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Thread: Coup de Ville

As much as events like these were good for business, Sophia really could have done without the violence. She watched in relative horror as the minotaur and the golem ganged up on the werewolf. Before she could do anything to help, she was distracted by someone trying to touch her, she snapped her finger and his hand caught on fire. As he screamed and tried to put it out, she managed to get away, but she'd lost sight of the man. She hoped that he wasn't dead. It was getting a little too intense on the ground here, so she closed her eyes, hugging herself and then disappeared, reappearing higher up on a fence, watching the whole thing go down as the wall of death was formed. Well this was turning out to be quite a drag. Sophie sighed and pushed some of her crimson locks out of her face, watching the action below, preferring to be the one who cleaned up and out in the aftermath. In the midst of it all, there was the werewolf and there was the vampire, and the looked ready to kill each other. Briefly she wondered if she should intervene. After all they could both easily end her. And even if she did separate them from the group, there was no guarantee that they would be able to stop once they'd begun. If she were to remove one....that was a stupid idea. He'd just be a crazy bastard and try to kill her. No, the best thing to do was watch and wait...and heal them both for a nice fee.
Thread: Coup de Ville

Hearing the werewolf's declaration of violence Daz's smile intensified to the point where he looked madly insane. His eye's where so large it looked inhuman and the twisted smile on his face didn't help. Letting the senseless berserking essence of this 'slaughter mosh' take him over he laughed shrilly like a mad clown. Throwing up his metal horns again towards the wolf, he groaned with mind numbing pain. The impact had broken his spine, cracked his neck bones, and fractured several of the vampire's ribs. But oh how good it was to be undead, these things where so trivial. In a near instant his bones all snapped back into place and healed with a loud wet crunching sound. Screaming into the werewolfs face, he dug his claws into his collar bone as the fell towards the ground. Flipping the werewolf over so that he would land onto of it. Daz rapidly threw punches at his face, there where so many of them his arms appeared only a blur. Kicking off of the wolf and taking flight before he hit the ground with him, Daz hovered above in the air. Dropping down out of the sky like a Hawk he zoomed towards the werewolf. Showing animal like flexibility Daz turned over so that his back was facing the ground. Placing his left hand ontop of his right fist, he pushed down with his left hand he slammed his right elbow into the wolfs ribs. Once he heard a crunch he continued to do it. Vanishing for a moment he was now using his top speed, too much for even an alpha wolf. Daz's maker had been an ancient, thus even though he wasn't 1000 yet, his stronger blood put him on equal standing with an elder. Flurrying his punches at the wolfs face again, he knew he would heal but he enjoyed painting his face red anyways. Wrapping his legs around the wolfs chest he placed his hads upside down on the ground behind him, flipping the wolf into the air. The next moment he was coming at the wolf from the side, twisting his entire body and slamming his shin into the wolfs midsection so hard that his leg broke from the force. As he fell back towards the ground he hissed with delight to see what the wolf would do. Screeching again, he saw a bottle of blood tequila flying through the air. Catching the bottle he popped the top off and drank it all down. Tossing the broken bottle on the floor and laughing as seconds later a troll slipped and fell on top of the shattered glass.
Thread: Coup de Ville

