Tonight was the night to hold her head up. Nobody saw her coming; they were far too busy with themselves and their business. Which made it all too easy to conjure that needed territory. Having won the territory, she quickly moved her men into the area and maintained the stolen piece of city. When she left, the people were too shocked to know what happened and her men killed the Ravers. Now their bodies hung on the fleshly installed meat hooks that faced their territory. She entered her base and slowly walked the stairs; the papers that were once useful made small tornadoes across the empty room. She entered the sleeping quarters and noticed Slayer, Bob, and Ichabod. One was drunk, one was annoyed, and the other was just there. She walked forward and took the bottle from Ichabod and sighed. "Slayer, I need you to do something," she replied as she entered her own room and exited with a bottle of somewhat fine wine she found lying around. Through she kept a far much finer, more aged bottle hidden with many spells. It would be opened once she had finally taken over Altara. "I need you to guard the new territory just North of here. It is new area and I think the Saints are going to take the dead messenger very happily," Abigale replied as she wrote down a teleporting seal. The 'zombie' was to go to the base and inform what had happened. The zombie looked like them: without any blood, lesions, and actually breathing. The brain was kept alive and was following its memory. "Ichabod, I want you to sober up, I need you for some papers. Bob, I want you to make sure is 'fitted' into his room, and then go join Slayer. Slayer, defend the new territory," She ordered as she written down the down the teleporting seal and written a simple 'Thank you' onto the label. She knew it would appear to the leader once the zombie reached its destination, which, by her estimation, would happen in 5 or so minutes. It would defiantly make them think she knew where they were.

Mecha I'm a bit confused at your post like what exactly happened there?}

Fayre had gone up the staires not noticing what her fellow gang members were discussing. She had been coughing to harshly to hear them regardless of being in ear shot or out anyways. She fumbled for her stained white handkerchief to wipe her mouth of the traces of blood adding to its already red stained surface.

She carefully folded it and tucked it back into her pocket so it was hidden. She never liked to worry the others to much so the handkerchief always stayed hidden away from them. She always locked her room door when she was gone just in case but there was a key above the door hidden flat on the door frame, if the others needed to get in. Her key differed only by the small chain on it. She quickly unlocked the door before she erupted into a coughing fit again, and slipped into her room.

When she was in she left the door open only a tiny, almost impossible to see through unless it was intentional, crack.She sighed in relief as she opened her dresser's drawer and took out a small vial filled with greenish white liquid. She smiled knowing the liquid would hit her veins and drown out the pain like it normally did. She took out her hidden syringe and filled it with the liquid and pushed up her sleeve and did the deed. Her eyes went hazy and she felt the relief flood over her.

Her senses dulled and numbed she hid the evidence lazily in her drawer. She fell to her mattress, the drawing on her wall shapelessly moving around to watch her. She shifted around to become more comfortable, her tattered blanket settled around her tiny form as she laid on the mattress staring listlessly at her wall, the candles in her room flickering batheing the room in a soft glowing firey light,making the dark room seem spooky and warm at the same time.

Her mirror would be her source of shame later if she looked at it when she sobered up. For now she rode her numb painless high out joyful at the end of her affliction temporarily.

Graves shot Moria a harsh look that read stop talking if you want to live. He growled at her until realizing what she had said and his expression brightened then became furious.

"WHO THE HELL WAS IN OUR TERRITORY IF YOU EVEN THINK YOU KNOW IN THE-"

"Graves, hunny they found them I don't think they know...it was probably some break off renegade or drunk you know how it is." Vivica's gentle voice came from her side as her twin clung to her slightly afraid of Graves sudden angry outburst.

"Right,right, well lovelies what did you bring for me? oh and did you at least see if the dead dolls were worth harvesting off?" Graves was a shewed business man and that meant even his own gang members weren't exempt from his business. He tapped his fingers on the table and smirked at Bridget softly.

"So lovely Bridget what is it that you've managed today with Moria anyways?" He gave her a sickeningly nice smile and tone he usually reserved it for her and it made the twins jealous like when Nasya was around. They only glared angrily at her.

