KYD: Predators By Nature RPG

-noctivagus-

Noctivagus is said to be a domain for monsters frequented by ghouls vampires lycans and the vast assortment of other malicious creatures. It's not easy to find blending in with surroundings as expected. Once entered however it's vastly diffrent oozing of gothic atmosphere and the various sins of the night life. Ivy herself however saw it as no different then an Arcani base, or alien haven, or room of politicians.

Ghoulish features were not the trait of something terrible after all beauty was speculative. Behavior wasn't horrendous drinking blood devouring flesh such things were just the nature of the given predator. No animals will be animals the monster is the human element, the torture the rape these were acts not attributed to being a mythical behemoth. Which is one of the main reasons the slaughter in the night club would soon begin.

It's arguable if the tail is true or not but some say that Cain is to blame for some of the evils of man. Eve may have eaten the forbidden fruit but it was the greater showings of sin birthed by the murdering brother. And some sources claimed that the vampire known as Jake Malcom was a descendent of such a man. He was an ideal mark of Apex's vindictive nature. Having lost that most precious she'd given her entire self to being a weapon of revenge and judgment. Power made monsters and to eradicate the suffering from such power had to go. It seemed almost to ideal an opportunity to have uncovered such a creature as this Jake figure.

Entering the club led to almost instant acknowledgment. Half breed demons, specters and a vast cast of creatures turned to look at milk white skin and the strands of violet attire coiled about her figure. From first glance she was likely thought a witch. Those with the senses to distinguish though were quick to identify her as a mutant. And that's when an aura was cast.

The effects were fifty fifty, some were fine but others met instant change. And the results varied. Her mutation had developed to a point of targeting the extra nature of more or less any living organism. Lycans lost the beast in them, vampires were little more then blood sippers, mischievous specters turned to simple ghosts. Others however suffered no effect at all. Those not effected were who she targeted cracking her whip it burst into an arsenal of floating edges. Shooting outward carmine fluid splashed upon the dance floor as holes were torn into jugulars. Ivy wasn't in a rush she could afford a spectacle of ridding the world of more oppressive creatures. Power corrupted best cure was to simply purge without restraint.

Noctavius

Sitting in the VIP section of his club he lays his head back as a familiar uses him, her slurping sounds fill his head and slowly he looks down to see her feeding like a dog on his wrist. Smiling he rips his hand away from her and slaps her, a bittersweet slumber taken away in the blink of an eye by the wench below. He kicks her away and she tumbles, she hisses at him and he lifts her up to the wall in the blink of an eye.

"I am your god damn king and father you little whore!! You hiss at me again and you will..." Suddenly she goes limp and a nice sized hole is left where her heart used to be. A slice against Jakes skin begins to drip green. He no longer has the typical red blood pumping throughout his body, he has gotten old. Growling slightly and tossing her carcass to the side he moves to where the weapon flew, snatching what seemed tyo be a small blade from the wall behind him he sniffed it. Scoffing loudly he remarks "God damn mutants, thought I made the Lurkers give better screenings."Snapping his fingers the blinds begin to retract and he can see the chaos going on below.

Demons who once would slap the girl silly, were nothing but fools. Growling loud he bursts through the glass, in slow motion he moves through the crowd and is directly in front of the woman. Suddenly a sensation moves through his body as he stand before her, and he smirks. "Nullification huh? Sweetheart.....that wont keep you from getting hurt. So I believe you should leave before I am forced to remove you..." He stares her in the eyes and waits for her reply, hoping she moves away and never returns because hes just getting too old for this shit.

@apex_: A limo pulls in front of the club, and Rasputine, Kroenen, and Irena step out. "Irena you go back to castle skull, eric and I will be fine." says Rasputine as he and his personal body guard approach the door man, obviously a vampire. He lowers his shades peering into the vampires eyes, "Invite us inside, won't you" he says.. the vamps weak mind

"Come in, come in.. " says the vamp pushing them past others waiting patiently. scowls, hissing, spitting, and other rude remarks were heard whilst they entered.

