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  1. "Could you fetch us some lively drinks, as well young kind sir?" Extending an exaggerated emphasis on the word lively in his bit of an Frenchman's old English accent, Leinhart compelled the bouncer via psionic energies infiltrating that of the incompetent mind to serve their first drinks being seated no more than five or so minutes. Obviously his intended usage for the words lively, and drinks weren't misinterpreted a smudge - Tatia made herself clear she was thirsty since the night before. James the college lad hung himself to suicide from the rafters of the beaus apartment building to persevere what remained of his humanity, the Vampire on the other hand was capable of controlling fleshly desires a perk one could call it since the Psionic could feast without necessarily puncturing fangs into his sufferers. Something his beloved incarnate sister hadn't yet been taught how. Scanning the premises around the balcony from the booth betwixt the lovely vixens, a lanky violet arm sleeve stretched out with it's index pointing down at the dance floor before the first of victims this evening had been selected. The age-old ash-haired, creamy fleshed man picked off whomever was vulnerable, intoxicated for the now - which seemed like he'd be doing the place a favor handling a few knuckleheads or supposed tough-guys for himself and Tatia to drain and influence. Instead, humanesque crystalline eyes found themselves snatched away locking eyes with a fruitful, male couple. His talented fingers pointed directly at them aiming sighting the inquisitive and inclined that felt drawn to his vampiric appeal from above. While it was just as effective to send Yulie and his undeniably striking Lady Choisel downstairs to lure whomever they captivated with their glamour and grace, it was no task to invite those up to their VIP who were willing and seeking such attention. Nodding his head to the request the bouncer was soon off to retrieve their human entrees while the trio sat around and further acquianted themselves amongst their company. Leinhart turned to his left facing Yulie with a gentle smirk, their puppet would prove herself useful while it had also been unusual of her to not greet the bartenders and staff as she had done during her prior visits. She appeared completely casual flipping through her cellphone, checking her social media accounts and whatnot without the slightest clue of what exactly was to unfold next. "While your boyfriend was rather misunfortunate to not make it this far, you on the other hand might be Choisel worthy. What do you think, Tatia?" @Eternity
  2. Aleksei actually was supposed to play the role of the God, hence I haven't posted and been waiting for her. Unless, somebody is wiling to slide in for her abscess?
  3. The Momichi lad was a special case. He'd been training on his own for weeks leaving his older cousin Mikazuki and other elite students with the task of educating the freshman, taking on local body guard jobs for the clan, roughing up badassess and receiving a few of his own bruises down the road all for the greater cause of he enjoyed the thrill of a good tail whooping. Being sixteen and already having been in twice the amount of scuffles his age, Ozu's record was looking pretty damned for a young pup. He stood at Mika's flank with a gentle grin about his sweet boyish countenance, hands tucked in his pant pockets weird to see how much she'd mature since the ceremony. Always so determined to be better, to exceed the expectations of being the only child and daughter in her lineage. Not only did he and her adorn themselves in their fancy Akatsukizukiyo robes, but all fifty members present were expected to wear them honorarily. As for the other sixty that were New Moons, they dressed in traditional white robes to symbol births and beginnings as students of Hinode. Sheep is what seniors referred to them as. One thing had changed about Ozu however, his confidence was not only expressed in his body language. He held his shoulders out and his spine erect while the Soke spoke to them, his single-almond eye taking in the presence of their Grand Master before him. Coming a long way stealing chicken from neighboring yards as a kid, it was true he was not the same child twelve years ago on the road to redemption. "We don't rise to the level of our expectations, but fall to the level of our training. You've taught us that." Following behind Mika he bowed from his straightened posture lowering and bending his form. Unlike his older cousin, his arms kept at the sides with the hands opened. The three months it took one to develop their unique auras was a just a window to gauge upon. Awakening the aura was all that had been asked which many would only strive to do just that and fall short to their own of training. Seeing that was the Soke's only request, there would be more focus on actually conjuring an aura then developing them in their training. However, Ozu's response in sync of Mika's words told something different, atleast towards himself. @Twitterpated@Hani