"Ooooo that wine looksh nish." Ichabod drunkenly slurred as he got up from the ground. "I can tryyyy but tha grounds still spinnin round and round like a merry-go-roud...and gravitys still playin favourites soooo it may take awhilsh." Ichabod's eyes were dazed and showed just how drunken he was at the moment, not that he was ever truly sober anymore.

The ground was blurred beneath him but he figured it was best to listen to his current boss and gave a drunken smile sloppily. "Righto Boss I think 'm gawd fer nah." He wobbled but caught himself before he fell and went back to acting like he was alright and sobered up.

Josaih was locked in the creatures gaze. The dog reminded him greatly of Roman, it was similar in almost every way. Lee began to speak but Josiah gave him a sharp glance and cut him off "Firstly introduction, I'm Josiah, This is my second in command of are two man army, Lee. And may I ask who you are?" Josiah starred at the evil looking creature as it lay on the couch it had jumped between them onto it. Its flight through the air was awesome, it landed perfectly sitting gently on the couch. Lee was getting inpatient. Killing was like a drug for him. When he did it, it gave him a creepy high and he became more blood thirsty then ever wnating to kill more. It took him awhile to cool down "Lee get some sleep, you did well, thank you. I will stay with are new found friend. I'll wake you if i need anything." ------ Lee saw the dog begin to jump and he quickly whipped out a knife ready to kill it in a seconds notice. Instead the creature landed on the couch, sitting on the tattered, old thing. The creature looked almost... cute. Josiah pointed at him inroducing him... by his actual name! Was Josiah an iditot! You don't introduce someone to a possible spy with their real name! Lee was growing inpatient at Josiah. He should kill him and that dog too end all the trouble. Lee became stiff eyes starring blanky ahead, the thought of killing his only friend in this world had actually gone through his head. Josiah must have noticed something was wrong and told Lee to go to bed Kindly thanking him. Lee couldn't say no he needed sleep, he had to get out of the high, soon or he might actually kills again.

(ems is going to be not on cause shes going to a concert tm she'll be back on wednesday just to let ya know.}

]] well this died [[

(ah no I'm so sorry Em only has access to a comp at the library and she got super ill after the concert she said she'd be back soon as she felt better hopefully today or tommorrow.}

]] huh that sucks... hope she gets better this rp is fun so far i don't want it to die so quickly[[

(Don't worry annoyed, I'm here now. =] I'll post in a bit when I feel a bit more creative. In the meantime, you should play this: http://www.phillyd.tv/2009/04/28/are-you-stronger-than-swine-flu-game/

Now I think I am prepared to post. Time to intro another one of my chars~)

With Fayre upstairs and little more to talk about, Rogue rose from her spot on the old couch. She walked to one of the warehouse's cracked and filthy windows. her black claws clicked against the pane as she stared out. The anthromorph shifted her weight from one foot to another. Just back and forth, back and forth in an unsteady rhythm. She finally whipped her head around. Two shimmering eyes stared at Eli, glinting in the dark. her ears were back and face set in an unhappy expression.

"I think... I should go have a look around the territory. I.... I got a nasty feelin', my friend."

Eli, who had been staring at his empty, upturned palms blinked. he lifted his head and his face looked tired. He gave a grave nod as he shifted, leaning back in his seat more.

"Just be careful. Take a walkie talkie for good measure."

Rogue walked past her angel companion and grabbed one of the devices from a shaky table. She looked back at him. The dark angel had his back pressed into the stiff pillows behind him. His neck was craned back so her could look upwards. He was staring blankly at the ceiling, his hands resting beside him. he looked so passive and yet....sad. Rogue snorted and glanced to the stairs for a brief moment. Then she continued out the rusty steel doors and onto the cold and foggy streets of Altara.

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"Whoever it was, they had some skill. Didn't fool around with putting 'em on ice."

Moria picked at some of her chipping nail polish. The fact that some lesser members had been killed didn't make her falter. Morons anyway. They didn't matter. Not like her. Moria held a certain position within the Cadaver Dolls that no one seemed to try to move her from. it was somewhere between Graves' favorite collector and trusted business partner. At ;east that was how she saw things.

"Didn't bother to look 'em over too much. Pretty nasty damage so not like we would have found any really functioning pieces. That's what I saw, anyway."

