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Post by Nobody on Aug 29, 2014 2:08:03 GMT
Anthony didn’t like this one bit. His lines of communication to Sabin were down. Yes he could have just called the number he’d memorized by heart. That would have proven far worse. Failure would have been met with punishments; absolute idiocy would have been met with death or worse. His mind kept running back to Sabin’s would be Kadra. Spitting at the taste of bile that rose in his throat. The least he and Harold could do would be to at least kill their target. The clues that were left at the plantation house all but gave them the address of this place. He sat watching the abandoned space. It was too easy. That made him nervous and angry. It was obviously a trap. It made matters worse that they were too far past the point of no return. Nothing to do now but go in and die or kill. He dreaded the former and had lost the taste for the latter.
This was not how challenges were done. This was not how power was taken. He felt bad as he thought of his part in this. Not bad enough to not go through with it but bad all the same. Though in truth if he was the instrument of this Remy’s death he would be the rightful Kashyapa of his nest. He would be the rightful ruler in New Orleans. The idea was tempting but even in his wild wondering he knew that Sabin would keep flouting the rules and sending more men until he got what he wanted. One unified Nest that spanned from Chicago to the Caribbean.
It was a bad idea in his estimation. It was a ludicrous notion to think that one man could rule that much space. Sabin was setting himself up for a grand failure. He was making himself too large of a target to miss. Even if he pulled it off how long before someone took a shot at the bullseye he was painting on himself. Take out one man and take control over the largest Nest in the western hemisphere. It wasn’t even just the other snakes he had to worry about. There were the vampires who ruled the cities that he had to account for as well. They were willing to by and large turn a blind eye so long as the lycanthropes handled things the old fashioned way. An internal challenge for leadership was one thing but a blitzkrieg attack on the Nests from outside the city could and he was sure would be looked on as poaching. It broke traditions simply because that was sure to result in future catastrophe.
Anthony sighed looking back and forth up the way towards the plantation house. It was quiet. It was dark and he knew they would be far too exposed but it was now or ever. This had to be wrapped up. He had to get out of dodge before whoever had set on them the previous night came back to finish them off.
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Master of Maîtres De Sang
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Post by Gates on Aug 29, 2014 2:32:48 GMT
Gates looked at the infrared prick of light resting against his chest. He smirked looking across the intervening space at the would be sniper. Remy was no fool. He knew pulling the trigger would remove any sort of leniency he could expect. Gates looked from the snake hidden in his aerie to the two snakes closing on his location. He smirked and disappeared from Remy’s sight. He gave the man bonus points from checking the upper reaches. No one looked up at least most people ever did.
The trap was set and didn’t need to be baited all that heavily. Chidera had done an admirable job. She’d set things up so thoroughly it would have taken a fool to not connect the dots. He would be sorry to banish Remy especially as he had skills that could have been useful. Sadly such actions could not be allowed to flourish. Neither in truth could Sabin’s actions but as he was the beast to call of the Master of Chicago that made things more difficult than they would need to be. If he moved directly against Sabin it would be in effect declaring war on Isadora. Defending his city was one thing seeking to engage in an assault on another in their home city was villainy most foul. He wouldn’t be that monster.
The idea tempting though it was beyond what he would have allowed himself. There was of course many other ways to drive home the point of the sovereignty of his city and others but teaching lessons was not his line of work. Besides he knew all too well that Sabin was not the sort to actually learn anything that did not align with his vision of himself and what was his.
Gliding to a stop near Chidera he opened his mind to her showing her what lay in store for the would be assassins.
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Post by Chidera on Aug 29, 2014 3:09:14 GMT
The dark beauty watched him sidle up to her and smiled, she was still ticked about her arm. Watching the snipers move in they would have to of course keep Remy from death but the other two, she was looking forward to watching drop. It was better than a mexican standoff, almost clapping like a gleeful child. Biting her bottom lip as, they get closer still.
She couldn't wait to see who would take the first shot. It was remy he spotted them first and missed somehow, or maybe it was a warning shot. She looked to Gates and shrugged as the other two opened fire back where they assumed the shot came from. Sighing Chidera would need to keep an eye on them all because she didn't need them getting the drop on Remy but part of her wondered what would be so terribly bad if he didn't make it.
No he said he wanted to banish not kill so she would do her job. Slipping from their vantage point as the men rushed the plantation almost foolishly now that they knew he was in there. what if he had booby trapped the doors?
She would have and tried not to smirk thinking it as her unnatural speed let her flow behind them silently. Relaying her position to Gates but remaining out of sight of the others still only a last resort for Remy.