  4. The half-blood knew odds of defeating the war-orc and her master given current standings was slim hardly, equipped for battle against a Banshee as truthful were Luna's words. Martis could only brace him self a few minutes between them tracking him down. Not that he was guilty dodging heat or trouble in the first place, but he fled and got away for the moment clear his head before outright, retaliating. Thirty meters wasn't much a broad distance in evading unwanted troubles, assessing the huntress and her Commandant with what little was witnessed whilst they tracked his path into unscathed forestry and cluttering bushes. The notion of these two being Hunters proved to conflict natures ultimately, thwarting his assistance for the Witch coven leader Luna and her quest to find her sisters for the time. Casting the mind to recollect the fiery blaze that ignited after just entering the Dark Forest, it struck him there and then he kneeled to the ground and the vampiric's blood-filled eyes reverted to human semblances of cold crystalline. The sorceress he'd recall only a brief moment of her attempt to peacefully exchange words and a flagged raised hand, before the huntress launched herself to clean the Dhampir and behead him. Death lurked around the corner and for a living being he didn't abhor it in the slightest, branding a freakishly terrifying ear-to-ear grin in the direction of the approached through the brush. The luminance of his golden tresses also shaded to a dull with the rest of his physical being tapping into his dark-manipulating abilities Martis placed both palms flat to the dirt's surface. Chunks of encompassing darkness began to pool beneath his form, coiling over his hands and lower body, licking about his proximity in ghastly tendrils as the Conquistador was soon engulfed and submerged by these unnatural shadows. If Cervantes had intentions on taking a stab at throwing down with the two of them, there and now he had to think faster than he could run. Certainly he'd been discovered in his physical representation, but once the shadow embodied and he was an entire otherworldly mass, everything else the faintest of traces, his scent, even his location …. It was as if it didn't exist, and if he was never hiding in the overgrown shrub from the jump, merging with the Dark Forest itself. The question now was, where'd he go? If the duo ventured out for him, they'd find themselves just a few seconds shy of catching him. Footprints would mislead them astray. Traveling the veil between the Underworld and the Living submerging in the shadowy night a voice similar to that of Martis's echoing the huntresses mind came popping out from behind the duo trailing in the whispers of breeze. "Such trivial things hold little value. Not unless, we're both searching for the same clue. I'm here on the behalf of a witch named Luna. My name and such is rather irrelevant."
  5. A heaving supernatural force from the myriad variety of creatures hovered over the city's skies hanging there with it an eerie presence that chilled over one's spine, yet for the Centuries-old, carmine filled eyed vampire that discerned the disturbance a quarter mile away Leinhart contorted his pale angular face in mild discontent not knowing fully whom this great company had been. Tatia, much after the plentiful source of prana acquired in Martial Town amplified her own supernatural capabilities and prowess nearly two-fold of her undead being. She'd too been capable of detecting the airship of 5,000 passengers as well if she hadn't concomitantly, further the pure Vampire found it strange there was just one single undead creature abroad the rest of the lot. Parading in to a civilization on a massive rotating gear filled shops and markets of forbidden wares, concoctions, etc were the noble vampyres from Talix in lead still compelled against the desires of free will. As he done to those dismissively in Martial Town, these guards bore no resistance to his crushing will. The Master and his betrothed sanguine wife walked in between the groups inseparable by the bonds their hands made conjoined. Observing from the rear were the five robed ascendants in tactical v-formations through the bustling street should they were to be surrounded by the immeasurable vampyre forces of Talix, their only objective were to protect the Queen, the Master's younger sibling to their own dead lives. Yet, understood the likelihood of the guards luring them some place else was nonsensical. "You were much joyous, than...... Absorbing the reds of victims from Martial, has it satiated your thirst yet?” The pallid dark-haired man no longer dedicated his attentive psych to the hundreds of feet ahead or the enthralling arrival of the airship, but towards his Soeur. A delicately inviting tone as he remarked flicking eyes onto the magical metal ring on his thinned free left hand. There was two, exactly one on his middle as well both of which acquired from the Demon the Benefactor during his first acquisition into the continent of Terrenus just a year ago. The two bands bore dark energy, an aura of shadow surrounded in a hoop around the finger. Why it may been not the good time for minute pledges or vows, he desires she gave him the truth in her response of her overall well-being. Though the Vampire has yet to even witness the shadow-possessing ability the ring granted users, he’d inform her later attempting to compensate without announcing himself this moment. He knew she’d blame him even after a year on this Continent for killing her, separating her from her family, the very thing she seemed to truly be passionate about the most - the living world, her once human life. Even whilst at the cost of saving her. Yet instead of stopping to remove the ring from his finger he continued his staggered march waiting to be heard and listening to to her speak. @Eternity
