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they ask me if i feel remorse and i answer, why a'course

Who: Angelus & YOU
When: Anytime from this past Wednesday to next Tuesday night
Where: ANYWHERE
Summary: Angelus is on the prowl. Offer yourself up for food, fight, or death.
Warnings: Gore...... gore, and more gore?

[ Though Angel might have walked through the night like it was his, he didn't own it. Just that fact alone tore Angelus up inside -- all the wasted opportunities, all the potential, just thrown away.

Because Angelus walked through the night and wrapped it around his fingers until it broke in half, twisted people and blood and torture until they painted masterpieces that only he could see. He made it part of himself, part of his whole being and let shadows flow through his veins like the blood that had turned to dust long ago.

Every single night since he'd lost his soul, Angelus carved a path through the Port and took down people everywhere he went, left corpses in his wake and the echoes of screams ringing in his ears. The last thing he intended on doing was stopping, and he was going to make up for every second of time Angel had wasted. ]

[ ooc; OKAY GUYS, so here's the deal. Tag in with times/dates (has to be from this wednesday to.. next monday or tuesday) and locations of your characters so that I know where Angelus... needs to be for whatever we've decided on (be it fighting, eating, or killing). Apart from that, give me at least a little bit to go off of, and we'll go from there!

Thanks! ]

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[Godric moves through the night, suddenly appearing when he realizes he's on Angelus' 'turf'.]

Fine night. [He says, shirtless and with blood dripping off him.]]

[ Angelus basically thinks everything his turf, but for the moment he's just waiting. Watching. ]

Could be better. [ a beat ] Nice look you got there.

Ripping through jugulars is busy work. [He looks up at him bored.]

Always thought of it as less busywork and more of... oh, I don't know-- An art form. Or entertainment, at the very least. [ Godric, how are you so short. Not that Angelus doesn't know that you're older than him... but still. Jokes are awfully tempting. ]

Death isn't something beautiful. It is simply a necessity. [Try and crack a short joke, Mr. Forehead.]

You really are taking all the fun out of it, you know. [ Short stuff. ]

Maybe it isn't supposed to be fun. [But it so was.]

And why not? Because we're not supposed to play with our food?

Oh no, do play. Play all you want.

Sound a little more excited, why don't you.

[Mercy normally made it home before sirens. Especially with vampires out on the prowl - she had too much experience from back home to not respect a vampire. But tonight, she'd needed the night air - as fetid as it was in places - and two feet.

Still, she'd brought the stick. "Nothing he built but what couldn’t become a spear when needed." That was what the oakman had said and she'd watched it spear a vampire. She was feeling quite comforted with having the thing with her.

Her senses were wide, alert. Mercy wasn't an idiot. She knew she was taking a risk. And she hadn't work the sheep - just in case she had to shift. She smelled it. Vampire. She knew that smell all too well. There was something... not quite human, but not quite dead about it.

Her pace quickened. Mercy doubted she could make it home, but she wasn't going to not try...]

[ She could try as hard as she wanted, really, Angelus didn't mind. That was half the fun of it after all -- the fight, the struggle, watching someone fight for their last gurgled breaths. Why torture at all if you didn't enjoy the effects. Not that he had torture in mind, but more simply, the hunt.

Because while some vampires liked to follow behind, Angelus liked to stay ten steps ahead of everyone. It was the only way to do things right, really. Otherwise you had no advantage. And advantage was what you needed to be a couple hundred years old.

Which was why a few seconds before she passed by the alley he was standing in, Angelus stepped out onto the street in front ofher, hands buried deep in the pockets of his trench coat.

Have a smile, Mercy. ] Going somewhere?

[She stopped short. She knew too many things about vampires not to be wary of them. Holding the silver-topped walking stick, Mercy held her ground, not moving at all.

Her lip almost curled, but she managed to restrain the impulse. He wasn't Stefan and she needed to remember that. So, instead, she just cocked an eyebrow at him.]

Home.

Well, that's a boring answer. Nothing fun's gonna happen at home. [ Taking a few, wandering steps forward, Angelus was enjoying himself, just watching Mercy react.

Man, how he'd missed this. ]

[Now her lip did curl. The smell of vampire washed over her and she took a step back. Her hand tightened on the walking stick. She'd been using it kind of as a cane, but now it could be a damned weapon.

... How the hell had the oakman turned it into a spear? That would have been nice to know. Willing it? So... turn into a spear. Turn into a spear.

That wasn't working.]

Wanna bet?