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Post by Remy Saint-Vilme on Aug 29, 2014 3:40:01 GMT
Remy smiled as the Master of the City moved out of his line of sight. He’d caught the warning unnecessary as it was. He was more troubled that the Master of the City had decided to either intervene or watch. Neither option boded well for Remy. He knew Gates didn’t hold him in high regards. He unlike most of the others that occupied the area didn’t look to ride heavy over the snakes that came into the Big easy. He believed in strict policy of live and let live. He didn’t see the benefit of dictating who and who couldn’t reside in the city. He didn’t see the upside of fighting for territory. New Orleans was large enough to hold nearly every walk of life. The floods and storms had made the space even more open. There was room for everyone if people would just get out of the way of each other.
What the others couldn’t see was that just because he didn’t want to fight didn’t mean he wouldn’t. If lives were in the balance he would fight with all that he had. Which is why he was here. He’d managed to get the other nest members and their family out to a hunting shack out in the bayou. He’d had his family drive to see relatives in Mississipi. It as far as he’d heard had become an impromptu family reunion. He smirked as the two idiots charged the first floor of the plantation. He saddled up preparing for the boom. Why was it the dang blast fools never checked his resume. As the explosions rocked the foundation he swung out fast rappelling to the ground.
The charges were mostly harmless if one could consider a face full of a pound of rubber buckshot harmless. The attack was designed to stun to repel if they were smart enough. It was just enough damage to put a man on his heels. If the man was smart he would pull back and evaluate the situation. They weren’t as a second later he heard the second charge go off. Unholstering his glock he moved into the house through the now destroyed front door. Based on the charges he’d set one would belive that he was waiting on the upper floors for those that survived the shrap damage. He wasn’t in fact he was tasting the air gauging how far along in their march to death the two men were.
They’d made the mistake in thinking he would sit and wait. He eased along behind the beta not wasting any time or energy he fired a three round burst from his suppressed glock. The last two being extraneous. But better safe than dead his former unit always said.
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Post by Nobody on Aug 29, 2014 3:58:04 GMT
Anthony’s ears rang and the pain was nearly enough to force him into a shift. He was in no shape to go on and win. He was also unsure of what would happen if he tried to make his way back out as he was sure that he’d heard another explosion. He was sure that this Remy had booby trapped every way in and out of the plantation. It explained why he’d chosen such a place to hide out in. He had lead them to their deaths. He would be victorious Anthony knew there was only one way this would work out. Damn him. Damn Sabin. Damn them all. Why did these games have to be played. He was angry that Remy had deposed Sabine. He was hoping to be victorious his experience in the Merchant Marines and with the training Sabin had obtained for them should have insured that this Podunk Kashyapa would be their victim. Instead here he was bleeding and dying for what?
Sitting on the stair he’d just passed he withdrew his pack of smokes. Lighting up and inhaling deeply he savored what he was sure would be his last. The cloying sticky sweet heat of the place made it taste like no other cigarette he’d ever had. This place crawled into the bones he thought as he saw a flash of light from somewhere on the first floor. He knew that meant that he wasn’t that far behind his partner in paying for their Kashyapa’s actions in blood. Sighing he stood moving instead of up towards his death down to check on his partners state of death. He realized that was all this trip was about. What the hell he had lived bravely might as well die the same way. The least this Remy guy could do would be to kill him with his eyes open.
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Post by Chidera on Aug 29, 2014 4:36:58 GMT
Well well seems she needn't have worried the snake king had things well in hand shed watched from a safe space as boom boom, then the man repelling out the window. She almost applauded but remained statue still in the shadows of the porch. Watching Remy go in and shoot one leaving the strongest for last. Grinning softly she decided the last man needed a little push he was moving to slow for her liking.
Letting her shield down but only enough to raise the power her gaze slipping to brown fire, she put rage in his heart an angry rage at the situation at hand, at being killed like this tricked like this. All the things that had happened hitting him at once playing in his head and she knew it worked when she heard the angry shout and feet running. Seed planted she didn't need to feed it any more it wouldn't wear off till some one was dead, hearing the harsh breathing and wondering just where remy might be.
The sound of gunfire told her indefinitely where he was as he no doubt never let the other get close. Turning him into so much snake cheese, yes it was his finest moment and then thud the body landed inside. She told gates through their link that he could now approach remy. She'd also saved a little something for the last, an elephant tranquilizer.
Weres metabolized things fast so she needed something strong to drop the survivor as not to put Gates in any danger. It would take just long enough for him to hear his sentencing and then out like a light long enough to transport. Stealth and speed had her behind the man before he could turn as he had been toeing the other two on the ground. Stabbing him in the throat with the plunger and pumping him full. Then not there when he turned and looked to the ruined front doors.