For just a few moments, Reagan remained tensed and ready to uncoil yet again, knowing with absolute certainty that that vampire was going to come on back without a scratch on him. He wasn't sure when or where he was about to show up, however. For all he knew, he could appear right out of nowhere and then sucker punch him out of nowhere. At least, that was what he was told about them in the past. After all, they made the perfect assassins. It would be a full minute before he sensed it, making Reagan turn his attention towards that smell. It was that damned vampire yet again, all healed up from the werewolf's thrashings, smirking at him after cracking his neck back into place. At his suggestion to just all out destroy each other, Reagan flashed him a grin before he nodded in reply. Now you're speaking my language! Reagan snarled at him before he rushed forward again, talons completely extended once more. Just as he got within striking distance once again, Reagan slashed his right hand out, looking to rip anything out of him he could get his hands on. But the thing was, he swung on and missed. What?! He shouted out before he looked around before wailing out in pain once again when he felt those fangs of the vampire's sink into the underside of his arm. Looking down, he saw the vampire there and attempted to take a swipe at him, only to come empty again! Soon enough, Reagan put his arms up over his face as much as he could to at least try and defend himself from being sliced and bitten into, but it was proving to be the werewolf's undoing as he eventually lowered his arms, resulting in him getting bitten there and then bashed in the face by the vampire. When Reagan tried to shake the cobwebs out of his head from the punch, he then felt the vampire's hand punch a hole right through his chest, causing Reagan to pause with a gasp as he froze. Looking down, he saw the shocked look on the vampire's face and only glared at him savagely. Not gonna do the job, huh?! Reagan snarled out to him. Then I guess I'll have to do it FOR YOU!!! Slowly, Reagan raised his arms in a X, catching the vampire's stuck arm and holding it there, preventing him from using it to push in any deeper than it was already. With him still holding onto the vampire's arm, Reagan lifted him up off of the ground with nothing more than pure adrenaline that was still heatedly pumping through his veins, even if some of it was spilling out from the wound in his chest. With a hard shove of his crossed arms into the vampire's trapped one, he kept pushing harder and harder at it, eventually getting it to break with the amount of force he used. Once Reagan's hands were up high enough, the werewolf brought them back down with a tremendous amount of force and speed, ripping his talons through the vampire's stomach area, nearly eviscerating him.
Thread: Coup de Ville

Feeling his arm snap the vampire shrieked in pain, and made a even more disturbing groan when he had been slashed across the stomach. Looking down to his guts hanging out from his open stomach his look of pain slowly turned into a smile as he drew his arm back preparing to attack him again he noticed that the song had ended. Suddenly there was the friendliest smile across Kadaz's face, and he had wrapped his arms around the wolf embracing him in a hug like they where brothers. Good moshing freund..You are from Germany ya? I can taste it in my blood...I like your country. You all always did know how to party. The vampire said as he pulled away from the wolf. Kadaz's accent was strange, it was heavy but unrecognizable as being singular, sounding more like a fusion between different dialects. There was African though the specific region was difficult to determine but there was also French, Indigenous tone from the Americas, Cantonese, Mandarin, and oddly Ukrainian. As the band slowly left the stage and the intermission came about. Daz smile never left his face for an instant he was heavily intruded by this werewolf. Normally when he met a lycanthrope they madly attacked him with no real care about whether he paid any mind to the feud or not. This one seemed to go about things in his own way, and he seemed to be very strong. It wasn't just the moshing and fighting with Reagan that told Daz that he was strong but it was also in his blood. Come we should go do the drinking now! The vampire said as he reached upward grabbing the wolf by the collar and rushing off towards the bar with a smile. Stopping his head snapped to the side in a blur after an intriguing scent on the air caught his attention. Being a nosferatu...He could sense when there was something he would like around it was a...instinctual sort of thing. Setting his eye's on the witch that seemed to be scoping himself and Reagan out from across the room, his curiosity grew. Licking his fangs he would have approached her, but he could tell she was a witch it was something about the aura that humans had when they dabbled in magic that gave them away. Deciding it best not to approach her, he had no desire of being a frog that would burn in the sunlight. I think she is liking you mein fruend. Daz said with a laugh as he approached the bar. The anthro bunny behind the counter was certainly a sight for sore eye's with her spiky decorations, pert breasts and skimpy outfit. Ordering himself some blood whiskey and a bottle of vodka for the wolf he turned around to see if Reagan would approach the human. Sorry about the wait you guys.
Thread: Coup de Ville

Amused and, frankly, amazed, Sophia watched from her little place as the vampire whose stomach had been gored and whose arm had most definitely been broken readied himself for another attack, healing almost instantly and then draw the were into a hung instead. She raised an eyebrow noticing that a good deal of the violence had stopped when the music did. It was difficult to stop staring at them after all that. It was almost like watching what humans had dubbed reality tv. It was awful...but you just had to know what happened next. She was a little surprised when the vampire turned and seemed to look right at her. Blinking a little, raising her eyebrows, she returned the gaze, keeping cool. What did he want, she wondered. No matter. She could take care of herself if he decided to try anything. Though she really wished she wouldn't have to. He seemed to be trying to get the were to look at her as well. Rather than wait to see if this would be auspicious or not, the redhead gave up her place as a wall flower and moved into the crowd, disappearing behind a large troll and reappearing just an instant later at the other end of the bar, ordering a glass of brandy. She was going to need it if the concert-goers wanted her help. Speak of the devil, up came the girl from earlier. Can I help you miss? The demon woman pointed to what appeared to be her date. He was in bad shape. With a nod and a long drink of her brandy, Sophie turned to face him, recited an incantation and moved her hands over him without actually touching any part of him and then released him good as new. After a gruff thanks, they bought her another drink and went on their way. Gee, thanks kids, she grumbled, whispering a little something about impotency in the future before smiling at the bartender and just sitting back, enjoying her drink.
Thread: Coup de Ville