Moria glanced up from her nails to give Bridget a snake-like smile. The doppleganger flipped her hair and turned to look at Graves. Bridget twisted around in her seat nervously. She began to ring the hem of her skirt.

"Whisper managed to find you some lovely things off some Saints. I guess she redeemed herself for not wanting to check the dead Dolls over...."

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"New territory, eh?" Slayer inquired with a quirk of his brow. "Now that sounds interesting."

The bat demon did not hesitate at his leader's orders. He walked to his cubicle swiftly, gathered up his two pistols and small knife and was heading towards the exit within a few moments. He twitched his wings as he passed the Raver who would join him.

"Hurry along now. I don't like waiting," the demon hissed.

The prospect of bloodshed put Slayer at some ease. At any rate, he could get some frustration out. Whether it was some hapless Saint or passerby that suffered the bat's rage didn't matter. As long as he could see some cromson satisfaction. Sin Slayer would be pleased.

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The Black Dog eyed Lee as he departed. His wispy ears swiveled slightly before his glittering eyes returned to Josiah. His great head inclined then in a sort of bow. Lifting his gaze to Josiah again, Romolus smiled. It was an odd thing. The corners of the Black Dog's mouth curved upwards, revealing his back teeth just barely. If he had not been so docile until now, one would have thought it to be a threatening gesture.

"To mortals, I am Romolus," he replied in his wispy tone. "I have not spoken my name to a mortal being in quite some time. Let alone a human."

Romolus' smile dissipated then. He had situated himself on the couch like a pet might have. His front paws were hanging off the front of the couch, his back legs tucked beneath him. His flowing tail was wrapped around himself and his hulking head hovered, not quite ready to settle upon the cushions. It was obvious he felt un-threatened by Josiah. Secretly, the barghest wondered if the human was fearful of him. Secretly, he was starting to...like Josiah.

"Your friend leaves uneasiness in the air..." Romolus commented suddenly.

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The door to the bar/store opened quietly. From the chipper streets, a dapper looking man entered. He slid through the small opening and then quickly shut the door behind him. His jet black hair ruffled slightly as the last gasps of night air swept into the room. He seemed unphased by the cold and turned towards the bar.

Aaron pulled a chair out from the counter and sat down gracefully. The vampire tipped his hat to the inebriated man sitting down the bar before removing it completely. His blood red eyes seemed warm, amiable in the lighting of the bar. he turned them to Bessie and smiled politely.

"Evening, miss," he said. His voice was smooth and confident. He brushed some dust from his crimson cape. He then folded his hands on the counter in front of him. "I am sure you expect me to ask for a drink but I must pass tonight. I do hope you could help me with something else, however."

Graves face twisted in expression it was half angered but half overjoyed. He drummed his fingers on the table while uncrossing his legs and slowly rising from his chair.

A smirk crossed his face as he walked around the table to Bridget and put his hands on her shoulders looking from her to Moria. The smirk only grew larger but it was obviously out of joy rather than malice.

"Well my dears if the bodies were to gone then lets ignore the matter for we have better things....Things from Saints that our lovely girl here found, now I say this calls for a mild bit of celebration does it not girls." He smiled most at Bridget it was soft and kind something rarely seen but it faded away just as quick. Back to a coy smirk he looked at the other three girls.

The twins seemed to adore this idea but hate the way he was standing holding Bridget the way he was as their simultaneous glares harshened into one of malice,hate, and death in their eyes.

Nasya rubbed her arms in an attempt to gain some warmth but she felt no warm than before. Her boots clicked the ground as she walked from the graveyard to her shop bag heavy with new loot.  Her skirts bustled areas made the fabric beneath rustle as she moved holding her skirt up in one hand so she could walk easier.

She was watching behind her she may live in a safer area in her shop but it was still bad after dark. She knew that suppressing her urge to wail was hard and any minute she would start because of the familiar smell of death in the air she didn't want to know why it smelt like death she just wanted to be home quickly. 

Her  wail ripped forth when she passed the ally that was by her shop she shuddered and didn't dare look just glanced around back and forth to make sure no one was around as this thing reeked of the Cadaver dolls work. She shuffled around in her skirts hidden pockets and couldn't find her key a small amount of index cards fell and scattered along with a pen she cursed when her wailing began to subside. She realized she must have dropped her key on the way back finding it was going to be a task.