  6. Let me catch up to some owed posts guys, the rest of the week. 

  7. Current DJ VIBE: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vSFmDxn-cK8 As had any other public setting that served alcohol there was a small security check upon entry. Three bald, burly men with beady brown eyes in black shirts that had bold SECURITY lettering embroidered upon their fabrics in dark cargo pants and complimenting boots and 38. semi-automatic handguns in their holsters, patting down those whom entered before they actually set-foot onto the nightclub's floors. Each held radios and microphones attached to their earbuds though there wasn't other signs of security officers in the immediate area, there wouldn't be any telling how efficient they'd have responders on the scene when things got sticky and over the edge. The women almost instantly in their scanty skirts and supernatural glamour became hot walking food for the guard's eyes, their wildest dreams and naughtiest desires. Dogs were to be dogs in the exposure of their true selves. Clearly their man if they were down like that was in front of them, or if this case happened to be a brother inviting his sister out with his date for the evening, even so, these guys didn't seem the least bit of intimidated by the lithe Leinhart escorting the girls their way. Their facial expressions lacked the respect a man should have for another, this was more like a three-against one stare, an try me the wrong way and I'll show you glare. "Could you afford me and these lavish ladies a lounge in the VIP, my good man? Of course, you understand our urge for privacy." As the men moved individually to search and frisk the trio they'd felt halted in their tracks upon meeting eyes with the carmine swirling oculars that were the pallid man's own. Tatia had seen this tactic several times thus far and should have suspected none the less from Him. At the point of eye-contact the mind of the individual first to lead himself towards the group was to find himself compelled by Leinhart's vampiric compulsion; standing and staring enchantingly, obeying the words of the Master that became his mind as they were absorbed. Round, beady eyes remained glued on the utterly white and pleasant One in momentary beguile. The compulsion rid him of his current thoughts and actions as he found himself obligated to yield to the dark prowess of the pure vampire. A human's will was always breakable, and most penetrable. The first bald headed guard raised an open hand and before the others got around to patting the ladies down and going on with what was thought to be party, they were stopped immediately. Nodding his head comprehensively did the main guard step himself aside to allow the three their entry into the Penguin, one of the others accommodated them to a private balcony view just up the side stairs to their left bending around the bar area. Two violet loveseats connected to a booth and table overlooking the first-story of patrons drinking, joking, dancing little were they aware of the chaos soon to divulge. Neon lights reflected from their disco balls in the ceilings, projecting the spectrums to cast flashes sync with the Cyberpunk music in their private sections. Tatia's grip on her brother's hand jittered with excitement, ultimately was he glad to have not let her down again. The dapper gentleman held a hand out for the two ladies to seat themselves, before he squeezed himself in-between and began the festivities. "Not even in a millennia, have I seen such an establishment vibrantly colorful. It is quite the sight this place don't you think, ma'lady?" @Eternity
  8. I’d be willing to give a shot again though I was planning on staying away. Would hate to be the reason rosters needed a complete change up. My activity has picked up. Got a lot running, but yes wouldn’t learning something new in the third round. Three times the charm, anyway. @Fierach
