Supernatural Supremecy RPG

[Anaclagon]

Draco narrowed his eyes...he felt something...somebody was near. He had noticed some activity from the docks but it wasnt supernatural..in order to keep his presence a secret..the Dhampir continued to stay in the shadows and continued to search the area but not without having one of his hands clutch one of his magums..It seemed the Dhampir wasnt there at all..there was no sound or anything in that matter to give away the man's presence.

[Raptor Llama]

Two men started walking past the docks. They said, "Hold on captain, we have one more food storage crate." Unaware of Hank's presence, they picked it up, and started walking it in the boat. Then, someone on the boat said, "OK, just bring it lower deck, and we should be find. Are all supernatural specimens sealed and ready?"
"Ya, they're taken care of."
Hank suddenly felt nervous. These guys were experimenting on supernaturals. He would have to be careful. Was this the origin of the immune to silver wolf? Was that an experiment that escaped? If it was, he might have something to talk about to these men...

[Anaclagon]

The activity of the men were drawing Draco who stood on the top of a warehouse..covered in the darkness..his crimson eyes staring down at the activity. His ears have heard something..something that provided a threat. If he was correct and heard right..these men were transporting supernaturals..this couldnt happen..the ship had to be destroyed along with its cargo. A simple way was to set the ship ablaze by destroying the fuel tank but the Dhampir needed to confirm and hear more..and then he would make his move..

[Raptor Llama]

Drake was put into a room with many other crates. The men left the room, and locked it. Hank silently got out, then went right next to the door. The next time they came for food, he would strike. He had to think of something. If he could unlock some more supernaturals, he could have a crew to take it.

A man on the top deck was talking to another man.
"If this is the town our Desh escaped in, then we must hunt him down and seize him."
"Do you realize that he is possibly the only wolf immune to silver? He won't be an easy catch."
"Yes, but if we can get him, it will be well worth it. Too bad the government isn't funding us like they used to..."
"I don't know... I think we should find a way to make them loyal to us before we do things like that. That would gain the government's trust."
"I've already said this. We can't make them mindless slaves. It's just not possible. Besides, we lost the government's support because Desh escaped. If we catch him, we will once again gain their support. And I know just the thing to catch him."
"Which is?"
"Yale. He is a loyal vampire and could soon be immune to garlic once we get those tests with the others through. He is already resistant to sunlight, and we can send him on the job. While we're in Florida, transporting these guys to our station there, he can be bringing Desh to us... alive."
"Ya, too bad Yale died in a recent mission."
"He did? Dammit! Well, we will find someone else..."

[Evil Eye]

Pyro knew that he wouldnt be safe in here forever, and for all he knew, he was being tracked, and at that, headed out, going in the vague direction of the docks where he could hear activity.

[Anaclagon]

"Draco to home one..Draco to home..do you read me?" Draco asked..silently, his crimson eyes staring dead forward at the docks. He needed the green light to engage..obviously, what was going down in the docks was something that had to be stopped. They had to die along with the supernaturals that were carried..the world was better without them.
"Draco, this is home one..what is it?" The voice on the other line asked.
"I'm asking permission to engage local pirate activity..their transporting supernaturals too Florida..I have a chance to kill them right here..right now"
"Hold your fire..find out more, we need to know where their transporting...it looks like your hitching yourself a boat" The voice said.
"I dont intend on leaving..there has to be another way..let me kill them before things take a turn for the worse" Draco responded angrily.
"Sorry..but our conversation has reached the superiors and are ordering you too board the ship and find out their headquarters. The assassins in Florida will meet up with you but until we know where they are sending these supernaturals in..you will not engage them" The voice responded.
"Understood..mission accepted" Draco then stated before turning off the comlink. He spoke lowly to avoid being caught as he watched the event going on..if he was going too Florida...he better find a way on evading secuirty and sneak aboard.

[Tediz]

Gunther cocked his head. "Umm... Sir. Wisp didn't show herself. You ran into her on accident."

[TyrannoTitan]

OOC: Just so everyone's clear, the original city that SSRPG took place in (And many of the characters still reside in) is NYC, while Drake and co. are in Florida, this information isn't aimed at anyone, its just to clear any confusion...RL, if you haven't checked with Zeph about this plot or whatever you are currently doing, I'd suggest you do. As for the "tests", people making their characters lose those natural weaknesses is actually powerplaying, which is obviously frowned upon...

Two glowing golden eyes began moving down an empty street, seemingly disembodied and floating mid-air. The entity was approaching the same nightclub its associate had invaded, using a more subtle method of gaining victims, its influence as powerful as its master's. Simply being around the entity caused a nagging voice in any being's head, slowly convincing it against its own beliefs, turning the beings into cultists without them even realizing it...