Rasputine looked around in awe as so many different dark beings were about, going about their rituals as if it was a casual thing. The find a table with best vantage point of surveying the club and suddenly a young vampire crashes down on their table and demons begin to pursue then she bellows a high pitched tone and the demons stumble and are confused. Another vampire descends and orders her to leave, must be he guy in charge he figures.

The demons shake off the effects eventually pleading for forgiveness, whilst under the shades Rasputine sees the kings true potential as he has the sight. The Ogdru Jihad wish release and being their servant has it's perks...ie) Ogdru sight(sees true forms), spectral evocation, Morten Vivi(resurrection), absorption(dark energy consumption), Gift of the Ogdru(ability speak all tongues), Ogdru eyes(able to control thought for a short period of time). These gifts making servitude to the elder gods an easy sacrificial task.

An enforcer was spotted slashing jugulars and Kroenen caught her eye, Rasputine gave off a glow of spectral energy as to guise her attention off of him. "zes, froline" says Rasputine, "ve are ere to enjoy ze ambiance" ....Kroenen a mute says nothing just turns his buckle, his blood begins to spill over the floor attracting attention of those whom crave it. It wasn't his blood after all but a ruse to escape into the crowd leaving Rasputine to his own accord. Kroenen enter an open passageway he finds behind a lounge chair. Crawling up as a ladder is visible just on the other side of the wall. Kroenen turns the buckle back to original position re-inflating and arriving at the top of the ladder in the second floor service hallway.

Rasputine begins to mingle, and discuss his plan to free the gods of chaos. Trying to recruit followers to his cause, speaking like a pastor to a darker flock.

@jake_malcom:

There was a new arrival, efforts of recruitment and sermon flowed from his tongue. And perhaps he'd fall into the list of people to die this night but for the moment Ivy's eyes were selective centered on a single target. For all those who wished to deny her such company they were soon purged from the face of the earth.

At first the opposition could get close to her almost landing effective blows. As time went on however they were pushed back further and further. By the time the star of the show arrived Ivy seemed untouchable in her bladed dance, her whip reformed after her entry and now had it raining severed ligaments. The dance floor having become littered with corpses and their scattered parts. The crowd thinned however as the obvious grandest of vampires in the building if not in general entered the room.

Apex posed with one foot on a lycan's back, heel crushing the spine her whip coiled around the beast's throat. She politely let the necromancer speak before tugging on her whip. The werewolf's head plopped to the surface gushing further carmine fluid along the floor as the whip returned to it's original blade form.

"You're right it takes a bit more then that one trick. But who in this world only has one trick? The only one who needs to be removed tonight is you. I'd much rather simply claim your head and be done with it: course if you wish for a more prolonged death I can't stop you." Of course she doubted this was a man who'd just submit but a bit of dialogue was useful. For the longer the conversation the better her other mutation was. Besides the nullification ability she was also a precog. The longer fights went on the sharper it got tiling scales often in her favor.

@apex_: "Fro lien, I love vat you've done wit das place" says Rasputine, Kroenen, whom was secluded comes out of the shadows to stand in front of his master.

standing on waiting for orders. Rasputine, "Ve are not here to fight, merely enjoy das place" says Rasputine. Kroenen does a display of his guile....

Rasputine "Das only a show" his words flowing a spectral essence....like smoke from a dragons breath....his claps for Kroenen whom once again stands at attention. The essence absorbing back into the aura around him.

@encriptor: @apex_: His lip curled into a snarl almost animalistic as he did so.Something about this woman irritated Jake beyond anything he had dealt with before, even the Hellsings were not nearly as grating as this woman before him was. A duo of a Russian and a mechanical man was off in the distance of the club floor, he ignored them for now as they were not threatening him directly. There energies were not something he wanted to deal with, especially since he was for all intents and purposes a human again.

Feeling the warmth of the blood or lack of blood in his body. He quickly dropped low and sprawled out, as he did a geyser of Necroplasm moved over his head and moved directly for the woman and her weapons. Gripping the ground below his finger tips he pulled and launched himself at her, he may now be human but his knowledge of magic and blood magic along with nearly 3000 years of life were not to be forgotten. Moving into a run he leaped over her and uttered something hellion "Guth Gathagan, Ickthen. Fire burn deep!" As he barked the incantation from the Hellion Necronomica. Fire surrounded and closed in around the woman as Jake made a mad dash to the lower levels of the Noctavius.

