KYD: Blood And Iron RPG

Various talents exist in the vampiric world. What is fairly clear though is that it stems from the clan the bloodline and age. Each clan or perhaps race of vampire seems to have a unique attribute. Certain bloodlines seem capable of carrying more attributes or perhaps having a skill not accessible by clan. And then age determines the strength where a neophyte is likely to surpass humans a thousand year old vampire likely would surpass most mutants.

Elaina has for some time now been deep in study. Her research founded on essentially deityhood. On the present earth and it's pathetic vampire and human spectrum neither side is impressive by her. If man is made in gods image then god is pitiful for man is but cattle. And if humanity is cattle then should not gods to be? To ensnared by nature and clandestine dispute vampiric culture is no where near it's full potential. Ela has sought to rectify that in order to defy natural selection she's tortured many with a focus on two in particular. Her neice Natasha, and a mutant Ruby. Both have seen extensive torment on a physical and psychological level. Her studies have proven profitable.

Within at least the bloodline used for the Howletzer name is a unique ability stemming from ones own blood. For Elaina it is a puppeteer oriented ability. Using open wounds on herself and another blood can be used like string. For this reason she's grown quite fond of the song Puppet Master but that's irrelevant to tonight's act.

One Hour Ago

Sitting in the Champion Tower Natasha was pretty comfy in a night shirt and underwear alone. Simply lounging with her katanas by the couch as yet again a series of luxury speakers blasted hard rock melodies. Daughter of Anthony Stark the girl had money. It was spent on guns and music in that order. The night was late as one would expect for a vampire like her, tranquil head banging however came at an abrupt end.

Glass shattered as a head burst through it had begun to rot but the scent was clear. Kenshin, known through Ronins as the last samurai and to Natasha as Yoshi. A part of her, not admitted or sought out in any way had loved the samurai. Even putting heart strings aside Natasha saw Yoshi as her best friend. She'd pursued clue upon clue however and never goten close. Gravity of the situation hit harder then she'd ever expected.

With azure rivers flowing Natasha was quick to grab Blood Moon her iconic vampire blade. The crystal katana however was in the hands however of a distraught teen. Difference in aunt and neice were haunting in severity. Heart broken lashed out, nothing to militarized calm executing simple dodge. Wrath was felt with a fire that was almost literal, paled in comparison to the Nazi scientist who was serene in times like this. A blow lands though on the tormenter.

Wrists part carmine tears decorate booming speakers lether cushions and of course the crystal blade. A nail splits Natasha's right wrist however and it's all over. As blood mixes into solitary strand katana sways in position being driven through the teen's spine causing paralysis.

12:05 AM Ronins Rest Market District

"I do love you Nat really. Such a lovely figure backed by a beautiful mind. Addicted to murder but so wise. Sadly though sacrifice must be made. I've nothing against you, nature simply has it's course." Gagged and bound in insulting fashion of heretic gesture the teen was crudely held up.

"One of us dies tonight niece. Best way that device shuts off is if my heart stops beating. Otherwise it'll just keep draining your blood, spine fluid, and some of your marrow." The center of the market was a fresh grave yard. Commanded by hypnosis upon the monitors some fifty people had committed suicide. Vampiric minions of Elaina had damaged the pipe lines to properly flood the streets. What this meant was that thanks to the pool of blood Ela had an legion of corpses at her disposal. It was one of the few times she felt her heart racing, a trap in motion, a helpless victim with life ticking away. Heroism was the unexpected variable the only thing to determine success or failure.

@bloodcroft:

12:06 AM Ronins Rest Market District

The hatch is opened as she leans out the door, the wind blows her hair and she is dressed in her combat fatigues "Yes, yes marge the D.E.O. Issued me a direct order for an airdrop at this location." the little figure exhales as the personnel behind her signalled the drop zone, their aircraft is on stealth mode above the clouds as she can see the urban lights below.

"No worries, I have authorized clearance to use a 'bit more' of my power as permitted by the higher ups, nothing about making changes to weather pattern but enough to renovate a city block if need be." She didn't need a parachute as her autocannon rested on her back, a weapon originally designed to be carried by mechs. Her advanced sensors told her about the casualties and that the people in the center are already beyond hope, they are as good as dead. There are two missions at hand, both are 'search' the first entails rescue while the seconds ordered her to destroy.

@vivide:

Not to long and a woman emerged to play the hero for the vampire at risk. She didn't look like much and to be honest that was what appealed to the vampiric scientist. The costumed nut jobs were easy to understand the ones in average attire however not so much. "You shouldn't waste your effort on this poorly dressed goth." Ela mocked before her hands began to motion about.

With every motion the horde of corpses moved to encircle the mystery woman. They sought to bite flesh and rip skin no better then a pack of zombies. However durability did lend to the hordes favor. Controlled by blood a simple headshot wouldn't do. They came in efficient but simple patterns. The entire design of their attack was to gauge what this noble hero could do. Knowing the enemy was always a great assist in confrontation.

@bloodcroft:

The barrel of the gun reacted and moved accordingly to nearby 'sightings' of the undead, she did ti with extreme prejudice because every moment they are alive is a moment where their very existence delays her from meeting with the one. Upon arrival there are some odd characters, but at least she was here. That is enough, words come later. Action now. Several shots fired off to remove her from the confinement.

For every projectile that flew out of her autocannon five to seven zombies would encircle her from the distance, getting closer as parts of the containment began to break away. Andrea's aim is to set the lady vampire free, dealing with zombies come later. Now they began to enter into somewhat of a middle range, the full extension of a taser wire. However the size and the weight of her armament makes it a perfect bludgeoning weapon, she knocked them over to create distance.

She fired again.