[The Kingpin]

Drake nodded at Wisp, looking at Gunther for a moment, a passively dangerous look in his eyes as he said "Hunther, though i appreciate you trying to clarify things, I'd preffer you let the people i was asking speak for themselves. you'll get your turn to talk". he eyed Wisp again, his gaze losing it's dangerous edge now that he had most of his questions answered, saying "And why a Nightmare of all things? there must've been something less dangerous to track Velkor down with?"...

[dinoman666]

"It was the only thing I could find that wasn't too obvious," replied Wisp impatiently, wanting to watch the movie peacefully. "Not many other things I can control can get into Velkor's head and stay there."

[Zephyr]

Moriarty and Flint ran ahead of the rest of the pack down the dark streets. Boss, we need to stop the others cant keep up. Flint said looking behind him watching the pack now reduced from almost thirty strong to a little more than a dozen members. Moriarty hit the brakes as he almost lost balance and fell to the curb. He was gasping for breath, as Flint stopped beside him dropping to the ground in exhaustion. We have to keep moving, Moriarty said after a little while. They're not going to let us get away whether they got the goods back or not. One younger member of the pack suddenly began throwing up. We've been running for miles no way they could catch up with us, lets just take a break, gather our strength if we really need to make another run. Moriarty hesitated for a moment taking long deep breaths. Finally he nodded and walked over slumping down by a trash bin. Flint just lay back on the ground gripping his chest as his heart raced faster than ever, just beginning to ease up and slow itself.

[The Kingpin]

"Well apparently, neither was the Nightmare" said Drake, finally looking at Gunther. "Now, you can talk. first question, why did they send you to Wisp? you'd think they'd have a better sense of resourcefulness than to randomly send an agent somewhere without a defined objective" he said...

[Raptor Llama]

(Messaged Zeph. As for the "tests", the only one is Desh. The rest are dead NPC's, as far as I know.)

Hank knew it wouldn't be sunlight for quite a while, but he wanted to lightly sleep through this travel. He curled up right in a corner, covered by a box, and drifted asleep, ready to wake up to a pin drop.
The Captain aboard said, "Crew, we are leaving right now! Prepare for departure!" As he said that, he pushed forward on the throttle, as they went toward Florida...

[Anaclagon]

Draco had no choice as he leaped off the warehouse..using the shadows to hide him. He had to go to florida..find their base of operations..report too the Assassins in Florida and then execute a plan to kill all involved in the trade. The Dhampir was swift, using his enchaned abiltities to leap and clutch himself to the vessel. He would have to remain hidden for some time as he awaited the destination..

[Raptor Llama]

Hank woke up. He thought he heard something. He did see that assassin. Was he really that persistent? He doubted it. But he still stayed up a bit, waiting for anything that might happen...

[Anaclagon]

Draco looked around..his crimson eyes searching the area..he could not engage..at all costs. The Dhampir then proceeded to sprint into the shadows, stay evasie and hidden. He needed to search the area while prepare himself for the unexpected..with his speed, he shoudl be able to avoid most security..perhaps the lower decks were better places to hide in..

[Evil Eye]

Pyro, in the form of a tall human now, had come upon a ship loaded with other supernaturals, arriving just in time to see a humanoid figure make a huge leap onto it, and with athletic abilities of that level, he had to at least be part vampire. "Just my luck," he thought, "Its prob'ly the same dhampire from before, he has almost identical features." One of the blades on Draco's wrist caught the little light coming down and glinted. He reverted to a demon form, and, deciding it would be a giveaway if he let fire streak behind him, used his enormously large wings to silently swoop through the air and onto the ship, trying not to get his attention. He then turned into a snake and slithered around the cabin and down the stairs...

[Raptor Llama]

Hank was now fully awake, right beside the door, ready to strike whoever came through at any given moment...

[Anaclagon]

Draco continued to patrol around..he looked towards the stairwell which led into the lower decks, his crimson eyes glaring downward towards the door. Suddenly..the sounds of several humans in the distance caught his attention as the Dhampir used his supernatural speed to quickly dash across the corner..peering at the sight of the two humans on the deck, their conversation was rather pointless. Draco suddenly turned his head..something has changed..something not right. Things may not go accordingly to plan..the captain had to be found, perhaps he held important information..

[Raptor Llama]

Hank knew someone was near. He couldn't kick open the door; that would be too loud and would attract attention, possibly set off an alarm. He was, however, urging to get out. He needed to find whoever was there. He continuously peeked out the door, yet still no one was there.