@jake_malcom:

Distracted by others fire engulfs her flame decorates her skull in horrific display. Charred black with boiling blood and liquified eyes the beauty falls. Such is the premonition in Ivy's mind, she sees the failure and in that moment knows her counter measure. It's simple really she's able to move with enough speed to outrun bullets. Her hands can move at such pace they're almost invisible. Her whip spins about her with enough momentum to propell the flame away she steps from the raging inferno unscathed. She does feel the necromatic energy tied to flame, knows her soul should be burning. But the predator bears no soul she parted with humanity for the pursuit of vengeance.

Her whip breaks apart to it's many blades and shoots downward. A circular piece of he dance floor falls to the depths below Ivy upon it not so much as flinching at the drop. "Running is futile Malcom have the decency to die with some dignity." She wants more she Cain to hunt a wolf not a sheep. Her whip reforms and then reaches for the necromancer. She wants to yank him towards her, of course she'd prefer her whip to be coiled around the mans throat but anywhere will do. It's all apart of the effort to close distance so that her fist may collide with the rib cage. There's enough force behind her appearance to shatter concrete. To break bones in a way that internal bleeding was definite.

@apex_:

Moving quickly and dodging all the flying projectiles, Jake can feel the blood pumping through his veins now. He was a human now, but a human with the years and training of over two thousand years. Moving around the flying blades was easy for a man who had fought in so many wars and conflicts, dodging bullets would of been more difficult for the now human Jake. But what he was not expecting was the chain to wrap around his neck and pull with enough force to send him flying, he felt his body go limp as it sailed through the air towards the voluptuous female vixen. Her fist dove into his rib cage and he felt every rib pop and snap like a twig behind her fist, spitting blood he was amazed at how red his own blood still was. No longer was it the dark green it had been, he gripped her throat for a moment then let go with a smile. "Goith Noiga" a blinding bright flash of necroplasm filled the area around him and her. It domed over the two and mixed with hellfire as it solidified for a brief moment as Jake held up his hands keeping it above the two.

He had never handled hellfire, but the hellion magic almost exclusively called for it in its magics, something he had made sure never to use unless it was the last ditch effort in a fight. Falling to his knees he smiled as the ceiling of the necroplasm and hellfire began to decay and drip. It hit his shoulder and sent a wave of pain flowing through his entire body, but he just smiled as he slowly began to die. A rib had punctured his heart and lungs, smiling as the moment he died his arms would fall and they both would be doused in the highly acidic mixture. "You were not what I expected to be my final moments to be, but you were quite fun. Maybe this meeting was short lived, but I die knowing that your going with me, or the very least Im going to ruin that pretty face of yours....bitch..." coughing up blood in heaps his arms fall and so does the necroplasm and hellfire dome.

@jake_malcom:

Once more Ivy saw her death her body charred and this time acidic necroplasm added to the mix. Watched as her skin fell apart and tears of necroplasm placed holes in her muscles insides. But the question was, would it be enough to end her? All the Arcani training made her a frightening weapon not for her skill or even her determination but for the raw precognitive and nullification power. Hard to kill someone almost always holding all the cards.

Her fist impacted with beautiful force the fight over almost in that very moment. Of course she knew his plan and was relatively ready for it. "Sorry it's not my time yet, perhaps you'll save me a seat down there?" Uncoiling her whip from the necromancer Ivy instead had it wrap around her. It couldn't cover her entirety but it would cover her vital organs and her head. Her non armored hand would be gone, her legs a mangled mess and certain parts of her figure not covered a ghastly display of gore.

Heart still beating though once the attack ended Ivy could begin the healing process of Khuenaten. The meditative state for a grandmaster could regrow limbs, but she was past even the grandmaster. It wouldn't be more then a collection of minutes before she could stand once more. Upon her departure she'd try to stomp whatever remains of the grand vampires skull into oblivion. Wanting to insure as polished a demise as possible for her prey.