  9. A wide derisive grin stretched from his one side of the angular maw to the other scorning the demon for his exposure, he went all out in his expectancy of doing so. From a comforted posture against the softness of the cabin couch his feet placed to the ground and he straightened erect. Knowing Xartia found solace in what he failed to truly kept the vampire from sprawling onto him then, and sucking his body dry to a prune. Or even better, siring the man then he'd understand true loyalty and obedience. To've assume the Dark One soul-heartedly kneeled upon a lower pedestal than the Cambion in blood was preposterous even after these many years. However, he hadn't been entirely misleading. His resin encased rose meant a millennium of knowledge to it's drinker and sealed a portion of his vampiric lifeforce into several phylacteries one of which went entrusted to the hands of the Pendragon. The two brothering each other through ... What was it now a decade? The rose provided Xartia with an advantage against the Pureblood if he'd only known how to properly utilize his sources, but there had to be reason he'd notion the Count conspire against him. A series of applause came to follow striking itself rhythmically, one-two-three producing the gentle thump that resonated the space of the room. While mislead no one the Magician had a way to play with words brazenly, deserving full merit from an audience. Desiring to settle an score when the man left him little room to speak was foolish. No further secrets held behind that unnaturally affected grin returning his lack of affection abroad compelling his sudden rage to a very dark place he'd shut off from his sentiment. The sea air wafted his nose despite possessing an undead nature he still was quite effected by the tingling similarly as related to an allergy. Xartia produced a wildly shout and that's when it struck him, that he had failed to realize the highspeed trajectory of the dragon soaring itself down to the ship's deck. Having been literally froze in response to imagine just what the cause of such creature could be possibly heading in their direction, or proving at the moment he cared less and was confident in his own survival to handle the situation as seen fit. Something great submerged itself into the depths of the water beneath and caused the ship to rock unsteadily against collisional waves. By the time the thuds hit the deck and a crash landing was made evident Leinhart hadn't moved an inch and instead, remained fixed at the surroundings accompanying his sight with an index finger from his right in his mouth he sat motionless gnawing at a claw. If somebody found a way to end his undead misery he welcomed them and did nothing. Once the sudden interrupting audibleness became at ease and the others of the company showed face concerned with weapon clenched alarmed and cautioned, the lithe woman entering through the cabin doors illustrated their hypothesis's were incorrect. Oddly than ever, she went looking directly at the Daywalker tired and shivering cold from her travels to the ship. However it was certain that she had not been frightened by his presence before her. As she shoved him the letter he looked upon it's fine addressing when it instantly struck him she was searching instead for the Cambion warlord. Looking up to find her face and address the mistake, sighing he noted she was already walking out the door. "Just when my hopes were high. How could they've mistaken us? You're far hideous, than I. It's for you." A flick of the wrist as he cocked his hand slightly tilting it was all the envelope needed to find it's trajectory soaring towards the other side of the cabin for Xartia and into his lap if he couldn't catch. The Nosferatu gripped to return his hands over the arcs of the armrest, almost awaiting to hear the news behind the letter intruding with his goldenrod eyes from afar. All the while curious to know what exactly landed in the sea certain that Arthur was headed to find out and inform the lot of his discovery. @Twitterpated@Artificer@Malintzin@Voldemort
  10. The audibleness of a branch under extreme tension right before it went crack was enough evidence Martis had been discovered and that something was now closer than he detected in his near immaculate predatory ability to hunt and track prey or enemies to whichever category they'd fall. Given that the she-orc placed herself directly above him, well that only altered his tactic briefly …. Yet, how sure was she that her plan remained in tact once she revealed her position? His neck craned eeriely towards the incoming woman's land. Carmine eyes found themselves lodged, glowering furiously at the glowing eyes of the embodied darkness through nightvision. Despite possessing minute magical powers over darkness, a feat gained from drinking the Master's blood if one thing was certain