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

[slipperysoul]

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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[master_helsing]

[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.

[slipperysoul]

[ 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.

[bloodthirsts]

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!

[slipperysoul]

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. ]

[angel_of_death]

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.