Grins at his eyes turn a red color. "Yeah I got information. What's it to you?" She turns her head, grabbing a random bottle of blood. "By the way, never call me babe." She taps her long, black nails across the bar...Yawning abit in mere tiredness...."I know of this being named Raze. And I know VERY well of werewolves...Lycans they call them correct?" She tilts her head to the side as she places her hand out. "They call me Psyche."
Psyche nods as she shakes his hand powerfully. "Nice to meet you too. And Yes I am hunting for this Lycan....And getting a large sum of money for it...Plus of looking for a group of lycans...I have no idea who they are...But I know their scent..." She takes a swing of the bottle and sets it harshly down on the countertop. "So what brings you to this joint?" She then grabs something out of her purse, a cigarette. She then snaps her fingers as a small, midnight blue flame appears. She inhales deeply as she then exhales, the fire going out immdently.
Tom blinked a few times after seeing her summon the flame. "umm...I'm hunting for him too...not for money though...prestige rather... me and my unit...we're looking for Victor, some great vampire...perhaps you've heard of him."
"oh, and about me being in the bar...well, I used to come here a few decades ago...I never thought it was a anything other than human type of bar...looks like I didn't know much about what I am afterall." He said laughing at the irony of it. That he was what he thought were just stupid fairy tales to keep children in bed at a reasonable hour.
Looks at him, her eyes widening. "The Vampirc leader Victor? He died...And long time ago...Sorry to break it to you this way..." She takes another swing...She takes another hit of her cigarette..."Decades huh? Me too..."She giggles...The blood getting to her alittle bit..."I'm hunting Raze for personal reasons too...I think he was the one who sent the army to kill my clan....And me too..." She shakes her head as she hands Tom the bloody, flesh papered note..."He even sent me alittle, sweet message."
"He what???" Tom asked petrified..."Well, then who's their leader now...my unit is counting on me to get...wait a second did you say [bold]your[/bold] clan? I tell you what. I call up my unit, me and them help you kill this little wolf, and then you give them a safe place to live. I've been out on the streets and know how to handle myself but they...well I guess they do too, but I'm afraid they'll get killed acting stupid. Sound good to you?"
(got to go for tonight bai)
Originally posted by Dalton14
All of the sudden, Psyche looks down, seeing a brown, leather looking piece of cloth. She picks it up, then sniffs it..."Mortal flesh...Hmm clever..." She then notices anicent egyptian wording on it...She beings to read it out loud.."Your next sweetheart...I won't stop till your whole blood line is lost from this world." She growls, gripping the flesh in her clutch, her eyes turning a blood red color. She turns to D and Timberwolf and nods coldly..."I'm in."
*turns to his sister* alright... so we're all here for the same reason... Tom, I'm Timberwolf... this is my sister, D. we're all after Raze, for our own reasons... perhaps... *moment of dawning apprehension* i'll be in touch... * he stands and runs out the back, the scent fresh in his path. he runs after it, tracking it for the first time in hours* he was here... and recently... *he draws his desert eagles, then rounds the corner, ready to be attacked* WHAT?? *he notices nothing... and runs back toward the bar... until something catches him in the back of the head... knocking him unconscious* ...
<< be gone 'til Monday, Dalton14, if Timberwolf is necessary, you have my permish to use him, kk? back in a few days. bye, all!! >>
She looked down into the alley from her appartment alley. She smelled someone, and from the scent, it didn't seem like he was in too good of a condition. Quickly, she strapped on her guns and daggers, pulled on her trench and hoped out the window.
Cautiously, she approached the body, not sure what to expect. Her hand on her gun, she knelt down and pressed her fingers to his throat to feel a pulse. "Good. He's not dead yet." Quickly, she looked around then hauled the body over her shoulder and jumped back up the side of the building to her window and disappeared back inside.
She placed him on her bed, removing any excess clothing, looking for any major wounds.
(I know it's a lame start. XD)
(Yeah, I'll be gone till monday to so do whatever.)
*Starts to follow her brother into the street but losses him* Damn it, bro! Why do you always got to go running off by your self!?! *Leans up against a random wall and takes a deep breath* Hmm, oh, well he'll turn up again somewhere. Might as well go back to the bar. *A few mins. later she walks back into the bar she was in before* OK, EVERYONE DRINKS ON ME!!!!
Psyche looks around, noticeing everyone left the bar...She shakes her head as she walks outside, lighting up a cigarette easily..She begins to walk the street wondering into no where. Having no where to go. But did that bother her? Hell no, no responsibitly then. Then a scent hits her like a ton of bricks...She rolls eyes, "Blood...And it smells familar...What could it be?" She starts jogging, grabbing her extendable knife ended staff and wipes out. She walks into an alley, she sniffs the air, closing her eyes so she can concentrate..."..Here...The scent is strong here...But the body is gone..." She then turns around and starts to loosely walk..."Who do I think I am? A hero? Yeah right...I'm going to get another drink.."
((found it!))
Name: Shikaku
Age: Physically-23 Biologically-unknown
Height: 5'9"
Weight: 135 Lbs.
Hair: Raven-colored/middle of backm
Eyes: Blue with Crimson rim around the pupil, a silver rim around the iris
Species: Vampire
Alliance: Neither
Weapon(s): 6 inch Blue Barrel Colt Python, Nickel Dragoon Colt Revolver, Heaven and Earth Blades
Background Story: No record
Pulling his head from the pillow, she realized the large amount of blood that stained the cloth. Hastily, she ran into the bathroom for some bandages and gauze, then hurried back out and patched him up. Carefully, she shifted him and replaced the pillow and set him back gently and covered him.
Sighing, she sat back in her chair, picking up her glass of dark liquid. Laying her head back she sort of mumbled her thoughts. "Why the hell am I being so goddamn generous. It's no like me." She shrugged off the thought and downed the liquid. Getting comfortable, she settled, watching the unconscious man that now occupied her bed.