For the most part, before the song ended, Reagan's arms were still outstretched behind him, each of his talons stained stained a crimson red as he looked at the vampire with a look of pure and unbridled aggression, his breath ragged and hard. He was waiting for the vampire to make the last move before he noticed the band had now begun to leave the stage. What was even stranger to him was when he then felt the vampire draw him in for a hug, and there wasn't a single hint of aggression in the air now. Strange, he wondered. Here they were nearly ready to rip each other's heads clean off to the insanity the music provided when after that, the vampire was as friendly as a cat. Still, at least the two stopped before any more carnage broke out. Nodding his reply to the vampire with a small smirk on his face, he was half about to slowly take the vampire's arm out of his chest before he felt him do it for him anyway. No doubt that was going to require some mending on his end, he figured. Oh well. At least it'll heal properly, he figured. Da, komrade, Reagan answered him plainly. But you are also forgetting that I'm also part Russian as well. Very equal mix, I might add. He added with a bit of a grin. But you're right. The night is young, there are beautiful girls around us and plenty of alcohol for all. He concluded as he extended his arms out and looked around the general expanse of the area before suddenly getting tugged along by the collar, making him growl at him with a bit of aggravation in his face. Just because he might have been a damn good mosher sure as hell didn't give him any right to just drag him around as though he was a little pup. It was annoying. But upon arrival at the bar, Reagan's aggravation was soon squashed as he looked over to the bar with a nod of his head and a smile over to the vampire as he made his way over to whoever it was he had his eye on while he went over to the counter and settled into a seat. However, his words would indeed ring true when he began to pick up on the smell of a human female here, making him veer his eyes over to the side where he spotted her also. But unlike the vampire, Reagan didn't exactly have the acute senses that dictated to whether or not she had magical properties just yet, but all good things come to those who wait and with plenty of practice as well. As far as he knew, it was just a regular human female that was at the bar looking a tad out of place in a place such as this. Glancing back at the vampire's words, he simply arched a brow at him before he shook his head with a smile before knocking his hand down on the counter towards the barkeep, informing him that he would like to place an order for himself, consisting of a vodka stinger with a whiskey back. After he acquired his drink a short while later, he decided to move over to the female in the area, seemingly ignoring the fact that his chest was still healing after getting the vampire's hand driven into it then nodded his head to her in greeting before he spoke. What brings you here? He asked her directly on approach.
Thread: Coup de Ville

The redhead was happily enjoying her drink, curious about whether or not her time here would be worth all the trouble, when along came the were from earlier. Curious, she turned to him as he nodded at her. She became well aware of the scent of blood and the healing process he was going through as she caught sight of more of him. His question threw her for a loop. Well that's an odd thing to ask, she said with a smirk, holding up her glass and shaking it a little as if to say, Duh. She chuckled a little and took another sip of her drink, watching him with stormy grey eyes. Who are you that wants to know? she asked, tilting her fiery head. She found his eyes to be utterly fascinating. The golden color was uncommon in humans, and it was often rare in weres. To have that kind of color, she imagined, he must be relatively pure as far as power and lineage went. Then again, she didn't know all that much about weres, so she really wasn't the one to consult. His fighting had been quite impressive--but his aggression had been unchecked. Far more people could have gotten hurt. And if her first customers of the night were any indication, she couldn't make a ton of money off of them. But she might have free drinks for the rest of her life. Shrugging it off, she gave him her full attention, curious to know what he might want with her.
Thread: Coup de Ville

