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Post by endingwonderland on May 1, 2023 6:51:32 GMT
The moon hung hauntingly over Lake Michigan, reflected like a painting in an art gallery. Their feet were silent, hand trained under captain Faust these terminators knew that a single heard step could be the end of their lives, she had beaten it into them repeatedly that one mistake would get you killed, anything you could walk away from was just a minor error, but a mistake, that was fatal. The set up was glaringly obvious, a local dive bar was filled with rumors of a single nights work donating blood and a half a mil payout, of course it was Vampires. Blood bags were like doggy biscuits to the fanged blood suckers, guilt less treats that came from somewhere unknown to them, it didn't matter, the Faust didn't allow even ethical vampires to exist, all vampires were a contagion waiting to break out and they were the anti bodies. This was how she was raised, weaponized, and turned into one of the preeminent exterminators for the Saints following her father Commander Troy Faust's retirement.
"Captain." One of the subordinates pointed with their head towards a warehouse seemingly out of place on the Michigan docks. "That wasn't there last year, it's fresh." They confirmed that the location was accurate, but... something about this seemed wrong, it was too easy, usually Vampires who weren't low rank know nothings would try to conceal their activity for whatever reason, likely their enhanced UV weaponry, Vamps didn't like tangling with the Saints it was always them being caught unaware but this seemed almost intentional, meaning it was either a really stupid vampire, or a really arrogant one.
For the longest time Gloria herself had been assigned the termination of a Child of Cain a special type of Vampire with the rank of Lord. Children of Cain were directly turned from the vampire progenitor himself and inherited his unfathomable traits, but more importantly they were the linchpins of the Vampire Aristocracy, this one Daudalus was the head of commerce, he secured guilt free blood bags for his fathers subjects and allowed ethical vampires to exist, he was in some ways the favorite of Cain until recently, when Gloria first met him working under her father he was a fairly non concerned man who simply wanted to do his best to please his father, something Gloria could oddly relate to. But as time went on and Gloira became her own woman out of her father's shadow, Daudalus became more obsessed with staying in it, there were... rumors of a new Child the new favorite and Daudalus was panicked to retain his relevancy at his father's side, all in all pathetic to a self made woman like Gloria.
"Things are quiet." One of the subordinates mentioned as they prepared to breach.
"The table is set, the wine is poured, and the guests.. have arrived." Daudalus sat at the head of a long banquet table along with four other lord rank vampires. Argonaut chief of the military, Ben-bo chief strategist, and Mischkova the weapons master. Each one a terrifying might in their own right but united, Gloria never stood a chance.
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Post by giantfiredog on May 1, 2023 7:08:48 GMT
Gloria kept her pair of Sun Cutters gripped tightly in her hands as her squad steadily traversed the nightscape toward their target. It was quiet, too quiet. Vampires were a secretive bunch, so quiet is to be expected, but it was no less unnerving. They approached the warehouse, her signalling her subordinates to stack up on the door. When they are all prepared, she relays her commands. "Jun, prepare a Prometheus Grenade. When Sebastien breaches the door, throw it deep. I don't want to take any chances. Standard procedure, fan out and prepare for heavy resistance. High chance there is a Lord in there, do not let your guard down," She says, then turning to Jun. "Flash ready?" Upon confirmation she then looks to Sebastien and nods. "Go,"
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Post by endingwonderland on May 1, 2023 7:18:21 GMT
On the word Go the door flew open and several grenades rained in. A Prometheus grenade was named so because of the greek myth of the man who stole lightning to produce fire, these grenades were actually high capacity LED bulbs that when broken released a chemical reaction that created an explosion of heat and light, a literal miniature sun. The lumens on the explosion was far beyond lethal for a vampire caught exposed but even humans could have some severe eye sight damage if they stared straight at it, several of these things going off made a flash of light that looked like a thunder bolt had struck a local area completely whiting every single thing out. However when the light cleared there was no vampires, just an empty table with a folded card at the end and the name "Gloria Faust" in gothic cursive lettering, an invitation.