it was that the Dhampir knew how to escape from some trouble and fast! The complexities of his thought in the blink of an eye, preparing limbs his body bent forward to jolt from the scene, only one notion struck his currently confused state. An ambush? Luna's guide led him right to it, but why would she? In the half of second he'd have to react betrayed by such inconvenience he felt the second approach a tad late to party. As for the she-orc now soaring downwards with her gauntleted uppercut (?) she'd find the sheer speed of the Dhampir's hasty scurry a blinding seventy-miles per hour, was nigh impossible to ensnare. Kicking his loafers from the ground in the same motion he turned his neck, Martis was out of there fast as a moving blur and without a trace of him ever being present! In a single, fluid motion would he route his grounded escape to the coverage of shrubs to further asses the situation about ten meters from his placement in concealment (somewhere off to the corner of the orc’s right). Careless if his tracks were covered or not, in fact he urged she had the guts and glory to come seek him out then and there if she could sniff out his fouled mint stench. However, from all over the mysterious forest he’d play the ear to a cacophony of voices to be heard throughout and reverberating. As if the Dhampir merged with the eternal darkness and the creatures of night were with him speaking. Soon did the two realize that the echoing voice was in fact a single man, only the half-blood's and that it wasn't coming from the area itself, but rather in the she-orc's mind did he speak. She'd go searching for him, scanning the vicinity and whatnot, but to no avail would she find the strangest of voice in her head that taunted her. Whomever the lady was in her company however, was possible she witnessed what occurred in the midst and she’d hear his remark as he scolded. Cursing himself lowly for not snatching her up during his escape. "You almost had me there, if it weren't for all the noise made. What a clumsy Orc, you are ."
  11. The Imperial City though what had seemed to steady from it’s growing dynasty calmed to a quiet nation of residence for Genesaris. However, it’s people were at a constant strive to ascend their martial prowess year long. After Tsukimi events for the recruitment of students seeking to learn the ways of the Rising Sun each Moon was given briefings to complete once their basic three-months finished as further hands-on-training, (various scrolls containing missions assigned by the Ookami) grouped into packs of three according skill/individual talents supervised by a Senior Full Moon or Ookami elite. Mikazuki, Ozu, and Akira were one anticipated of greatness as they’d become a trio essentially working as a unit to achieve excellence. Students fresh from the Dojo received the lowest D-level consisting of odd jobs such as farming, babysitting, assisting the elderly in Jigoku. The highest ranking mission was the S-level assigned strictly to the elite students and other Ookami clansmen to carry out VIP assassination's for the Province, to transporting highly classified documents across the region to and fro proper ranking officials. New Moon disciples were challenged with understanding the concepts of their own true self, awakening their Aura through meditation, while eagerly learning to control their unique life energies over the span of three months. In the first and only known exercise of this phase, students were to place their hands in front of their chest and imagine forming a ball between them every day for five hours a day for sixty consecutive days. This exercise was intended to develop the ability to feel one's own aura, to grasp an awareness of the life energy circulating their internal meridian systems, essentially produced by their one mass and focus. Then, only truly able to sense and perceive the leakage from these pressure points escaping the body and feel it's presence without being aware of it's existence. Students should have been somewhat capable of maintaining their auras temporarily both defensively and offensive with basic Kuji-in handseals in their instructed lessons. Time had pass a course of maybe a month since the unexpected forfeit in the Feast of Blades tournament. The Soke's word inviting Arthur to the Dojo for a rematch waited to see itself be answered. While having finally touched