Reagan only gave a bit of a snort before he turned his head to the side a bit and smirked somewhat. It wasn't really so much a hard question to ask a person, especially if they stuck out worse than a big toe in a convention of snapping turtles. He would then shrug his shoulders a bit before looking back at the female, aiming his eyes of gold down to her before he took another sip of his drink while crossing his arms over his broad chest. She definitely had quite a bit of spunk in her. That much was hard to find in this area that mostly doms say this and subs do that. Either way, she had his undivided attention now, even as a few random patrons came by and swatted him on the back from his awesome mosh with the vampire from earlier. Reagan. He said simply to the redheaded woman while quirking a brow at her and then pointed a finger at her in return. And who is this lovely lady I am addressing? He asked as he then moved his hand that was holding his drink off to the side then leaned forward to take his other hand and curl it around hers with a bow, kissing her knuckle respectfully.
Thread: Coup de Ville

Well, at least he had a sense of humor, she thought to herself. His name was different too. Unique was the word she'd been grasping for. Clearly, this night was only going to get more interesting. Sophia, she said, nodding her head in greeting, raising an eyebrow as he kissed her hand. She chuckled and shook her head. It never ceased to amaze her that men still found that charming. Well, at least he wasn't being presumptuous...yet. Besides, he was still kind of bleeding. Oh there's no need for such formality. Or familiarity, she teased, gently removing her hand from his grasp. But let me do you a favor, yes? She moved her hand to his chest, just over the wound, but not touching him. She whispered something in Latin and her hand glowed blue, his own healing process speeding up with the aid of her magic. Once it was all healed, she said a little something extra to remove the blood and pressed her hand there. One freebie for the man with the golden eyes, she said, standing closer to him quite suddenly. After a moment, she smirked and removed her hand again, turning to her glass and emptying it. Ordering another, she sat back down and moved some hair out of her face, wondering if he had known that she was a witch, or assumed that she was simply a human.
Thread: Coup de Ville

No need for formality? Reagan pondered to himself as he listened to Sophia with another quirk of his brow and a shake of his head despite he was clearly smiling at her. Well, can't say I can agree with it, but at least I don't plan on arguing with her about it. He thought with the same smile on his face and nodded at her once more. Soon enough, he would see her hand nearing the ragged looking wound on his chest and uttered something before watching her hand glow unnaturally and after some time, he would see that his wound would seal up entirely by both his own healing factor and whatever spell she wove over. Looking up to her when she then used another spell to dissipate what blood was there as well, he simply smiled at her before nodding his head at her once again even as he saw her come a little more closely to him. No, no, no. He answered with a shake of his head and a wave of his hand. I don't feel that's fair. He added as he kept his smile on his face. I feel as though there should be a degree of payment that we can agree upon, wouldn't you say? He asked as looked over to his drink and then downed the rest of it rather easily, hissing through his teeth as he brought the glass down onto the counter beside him then turned his eyes back to her.
Thread: Coup de Ville

She could tell he was old-fashioned--at least in his manners. Not that it was a bad thing, necessarily. Just it was easy to tell. As if the hand-kissing wasn't a dead give-away. It surprised her that he didn't argue, however. A pleasant surprise. He didn't seem to be shocked by her abilities, which was, admittedly a little bit of a let down. Then again, it was nice to know that someone existed that didn't automatically judge a book by its cover...entirely. Taking up a fresh brandy as he downed the rest of his drink, she was surprised that he actually wanted to pay her. Unless it was a come-on, and if it was, she couldn't resist a little smirk. Oh? You want to pay me for my talents? Well, well. I wonder what you would pay me with, Reagan. She took another sip of the drink and savored the taste as she felt the alcohol spreading heat through her system. Make an offer.
Thread: Coup de Ville

I'd ask what manner of magician are you, but then again, what's the point? I don't ask about your profession, and nothing is said about me in return. Reagan answered with a nod of his head and the same smile on his face before it became a bit of a smirk as he once again crossed his arms in front of his chest then quirked a brow at her interestingly as he stepped a little bit more closely to her, almost to the point where his arms almost came into contact with her chest, mainly because of his height and overall width in his altered form. Since you've already done me a fine service of mending my wounds, I feel as though I am indebted to your service. That said, is there anything you would like me to do for you? Reagan then spoke with a nod of his head. Besides, a woman of your many talents possibly has some need for someone who also has a great deal of talents himself. He added as he lifted a hand up and gestured it towards her.
Thread: I have a question...obviously :)

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Thread: I have a question...obviously :)

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