She hated when skully or Vic-tim weren't in to let her in when that happened because then she had to go back to find the key without any one to help or protect her from things happening. she unhappily picked up the cards and pen with some effort and shoved them back into her skirts pocket and began to turn back around to trek back to find her missing key, albeit unhappy about the entire situation.

"Well, Romolus your welcome to stay with us as long as you would like, i belive you asked about an other one of your kind, and don't worry about about Lee he is always uneasy." Josiah answered everything in one quick statement. then he began to tell the story of Roman the other Big black dog. "I guess i should tell you about Roman. He was another one like you a very kind, couragous one. One day when we were moving to this little shanty, we ran right into the middle of a fight between the dolls and the Ravers. stuck in the middle,of the fire fight we were pinned down and had little hope of getting away. Luckily for us the Ravers recieved a large amount of reiniforcments forcing the approaching dolls back into there territory. Thats when we dropped what we had and made a mad dash for the house. i heard one shot ring off and pain shot through my knee, I stumbled forward looking down at the blood pouring out of new gun wound, the attacker fired again bnut roman intercepted the bullet taking it straight to the chest. Instead of falling over the big dog dragged me into cover and later died in the hands of Lee who had rushed to try and solve him. We had no idea why roman joined us but if he hadn't i would have been dead and Lee probably back with the dolls" Josiah breathed in ending his story. he heard a door slam shut but was too busy to check what it was. ------- Lee tried sleeping but, he heard Josiah telling his story of Roman. He sighed sitting up off the almost comfy mat. Roman had been a good thing to have around he actually changed Lee, when lee saw that big lovable dog get shot and still pull Josiah to safety, he for once in his long life felt sadness, he tried desperatly to save the dog but it died anyways in his hands covering him with a thick red liquid. unbekownst to Josiah Lee had actually wept at the death of Roman. Half way through Josiah's sotry Lee decided he wouldn't be missed tonight, and wandered outside walking down the alley out into the open of the Doll's territory. He should be more careful but a sadness with a hint of blood lust set in. He quickly blended into the backround completly disapearing from view and made his way to the Ravers territory checking his guns as he went...

Bessie frowned and leaned toward him, giving him some space between each other. "Well, it would depend on what kind of help you need, sir," Bessie replied as she looked at the vampire. "It would be a shame to kill someone who has done nothing but clean and help out people". She noticed how he was dressed rather splendidly and she coughed. "Well, Sir, what do you want to know?"

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((She just ordered Ichabod to sober up)) Bob struggled to push Ichabod into his cubical and too out any liquids that looked like they can get someone wasted. He shrugged and looked over at Abigale who simply motioned him to follow Slayer. He quickly followed Slayer and looked around rather fretfully, god was the only one that would know what would happen tonight.

The meat tracker managed to reach the hide out, but it stood there, gazing at the door. The spell took affect and a bottle was now resting on the ground of the Saint's hideout. A note that merely said 'Thank You' was visible on the bottle.

((onto other Calamities.:. Sorry, I was waiting for Fang to respond))

]] huh this died that sucks i really liked this one[[

(It didn't die! I died again. X_x I'm sorry. Things are so crazy at home and I've been fighting some sort of bug. Let me catch up and I'll post.

Edit: uber busy now. Will post tomorrow. Don't worry, I will not let this die. >=<)

]]haha okay hope things get better. :'( all the rp's i'm in are dieng[[

(Yeah, that happens to me alot too. =/ I can't post today, unfortunatly, since I remembered my school is having open house. Don't go anywhere on me though! I'll post tomorrow! I promise! <3)

(hey guys ems says shes super sorry but she got electrocuted from her power strip and couldn't write at all.)

wow you guys got some serious bad luck haha hopefully we can keep this alive[[

(Yeah, we do. XD It sucks.)

Bridget looked up at Graves with a slightly puzzled, mostly nervous expression. She was always on edge. But hey, when you were friends with Moria, you couldn't drop your guard. Poor Bridget never knew how the doppelganger would get her into trouble next.

Moria looked disappointed at Graves' lack of enragement. Surely he would have been mad at Bridget's compassion. Ah well... The shape shifter simply shot Bridget the same dirty look as the twins before smiling up at Graves.