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Kashyapa de l'âme d'Orléans Nest
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Post by Remy Saint-Vilme on Aug 29, 2014 6:45:57 GMT
As the man dropped Remy paused listening tasting the air. E knew where his next target was as well as where the vampires were. As they hadn’t taken any action he knew they were in fact here for him. He could accept a pyrrhic victory. He could even accept a loss as that’s what it would be f he got distracted. The mission wasn’t over and he didn’t know what the vampires were up to. They’d come in force which meant they were not underestimating him but… then he felt it the surge of power that washed over the house. He instinctively threw up his shields hard and fast. Slipping into the darker recesses of the house as the other man the alpha bellowed a battle cry. Moving with the speed that only snake lycanthropes had Remy moved to meet the man who he had prepared himself to allow to live. He had wanted the man to send a message to this ‘Good Doctor’. Instead it looked as if his disappearamce would have to suffice. The man was blind with rage he moved past where Remy had hidden himself bellowing and wasting his own oxygen supply. Remy placed two slugs into his spinal column severing it.
Adrenaline and madness carried him another two steps as he fell on his face. Paralyzed from the waist down didn’t dissuade him of his attempts to kill He scrabbled his way around his legs useless deadweight and by the strength of his arms alone tried to charge Remy yet again. Sighing Remy placed three into his skull and moved. He knew that it wouldn’t be long until the vampires would make their official appearance. He was regretting not at least putting a slug into the Master of the City when he’d had the chance. Moving into the library he holstered his glock and pulled out his detonator. He may not make it out of this mess in one piece but he would at least have sent a message. Depressing the switch he held it down as he felt them drawing closer. He would meet his maker on his terms by god he swore under his breath. He would miss his M40A5, his mamere, his family and even his Nest. Crossing his arms over his chest he forced a smile to his face.
The prick against his neck was unexpected he hadn’t thought that they would use anything as mundane as poison. It brought a laugh to him as he instinctively moved his hand to the area he was sure was already turning red. Massaging it he felt lethargy creeping over him. He fought it as best he could.
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Post by Gates on Aug 29, 2014 6:58:31 GMT
Gates reached through that nebulous bond that formed between his maker and the stuff of night fading into the shadows he appeared in the room with Remy. He looked on the Kashyapa. The man was weakened yet there was an air of defiance in him. Gates personally found it a worthwhile trait. As Master of New Orleans he found it disconcerting. Moving to the man he spotted the small device in his hand. As he was not wearing any device that was of note Gates immediately froze listening to the house settle. There it was the small answering tink emanating from the walls around them. This room was engineered to be a death trap. Gates chuckled moving to the snake sealing his hand over his.
Holding Remy up by his fist Gates moved from the library with a speed many had never witnessed him use. It was a speed born of necessity. He was unsure if the bombs Remy had hidden were proximity sensitive or merely triggered by the device in his hand. As he moved he issued a command to those gathered to retreat as far and fast as they could manage. He was unsure if the trap was designed to take the whole of the building or merely that room. He wouldn’t take chances if he could help it. He would have the place looked over by his resources as soon as the snake was tended to. Taking the device he tossed the man at Chidera’s feet.
“Bind him he is yours for the next two nights as retribution for his attempted self-destructive homicidal actions.” He was secretly pleased that the city could engender such drives to not only win but to even die on terms set by ones own will. It was troubling as if that were truly the case then he had several potential problems in the offing that would most assuredly end in bloodshed at the least.
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Post by Chidera on Aug 29, 2014 7:24:41 GMT
The smile on her face was evil pure evil, she had donned gloves as everyone backed off the house almost to the water. Silver chains would be looped around him where his clothing was but he wouldn't be able to touch it bare handed to try and pull it off or it would burn terribly. Yanking him by his new leash and throwing him into one of the air boats. Locking it to the hull so she could watch the rest of what would go on. Some one had retrieved the last two bodies they were in another boat.
Fingers tapping she contemplated maybe the twins would like to play with her new friend or Raven, or best yet Chance..yeah Chance would love him. She grinned and reached out to her telling her all about it, getting a happy buzz of response she looked at him" well dear Remy seems we have a playdate and I for one am going to have so much fun..you might not though."
His hazy eyes tracked her and he tried to spit at her but managed to get it on his chin. She shook her head not even upset because it was pitiful and she realized he would be livid when those tranq's wore off good thing they would have him secured by then. When they got the all clear she would get them to move out knowing Gates didn't even need the boats to get home knowing he wanted to finish some things here. They needed to move before he came out of his stupor.
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