[Xellos had remained true to his word and had been studying how Angelus worked, his quirks and his work. He seemed to take his hunting seriously, and though murder wasn't his favourite activity, the variety of emotions that coursed through the victims was very pleasing to him at the very least. He was different from what he was accustomed to, certainly an interesting individual.

He had been finding these nightly ventures very educational in addition to getting a good meal out of them.]

Hmmmmmm, I'm curious as to what made that one special. Did it remind you of someone or are you getting bored already?

[ Though he had tried to lose Xellos at various intervals, or at least ignore him to the best of his abilities, this time, Angelus had more than enough. He was sick of being tailed by this person, whoever he was, and he was going to end it. Now.

Wiping his mouth on a sleeve as he let the body drop, he doesn't even bother to shake free from his game face before he reared back around. ]

Think I need to remind you again that maybe you should take your little investigation game elsewhere. Because the only thing i'm about to get bored with is the fact that your face is still connected to your neck.

[Xellos stopped himself from chuckling. It really would ruin his image right now. Though the thought of a mere vampire doing anything to him he found rather hilarious. He had been treated by Angelus, albeit unwillingly, and ignorant of the benefits he was receiving. He would make an effort to seem more appropriately threatened ]

Oh, that is a scary face Mr. Angelus. I simply asked a question, I didn't mean any offense.

[He really hadn't, he was just curious.]

[ As if Angelus couldn't smell sarcasm a mile away, and he just cocked his head, irritation running as dry as the blood that had once pumped through his veins. ]

You wanna try making that a little more sincere?

[He pauses and thinks on that for a second. He rubs the back of his head.]

Well I didn't mean any offense. Your face is plenty scary looking, but one of my regular companions is known as the dragon spooker, and the enemy of all that lives.

[Lina he was legitimately cautious around, anyone who could harness that much power and also could see the big picture was dangerous. Though she didn't aim to kill innocent people, especially if she could avoid it]

[ Cambria was normally well inside by the times the siren went off. She really didn't want to linger too long, but everyone's panic and the fact that her son was out there doing who knows what (God help him if he's fighting monsters) leaves her nursing a pint for little too long a little too far away from where she was staying. She's cutting through an alley as the sirens blare, causing her to look up at the sky and wrinkle her nose in annoyance. ]

You have got to be kidding me.

[ On a nearby fire-escape, Angelus is watching. Waiting. On the prowl, as he might say. He's already taken out one poor soul so far tonight, dragged them back and away to the corner of some trash heap, and now he's back for more. And so when Cambria looks up, he's looking down and oh... does he ever remember her.

Which is why he's on his feet next to her in half a second flat, the same smirk that had carried through the video feed, still plastered onto his face. ]

Little late to be out, don't you think, babe?

[ Sometimes Cambria thinks it's the Kilgannon family trait, saying stupid shit and having it actually happen. Either that, or it's just her being The Knowledge and it's some kind of dumb cosmic joke. Because just when she thinks it's bad enough, something like this has to happen. She's about to open her mouth when the vampire is suddenly there, so fast she barely had time to blink, and she instinctively backs up and squares her shoulders. ]

Mmm-hmmmm, I'm sure you're interested in my safety and well-being. Such a gentleman.

[ The little defiant look is enough to make him laugh, but he buries it inside a smirk that curls his lips just a little too much, taking another step forward.

He always likes a little fight in the ones he picks to destroy in ways that don't just have to do with consumption, otherwise it would just takes all the fun out of it. ]

The perfect gentleman, i'll hold open all the doors, and you can just.. walk right on in. [ Voice irritatingly smooth, Angelus is in no rush. Taking his time, watching every reaction -- it's part of the art, and he loves every hideous second. ]

Hate to break it to you, but this lady is completely uninterested.

[ Which is a lie. She's curious--no, more than that. Intrigued. She's never met someone quite like this guy, quite so gung-ho about killing. And she can't help bu wonder what exactly it is that's stopped him from doing the same to her. ]

Completely? You're gonna turn me down that quickly?

[ What's stopping him? Because sometimes with the pretty ones, he likes to play with them first. He can't help it, it's a thing. Which is probably why he's starting to circle around her, just slowly enough. ]

Not like I want to take up your entire night.

[Why was it that he got the one dog, on the entire damned island, that was immune to him, but ate five times as much as he did? The damned puppy - who had a name but he felt like an idiot using it - had been out of food again and it'd taken a long walk to Sector 7 to get the food (because, only the best for her!) and then a longer walk back, carrying the food.