down home soils again Kenshi dedicated to his own practices in his temple the last few weeks, secluding himself from the rest of the world whilst training, consisting of push-ups and situps of almost five thousand daily. Meditation for the mind of the spiritual warrior was a countless ritual in his unwavering state of Mushin for the mind, soul and body. Having the eye of a heart and the mind of a god. No mindness meant one was not fixed or occupied by thought or emotion, thus allowing oneself to be open to everything. When the eye of the heart is blinded by egoism, vanity, jealousy, money and ignorance, one's true path can never be found. There is an absence of discursive thought and judgment, free to act and react towards an opponent without hesitation or disturbance from such thoughts. At this point, a person relies not on what they think should be the next move, but what is their trained natural reaction (or instinct) or what is felt intuitively. It is not a state of relaxed, near-sleepfulness, however. The mind could be said to be working at a very high speed, but with no intention, plan or direction. It was this philosophy instilled by teachers of the ascetic mountains that drove Hinode no Gakko and it's pupils to the peak of their fighting abilities. Exercising day in and out to sustain one's mushin was key to every Swordslayer, Shugenja, every Wolf of Jigoku. Kenshi honed this mentality, his entire life's working at a time ago was solely to improve, to become the greatest, to reach nirvana in his pilgrimage. However, this was a life long journey for the Ookami hanyo. Kenshi stood smaller in build an ectomorphic up-close and even with age of nearly 200 odd years, his countenance remained very youthful. Stepping towards the sixty New Moons scheduled to gather in the grassy fields, the peachy sun kissed the earth radiantly across the Imperial City. Without the company of artic wolves this new day, donning himself in the carmine red and black Akatsukizikiyo summer robes of the Okami. The blind wolf gazed briefly at the twenty groups before his presence gauging their auras from the distance for the slightest of change and growth from those whom improved at the top of their class, while others were taking baby steps towards progression. Raven tendrils cascaded down the back in abundance with all the shorter hairs falling across the face as bangs. In particular, his dilated bereft of sight orbs concentrated on the adolescent pups his nephew and younger Cousin in company with the hopeful Akira. Deciphering from nearing into the plains with his acute sense of smell, the familiar approach of each one of their auras willingly expressive as they'd no clue he was observing them they remained composed and steady in their reading. As he’d come to discover the progresses of their individual training on a separate occasion from the last three months the confidence amongst them, how they've matured and disciplined he'd perceive it with his blindsight. Stopping short before them gracing them with his excellence, his lips parted kindly and his oriental eyes squinted. "You've all grown quite adept over the course of your training, haven't you? Furthermore, seems that your aura has much to express." @Twitterpated@Hani
  12. Hey, my fellow role players. I’m not going for lengthy introductions unless you ask, specifically. However, lol. Those of you curious to read this now, I am seeking a few story-teller npcs for the current thread with my Nosferatu. Him and his bride from a distant past attended the Purple Penguin and won’t be not long until the party is ruined and the club notices it’s infested with a pair of bloodsucking undead. Another incident it would seem instead of plaguing New Tia, it was accurate to say that this was a random occurrence out of the spark of desire and greed from a totally seperate Vampire coven.. A massacre and conversion of innocent people is said to occur, something I’ve worked towards in a separate thread for Martial Town. I’m cool enough to be almost down with anything you’re willing to put together for the sake of RP and fun. Whether you play a worker, bartender, hell perhaps off-duty cop, security. Slight opposition, Whatever. If you’re willing to turn and wish to continue a role in the Choisel house of vampires using this opportunity as a platform, I’m also down for that. Thanks for volunteering to help!