"They say two wrongs make a right. Well, this shit better be true, cause my first mistake was having my heart snatches by that bloodsucking, adorkable vampie. The other mistake is going after her right now. So it better have a positive outcome!"

He hit down the ground accompanying the expeditious movement of his motorcycle, an antiquated Harley Davidson model some loser lost on a bet. It was faster than walking through Japan. He had heard news about Natasha slightly after his landing, people said some odd shadow creeper around the Rest and killed innocent lives. Instantaneously he reckoned it was something else, not only his heroic, bloodthirsty girlfriend. His first assumptions were envious vampires or beasts alike endeavoring to claim Natasha's head as a prize, but soon he was thrown off his horse. It was so ridiculously crystalline.

A month and some days at space, that f*cking aunt would attempt against her life at least once, wouldn't she? No time to shave nor cut his hair, he combed it offhandedly and sped through highways. The Exoskeleton always laboring as functional legs.

Upon hearkening the news about the robotic assault against petrol refineries and such, his preoccupation with ammunition increased, thus he pursued a new form of combat, represented clearly by an adornishing crossbow tied around his vigorous shoulder's delineating lines. Bestowing two razor-edged blades at each tip, the weapon operated as both close and long-range weaponry.

A supercilious smirk and soothing whistle characterized the darting beggar-like mercenary. Vigilant eyes rekindled by an obfuscating blaze of passion. He was going to rescue her no matter what.

Two figures towered forth, both fighting, while the cross hung such saint, the naive Blooddiamond. Two shadows abruptly turned onto ten, twenty... And so on. That b!tch's powers had been amped up.

Without second thought, Luke carelessly leaped out of the ride, taking advantage of the fuel that should be spilled to light up a match and turn the surroundings into an incendiary rage, mimicking what he felt bow. "Can't stay five minutes away and there's already one perfectly-round ass for me to kick at Ronin's.".

The dark suit with an emblazoned alabaster tarantula protrudes, overtaking the layers of clothing and skin, revealing not the inner, yet the outer beast of Luke Craig as he readied for carnage.

@_nobody: @vivide:

The strange woman was quick to equip an impressively large weapon. In the next few moments of conflict the sound was deafening. Filled primarily by thunderous cannon fire and the sickening sound of bodies popping like balloons. The various mobile dead were torn apart with bones shattering to pulp and segments of the bodies throne about the streets. Amidst this vicious maelstrom the winner of Natasha's affection came setting many corpses ablaze in an improvised pyrotechnic display. Shots were fired to release one of Natasha's hands and that was when the excitement was abruptly silenced.

In a shower of sparks Natasha's left hand was almost freed. Before she could even try to break such metallic constraints however her aunt used the famed katana Nighthunter to cleave the limb free of the rest of the body. Elaina choosing to use Natasha's own sword as a means of punishment. "It's quite simple you to either I die, or she dies end of story." Her cold copper eyes stern as she tried to make the situation clear.

With that she concluded the formalities and charged forward Nighthunter in hand. Made to essentially depower gods a single cut from the blade usually made most organic targets no more then average flesh and blood. Ela figured any blow would insure she was against just a stranger and her neice's legless lover rather than a meta and obscure alien suit. Moving at nine hundred miles per hour she performed a series of swings that sought the jugulars of her prey followed by attempting to lacerate their lungs. She'd end her assault by having the remaining corpses, many burning and disfigured attempt to tackle the two assailants. While their severed hands and arms would try to further hold the duo down.

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We Are Legend hadn't exactly launched a new wave of heroism and ending turmoil. But that didn't mean Karasu was giving up on making a difference. Hearing of the incident on the Japan island most wanted to forget Ronins Rest she made her departure. Kara knew of vampires, she'd never confronted one but she knew she didn't like them and that they didn't compare to her. Once the spirit animal of grand masters of martial arts and one remarkable prodigy Kara was given life her own. Skill wisdom and teaching of innumerable years now combined with a body hard to rival.

With her abilities over air water was as traversable as any open field. Her speed was daunting making waves and crossing the distance before most knew a thing barely as much as a blur. Traversing the roof tops of the city it wasn't long before the obsidian lightning was where the carnage was. Of blood seeped streets and the smell of death. Moving faster then even the vampire could percieve Kara had reached the surface and began a long chain of attacks. The speed of just under a thousand mph was nothing to Kara who moved naturally at over five times that. It was easiest to just follow the craters and cracks that were Croft's trail of a beating.

Having dropped her swords Croft was quick to retract two blades from her forarms impaling Kara's abdomen. One could see it in those copper eyes despite broken bones and being a bloodied mess Ela thought herself a victor. She was wrong, with close proximity and a hold that prevented knock back Kara could release a flurry of blows without the slightest effort. By the time her fists stopped Ela was almost ripped in two pummeled brutally. Tossed into the air like a ragdoll in a game the spiritual guide rushed to the collection of weapons snagging the short blade once belonging to the late Kenshin.

With the help of some swift symboling the blade became two as a generic stick became a clone and the blades became laced with silver. As the falling Nazi came down Kara met her with a devasting onslaught of slashing movement. Silver cut through the vampire like butter failing to come a fraction close to Kara's strength and speed Ela saw she was not quite as close to a vampiric god as as she'd like to think.

Gathering the belongings of the teen and the murdered aunt Kara moved to free Natasha. The teen saying thanks with her eyes to ashamed to be her usual vocal self. "Your wondering what I want don't you?" There was a nod. "Your not a child you know how the world works. It's my hope to make you capable of beating someone even worse then her." Their was a smugness and doubt the gothic teen didn't think her aunt surpassable. "Believe me vampy Alianette is far worse."

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