"Ooooh, and what kind of celebration are we talking about?" Moria sing-songed.

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Slayer looked back as he saw Bob following. He muttered something under his breath as he made his way out the door and down the street. He paused for a moment, his eyes aimed back at Bob.

"Listen here, I know you don't say much and that's the only reason I'm tolerating your presence. You keep your trap shut like always and don't screw up. I'm sure you can tell I am not in a pleasant mood."

The bat demon glared at his gang-mate for a moment before turning and continuing down the street."

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The vampire flashed a toothy grin. She was wise to his intentions. No point in hiding them. She could probably tell he was a Recruiter anyway.

"Well, I was wondering if you might know the where-abouts of these young individuals."

Aaron paused and retrieved some old photographs from his pocket. Each one was a picture of the leading members of Altara's gangs. The vampire smiled politely and cleared his throat.

"I have a spot of business with each of them, you see."

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Romolus was silent as Josiah told his tale. The Black Dog never let his glance stray from him, even when he heard the sounds of Lee departing. When the story was through, Romolus gave a small nod.

"He must have cared quite a bit for the both of you." he stated. "For you see, we Black Dogs are immortal. We are but wandering souls. That is, until we encounter someone we care for. When that happens, we become more than just omens. We regain our hearts in a way. And with that, we become...vulnerable."

Romolus hopped from his spot on the couch and shook out his fur. He looked up at Josiah with a tilted head.

"I have never been one to grow attached to anyone. And for that reason, I don't plan to."

(Will post for Eli, Rogue and my final char, Titus, in my next post.)

Josiah was saddened to learn that him and Lee were the cause for Roman's death. He stood up looking back and forth lazily he was groggy and have asleep. Casually he looked at the big black dog and said "I'm gonna go to sleep now feel free to get something to eat or pull one of the matts from the wall and sleep too, good night Romolus I will answer any more questions you have tomorrow" Josiah walked away teetering in his tired state. finally he reached the large blue torn matt and planted face first onto it embracing the darknes that soon took him into his dreams. ----------- Lee pulled out his knife he was in doll territory still and he felt like paying some of his old brethern a visit. Two dolls stood out side a club one had some rolled up narcotics smoking it slowly getting the full affect of the drug. Both stood at the door way sub machine guns strapped around their shoulders. One started to laugh at a young man who was being hassled by three other Dolls across the street. Lee sighed well atleast he now had a reason to kill the men. Carefully he approached drawing his pistol the first man at the door way didn't even have time to react as Lee appeared out of his hidden state and shot the man point blank in the face. The second man managed to raise his machine gun and was half way through pulling the trigger when a long throwing knife was whipped deeply into his skull. Lee grew happy all memories gone the thrill of slaughtering back in his veins. Ny now the three men across the street had already heard the commotion and dropped the man they had been robbing. Lee disappeared into the backround again quickly clearing the street with a fast controlled sprint he appeared again just as one of the Doll was able to pull his machine gun up. With a strong beat of his wings the Doll was up in the air peppering Lee's postion with bullets. Another Doll tried to sneak up ehind him but Lee heard and whipped around lodging a knife down the shapeshifters throat, the creature gargled for a moment then died. Suddenly pain shot through Lee eight bullets ripped into his side, the third doll who had seemingly disapeared at the beginning of the battle was back wielding a pistol in both hands. Lee gasped working against his pain he drew his pistol and fired once the bullet puncturing a clean hole straight through the man's heart. Lee looked around the flying Doll was no where to be seen. Touching his fingures to his wounds carefully he pulled them up looking at his fingures painted deeply in his own jet black blood. he coughed and blood splattered everywhere slowly he crawled away into he dropped anything heavy on him and slowly flickered into the background. He needed to reach somebody else's territory. He only had a feud with the Dolls, and he was pretty sure he had enough money to pay off any other gang for soem medical attention. Slowly the shadow stumbled into The saints territory coming into view before he wanted too he was loosing to much blood. looking down everything began to spin and he collapsed to the gound looking at the black smoggy sky. ]] haha sorry for the long boring post i just thought lee had to be injured some how[[

(Not boring at all, annoyed. And I encourage long posts. Makes things more fun. I'll post once Mecha and D post again.)