days ago she used it quite a lot now. If was just damn hard to focus on when weak and doing other things. Arwen looked at the shot car and flicked a wrist. The metal around the bullet holes was pulled into place with only faint strech marks on the paint where the bullets had punctured the shell.
"Get in," She said in a calm voice but one that showed exactly how weak she actually was. She got in the car, but didn't bother doing up her seatbelt. She had no need for one.

He was arrogent, no doubt about that, but there was something in hi that reminded her of William. She was slowly recovering from the silver, her skin gaining some color again, ablit slowly, and her veins fading away again. She looked at him. What was it. Something that was therem that reminded her of William... something aboyt the way he acted. She couldn't tell but she knew that there was something there. She was still bleeding from the wound in her shoulder but her arm was completely healed up. Thankfully. If she wasn't careful she would have to feed tonight and if she had to take lycan form that was a high chance she would lose control. That was teh danger of being a first gerenation Lycan.