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Post by giantfiredog on May 1, 2023 7:28:26 GMT
"Go, go, go!" She says, rushing into the room and taking point. As her associates clear left and right, her eyes widen at the strange sight. There's nothing here? Other than...
She narrows her eyes and approaches the mysterious letter. It had her name on it. Were they expecting her?
"What could... Wait..." Her eyes widen. "This is a trap. Everyone form up and prepare for contact!" She commands, readying her blades. If nothing happens, she'd eventually hesitantly grab the letter and read it, still ready for an attack at any moment.
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Post by endingwonderland on May 1, 2023 7:35:11 GMT
"My dearest Gloria, you are a fine flower that I have painstakingly waited to mature into a voluptuous beauty worthy of collecting, but the time has come, no longer can I stand for us to be apart, you my savage vixen and I the beautiful lord shall join together in matrimony and begin a new chapter for Vampires the world over, my Father has since time immemorial searched for an heir to his seat and with you as my queen of the night I am sure that I can become that heir, you will want for nothing, your very will will be made manifest, and our boudoir shall never tire as we spend eternity coiled in each others arms, so my dearest Gloria.." Suddenly behind Gloria a rush of air broke her ranks and the subordinates were locked in a struggle with each of the lords, a single lord able to fight evenly with a subordinate with little issue almost as if they were playing.
Will you marry me? Daudalus was kneeling on the ground his fanciful cape laying on the floor in his hand was a white ivory ring,... no a circular fang, one of his own presumably.
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Post by giantfiredog on May 1, 2023 18:47:31 GMT
As Gloria read the letter she felt bile rise up in her throat, furrowing her brow in anger. Then all hell broke loose around her associates and she would turn to find none other than Daudalus... Proposing. She is left speechless for a couple moments from the sheer absurdity of what she is experiencing right now. Finally she scowls. "Is this some kind of sick joke?!"
She tosses the letter aside and grabs her Sun Cutters, raising them in preparation for a fight. "The fact you thought I would even consider it is evidence enough you're insane,"
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Post by endingwonderland on May 2, 2023 7:26:12 GMT
"Why yes, mon petit cheri! I am absolutely mad, madly in love!" Daudalus smiled and spread his cape as he rose rushing forward towards Gloria despite her UV enabled hand knife, sun cutters, the blade of the knife could reach one thousand degrees like a cheap click bait youtube video, but unlike those doctored videos this was actually possible by super charging an electrical wire used to make the frame of the knife and heating gas until a micro solar reaction similar to the Prometheus grenades caused the outline of the knife to basically emit sunlight as it glowed. Able to cut anything and light the way, the Sun Cutters were among the most basic of equipment for a standard Saint operative, not even just terminators, the only downside was that they could only be used for about five minutes continuously because the battery cells in them drained so fast, they were emergency tools not magic cure alls.
"Captain, I don't think!" Sebastian shouted before being knocked clean across the room by Mischkova a large and pale female vampire in furry fatigues and a cute little fluffy hat with ear muffs, a picture of KGB propaganda their super soldier attempt gone rogue.
"Little man you talk too much, enjoy dance with the pretty lady." Mischkova laughed lunging at Sebastian.
Upon inspection none of the lords were using their full strength they were almost playing with their food with how much disrespect they were showing the Saints.
Ben-Bo was doing some kind of cinematic dodging of every UV round from Jun's gun and Argonaut was letting Sean swing at him countering with his own stolen equipment from fallen Saints. This was a nightmare and worst of all they were while lords far below Gloria's opponent.
"If you look at other men during our dinner date I will get jealous mon petit cheri!" Daudalus said from his kneeling position rising into a bow and evading backwards to a flight of stairs, ornately constructed most likely specifically for this event, their design was something gothic and late century so of course they had no place inside of a warehouse from the last year but as with all Vampires of a certain age the stage was perhaps the most important part of the performance. "My father is not as strong as he once was, every time I see him he fades a little bit further, the time for a new king of the underground to succeed his upon us, but I can't do it alone, without you my life would be empty, hollow, lacking jennesequoi." Daudalus returned to his kneeling position. "Please mon cheri, accept my offer, if not by choice... then by necessity."