He should have taken the subway, but he was a bit frazzled by his powers tonight and didn't want to run the risk of a crowd. Anyway... he was fine. He had his gloves stuff in his pockets and he was carrying the pack over one shoulder. Stepping around a corner, he cursed. Mutates. Just... great. Just what he needed.

He didn't drop the bag, but he did pull his hands out of his pockets. This could get ugly...]

[ Sometimes these situations simply fell into Angelus' lap. He didn't prepare for every person he ran into, though usually he liked to as it made things easier. Being caught off guard wasn't something he enjoyed, but was bound to happen from time to time when one paused for snacks.

And in this instance, another snack had seemingly come to him. Right after he'd just finished one, dropping the woman right at his feet -- good thing he was still hungry.

Angelus was there when the other man rounded the corner, and he tipped his head slightly, kicking the corpse off to the side. Silently, just watching, he stared at the other man, waiting for something. And he got what he was looking for, the reaction enough to tell him all he needed, and he couldn't help but grin, just a little. ]

Problem?

[Kevin watched the woman fall to the ground, dead and apparently forgotten.

He looked up at the vampire. His bare hand tightened on the strap of his bag. He just wanted to go home to his puppy. That was all. He was going to stop going out. Just hide back at the house when he wasn't working.

Yeah. Right. Of course he was. Of course his mutation would let him do that.]

No sir.

[He couldn't help it.]

Maybe I could get a gun? [Seras is speaking to Abraham and Walter both, patrolling these last few nights had made her start to miss the presence of the Harkonnen. She knows she likely won't be able to get anything like that of course.] It could come in handy.

[They're walking down the dark streets of the city, searching out where they think the vampires would most be attracted to, the places most likely to have prey out at this time of night.

Seras pauses suddenly.] I can smell blood, sir... [She points at a small alleyway, she keeps her voice down of course.]

[Just prior to Seras’ interjection, Walter had taken the liberty of speaking his conscience in regards to her earlier question.]

I don’t see any reason why you shouldn’t.

[Walter had the know-how to craft pistols from raw materials, and he so happened to have accumulated a stash of ammunition with calibres ranging from as small as .25 ACP to as large as 13mm.

All thoughts of gun-making and ammunition-crafting immediately fell to the wayside when Seras spoke again.]

Fresh?

[It was a short question, and yet anything but simple. A lot of things were implied in that one little word. Was the blood fresh? Was it a little blood or a lot? And— most importantly— what was the likelihood that the attacker— or attackers— were still in the vicinity?]

[The professor agreed that the girl was far better armed. Oftentimes if a vampire is forced to use its baser instincts, an almost primal berserker-rage starts to heat their very blood.]

Give her a pistol with as many rounds as possible. Heavy weight need not be an issue.

[As he was sure they both knew well. She had already proven her great strengths to him on their most troublesome first arrival to the mansion. This would be just another task to see how well she did against another of her ilk.

The note of blood in the air lofted his brows just slight. Blood of any sort fresh or old could lead them to whom who shed it.]

I want it found. A single drop is significant.

[ All the muttering outside the alley was enough to make Angelus roll his eyes as he nudges another body into shadows of the alley. Licking his lips, he hardly cares about the woman's remains and instead turns his attentions towards the owners of the voices that just keep yammering about blood and how much of it and where it was, and Angelus was just... getting so bored with it all.

Walking out from the shadows, his hands once again find his pockets and he sighs, making a show of acting like he simply plans on walking right past. ]

Might want to go take a look for yourself boys... and girls. Seems like there might not be a lot of it left.

It's fresh.

[Then out the vampire of the hour himself emerges. Seras stares a little at his casual attitude, then points at him.] Oi! You there, halt!

You're-- [She'd been about to say 'under arrest' but...] You're not going anywhere!

No? [ Angelus just lifts a hand and wiggles his fingers in a half-mock-wave of sorts, fully intending on walking past the group and carrying on his way. ]

Sticks and stones, you know. But words can't actually stop me.

[ He doesn't even speed up his walking, fully aware that he can sleep easily into super-speed if needed. ]

You're absolutely right.

[There's a glint of blue-- of five individual filaments as they lash towards the target with all the speed of high tension wires freshly snapped. They're fast enough that even a vampire would have trouble tracing their movements.

Unfortunately, they were also dull at this point; Van Helsing had insisted on their capturing this insolent bastard of a vampire. Cutting off his head and ripping open his heart were strictly disallowed. Walter had to settle for trying to snare him instead.]

Insects like you have to be taught by force.

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thursday - during the sirens

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