  13. The air felt intoxicated as the city-goers of the nightclub filled their bellies with drink and booze, laughter set the mood of neon dancers swaying to the cyberpunk and pop indulging in their personal enjoyments the establishment provided. Drugs were a big thing here in this city, yet even heavier in the rampant nightclub. Seemed prior to the Choisel's arrival, the city thrived in own chaos, disorder; this observation made His task, less dreading to accommodate. In fact, His goals seemed clear up to this point, purging the once mega-city. The only question that arise was when? And the answer happened to be now, beginning on this eve of a full lunar. The Daywalker and his two lovely ladies stopped suddenly from their walk through the night. A business poster illuminated in it's bright, gayish hues above the curb of the sidewalk. This was the one, reading the Purple Penguin. From the exterior walls of the building, even a half-block away was evident how alive the place was voices boomed all over, these people brought life not only to the business, but to Leinhart and his Countess Tatia whom could not refuse such a flavorful visit that happened to be the climax of their sojourn. A tiny glimpse of the Vampire's contempt exposed itself in the most tainted manner, wide-eyed and thirsted the faintest of tempting urges immediately, rushing through his undead spirit. The dapper gentleman seemed further compelled by his own mental visualization of a near foreseeable future, stained in the blood of his victims within. Human life forces painted a carmine hue across the scene of the nightclub as dismembered corpses absorbed of their souls in the barbarous carnage. At the bar he sat nonchalantly betwixt his Queen and her servant clueless of the massacre that occurred before her very innocent eyes. The murderer stood in momentary silence scanning the surroundings of his new fond den in a stool with a satisfactory fill from a severed arm that Yulie held to his maw and angled as so to drink the fluids that rolled down the appendage to savor with every drop squelched. As for the Matriarch prized with an opposing limb from the poor soul which they drank, from what felt like an eternity transitioning to an undead - she was still very much weakened from her near two centuries of dormancy. This was, a buffet for her whilst she worked her new body and became adjusted to her immortality. The sensation of Yulie tapping his right shoulder soon broke the stargazing enchantment, her soft words of spell snapping him out of his overwhelming desire of infliction upon those within. "As you requested, we're here now. I give you, the Purple Penguin." The liveliness from indoors was inviting, full of flavorful energy and personalities from different backgrounds each person possessing a fair share of uniqueness and individuality amongst them. That, was the Power of Blood. Blood was lives in which consuming, their prowess and knowledge was inherited. Not only through consumption orally, but as effective as it was psychically, draining victims. The bare anticipation of waiting held Leinhart's accountable enough, these were the humans last hours little did they know a true monster of night was just outside their doors. Vanishing beyond them hand-in-hand with the ladies, he stepped cowhide loafers entering the nightclub in his best behavior …. "Yes, yes … So we have, finally?" @Eternity
  14. The Genesarian Vampyre non-persuading in disbelief quartered their weapons upon given orders, hemming and detaining the Ascendants quickly whom posed little to no physical incompliance, cooperating in their deference as Choisel noble. The robed five were unhooded and seized from all visible weapons incarcerated with arms across the backs, the sun beamed along their cold undead flesh unaffectedly gifted with daywalking they did not burn into ashes. However, their true nature and blood fed eyes scolding at the oppressors. Their wrists, locking shut in heavy braces to suppress any outbursts a maddened prisoner might want to enact, they were forced to stepping in a file formation. Adequately enough without their weapons or anything their noble powers alone could have defied these four Vampyre, their leader stood firm and resolve in his stance weaponless balling up a heavy fist to wail at Bolth's ghastly spirit. The infuriated Butler now, walked his way towards the armored leader yet before any blows were thrown, an undeniable psychic intrusion sought out the fool born minds from any further inconveniences, whilst reminding those familiar of the impinging darkness His Supreme power and authority. A ripple of vampiric suppression washed over the vast distance from the Choisel stagecoach into the sub-consciousness of these Vampyre as the Patriarch observed steady-eyed in his dashing carmine red tuxedo from feet away, his hand adoringly interlocked with the lavish Queen's while these vampyre forced to submit to the immense psychic torment for their incompetence in the Bloody name of Choisel, Kronos of the Thirsty. While his compulsion over their supernatural will was unalike any other torture endured, the armored group of knights halted and immediately grasped their faces, digging nails into their temples as they tried to release the grave apprehension and madness pooled into a state of pranic insanity. These so-called noble Genesarian held not even the slightest chance against his indomitable will. "How dare you ridicule the name of my Pureblood?! Shall I gut you creatures deep by my own hands and deliver them to your ruler? Yield yourselves to me oh, worthless beings, you!" His powerful words rang through the corridors of their souls, reverberating in their infliction of uncontrollable torture, scarring their minds from further defiance. Leinhart's powers held no resistance against these lesser supernatural cringing to their limbs devoid of any urge to contest their cowering minds. Standing over there trembling bodies in the release of his dark grasp they'd be aware of what just occurred to them as the pressures they felt fill their subconsciousness was alleviated suddenly; willingly to comply with the Patriarch and accommodate his Queen's desires during their stay. "Unshackle them. I seek an audience with your Leader. Take us there, at once!" @Eternity
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