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Post by giantfiredog on Jun 20, 2023 0:51:50 GMT
Gloria tsks under her breath as she sees the vampire lords completely dominating her troops. This is bad, real bad. She just has to hold out hope they can somehow miraculously get out of this alive... Or at least die with dignity.
She turns her gaze back to the twisted mastermind behind this play. What a disgusting creature, and with such delusions too. Were it not for his raw power he would be worth less than the dirt under her boot. As it is though, she has to rely on her intense training to make out the difference in strength. This man, for all his age, probably hasn't been in too many encounters against Terminators, whereas she has extensive experience combating his kin. She hisses in response to his statements. "There is nothing you can offer that would tempt me, fiend," She crouches into a ready stance. "You will not find me to be easy prey,"
She dashes up the stairs right at Daudalus, executing a deft few slashes with her sun cutters. Her attack isn't a full commital however— She is well aware he will outmaneuver her if she oversteps, and prepares to change her footing and stance on the spot to counter-attack any odd angles he may try. High-tier vampires can move faster than a mere human can react, so the best terminators are trained to predict instead so that reflexes are tempered with preparation.
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Post by endingwonderland on Jun 21, 2023 17:50:50 GMT
"AH your words are sharper than your knife!" Daudalus didn't dodge the strikes allowing the blade to sizzle and sear into his flesh as it cut causing festering wounds to appear on his pale body, his arms and shoulders burned with cauterized gashes spurting forth an unrealistic torrent of blood. Any slayer worth their salt knew that the most dangerous part of a vampire wasn't its strength or its claws it was their blood. Far too common was the story of a valiant hero who slew a demon only to bathe in its blood and become a demon themselves, so too was a cautionary tale among Teriminators, any contact with a vampires blood was to be considered high risk consumption, a death sentence, so Vampires having figured this out would often fight in a reckless manner attempting to end the fight by turning their opponent instead of killing them obviously tactics had evolved with this information so Terminators adopted a style of combat based on quick blows and swift retreats, thus The Dance of Death was created.
"Mon Ami, why will you not listen to me, I want to bring prosperity to both of our kind, I assure you under my rule the feeding will only be done to avoid starvation, please cast aside your prejudice as I have and embrace transcendental amore!" Daudalus begged holding his hand out to form the spilled blood into a solid barrier, controlling every cell in his body with effortless ease, this was the most terrifying ability of an Arch Vampire their cellular control was beyond comprehension, as one would perceive the rain an arch vamp would perceive themselves. "I will shed blood for you, break my body, tear out my heart, what mortal man could offer you this, we could spent eternity together in mad endless passion... don't tell me is there.. ANOTHER MAN!?" Daudalus insinuated aggravating himself into a furor his cape flowing dramatically. "I WILL END HIS ENTIRE BLOODLINE WHO IS HE!?" The fopish vampire hissed like an enraged animal
"The time to end this would be now Dah" Mischokva finished her dance breaking Sebastians arms at the elbows prompting him to scream out before she decapitated him with a swift kick. "Playtime is fun but Father will want us to return soon, do what you came for and lets go." She looked over to her companions who were still battling their counter parts. "Everyone is idiot, I must do everything myself.. boys."
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Post by giantfiredog on Jun 22, 2023 3:06:18 GMT
His bloody defense is not unexpected and Gloria shuffles back down the steps to avoid getting sprayed. His talk of feeding and his planned future makes her tsk angrily. "Tch, empty promises and shallow ambitions do not impress me," She glances around, and realizes her position is particularly awkward. Since he is standing on the steps with his blood barrier, she can't actually navigate around him to attack. Are they at an impasse? No, no, she can figure this out, she just needs to think...
The sudden outburst from Daudalus pulls her attention, causing her to cock an eyebrow. "Are you truly so delusional you think the only reason I would turn you down is because I'm with another man? Your lack of self reflection is... Pitiful,"
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