A city that never sleeps
The world isn't as it seems, and New Yorkers certainly know that well. While the element Asterium is not widely understood, those in the city's underground know better. For millenia, humans have known of this energy. They called those born with it in their bones changelings and mutants. Legends have told of werewolves and vampires for centuries. Those who can harness it became witches and warlocks. All they know now is that some things are better kept secret, and where else can you hide a secret better than New York City?
NEW YORK TIMES
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Jun 13, 2020 18:08:05 GMT
Post by stormaf on Jun 13, 2020 18:08:05 GMT
The man working the quay crane bit his lip. He'd been told to be very careful with this crate. It must hold some sort of rare wild animal, he thought. The big box had plenty of holes for breathing and the creature within was quiet. He remembered other animal deliveries that didn't have such a pleasant item on board. When that tiger had got out, two men had died right there on the dock.
Carefully he swung the crate over the ship's side and down towards the three men waiting for it below on the dock. The crate hit the quay with a solid thunk and the stevedores made short work of the chains. The big crane swung away. One of the men was just about to pry open the end when a woman practically galloped out of an office waving papers.
"No, no," she shouted, "He's got to go through customs first!"
The men grumbled and stepped aside as a large forklift nudged its tines under the crate and lifted. Not a sound came from the crate. As the clerk walked beside the forklift, she gave instructions to the driver.
"Take him right in to the small warehouse, please, and then leave. Shut the garage doors first."
With a nod, the driver headed left for what was probably the tiniest warehouse on the entire dock. It was almost never used, except for special government deliveries. Never had he ever had to drive a forklift into the building before. Generally it was small stuff and what looked like weapons crates. Gently he lowered the crate to the cement floor and backed the tines out from underneath. The forklift rumbled out back onto the dock. The garage doors trundled down. As soon as they were closed, the woman trotted over and locked them.
She returned to the crate and surveyed it from all sides. There should be a -- ah, there! On the back side, she found what looked like a sort of door. A very large door. This door was planked shut. Luckily she had a crow bar nearby. After a few minutes working on the nails on each plank, she saw the lock. Taking out a key, she pulled the lock off and grasped a handle. Before she pulled on it, she rubbed her hands together nervously.
A lot depended on this. A new trading partner, a novel discovery, perhaps her life? She had been tempted into this by thoughts of writing a book on this never before discovered species. Visions of literary and scientific prizes had danced in her head. Those higher up the food chain looked greedily at the trade possibilities. Her hands shook.
With a big breath, she wrenched at the door. Finally it came loose and she jammed her eyes shut, just in case this was going to be the last moment of her life.
Nothing happened.
Carefully she opened her eyes.
There on the straw lay a man, or what looked like a man. Definitely humanoid but oh, so strange. And large. And sleeping.
Obviously the -- what did they call themselves? Zorrosters? Zarfaris? She consulted her papers. Zaraiian, then, had drugged this individual.
He was way too large for her to move, so she simply drew up a chair and sat down to wait for him to wake up. As she sat, she took a really good look at the new acquisition. He would probably be well over seven feet tall when standing. He was muscular, like an athlete. They'd clad him in a t-shirt and some yoga pants for the trip. Fortunately the trip had only taken a day, so the poor thing hadn't needed to eat or, well, you know.
She noted the raven black hair. It was long and somewhat shaggy. It was tossed across his features. Feeling a strange desire to see more, she left her seat and crept closer on her hands and knees. Into the crate with the individual she went. The closer she got, the more the need to touch him became. Carefully she brushed the hair away from his face. It was like silk in her hands. Then she saw him.
How could a man be so beautiful and masculine at the same time? His skin was like warm weak coffee and he had thick black eyelashes to die for. She had to force herself not to feel the angular cheekbones and the perfect lips. Helplessly she ran her finger down the bridge of his nose. Her heart was beating faster than it should and her quick breath whistled from her nose.
Holy cow, she thought, what's happening to me? I'm getting horny! Her finger stilled on the male's nose in surprise. She got a further surprise when those eyelashes whisked open and jet black. liquid eyes looked at her. She could see herself in them. She was about to fall forward onto him, when a strong hand caught her.
His low honeyed voice asked, "Where is this place? Have I arrived? Who are you?"
Startled, the woman yanked her eyes from his and looked at the hand that held her upright. Quickly she noticed that it was a large hand, a deceptively strong hand, a hand without a third knuckle on the end of it. A hand with very pointy fingernails. Then she passed out.
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Jun 13, 2020 22:00:26 GMT
Post by ian on Jun 13, 2020 22:00:26 GMT
"Well, this is unexpected," came the voice of a woman as she walked into the shed. Her gaze locked on the other woman laying on the ground and nothing else in the room and responded only with a single raised brow. "Look's like someone beat me to the meal, hmm?" It had been over one hundred years since she had last been in France, but her voice still had threads in it that sounded like her homeland. It was a soft voice, but it was lilting, and always had a hint of seduction in it. Of course, she couldn't help this; she needed the humans to fall for her, and luring them in in true vampire fashion had always been entertaining to her.
"What a shame, I was really looking forward to her." She clucked her tongue. She had decided that tonight would be the night that she took what was hers when she found out the woman was having an exotic shipment. It was the perfect opportunity, Marcelyne had felt. An exotic shipment meant that an animal would be there, and if Marcelyne let the creature out just after she was done with the feed, she could make it look like an animal attack. It wasn't often that she had an excuse to be messy with her meal. Perfect circumstances didn't happen often, and it made sense that she was disappointed at this particular circumstance.
She sighed: what a wasted opportunity. Her gaze then flicked to the creature that held her snack. "I guess I should learn to be faster on the kill, mmm?" Her lips twitched in amusement. An odd reaction, if she was pretending that she was human. If she really had been a human, the form would probably be as shocking to her as it was to her snack. Humans were stupid, fearful things, things that didn't understand that the world around them wasn't quite what they seemed. The supernatural, though, they were well aware of the things that also went bump in the night. Marcelyne herself had stood face to face with even a horned demon once, which meant that she was surprisingly unsurprised at the creature's... human-but-not vibes.
"Might I ask who you might be? I don't recognize you, and I try to keep a list of all of the fellow monsters in town."
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Post by stormaf on Jun 14, 2020 2:19:18 GMT
Akiahr
The Zaraii laid the still living woman down gently on the straw. He crept out of the crate, still a little dizzy from the tranquilizer he'd been given. Once he knew he wouldn't whack his head on the top of the crate, he rose to his full height, all seven feet and some odd inches of him. With a catlike grace, he spun to face the new person in the room.
"She is not dead," he stated, "She has fainted. In surprise, I imagine."
He stepped over the clerk and out from behind the crate. This person seemed a little.... off? Her smell was like dead leaves to him, pleasant but strange from anyone he'd been expecting to meet. She exuded a sensual air. It felt like a lure or a trap. There were plants where he came from that did the same thing to insects. Akiahr wasn't one to fall for that.
The Zaraii was barefoot. His toes ended in short but sharp claws. These didn't retract, unlike the ones in his fingers. He kept those claws sheathed. His baggy yoga pants hung low on his hips, exposing a small amount of his ripped belly. He was lean and sported a t-shirt that stretched across a well developed chest. He held his arms loosely at his sides. Akiahr stood like the fighter he was, easy and ready for anything. He looked powerful enough to tear his way out of the flimsy warehouse barehanded.
Then there was that, well, lovely face that this new female had, with those curls and pale skin. He had to admit that she was lovely. So were most Zaraia, but his females were darker, both in manner and in color. He cocked his head at her. Long, shaggy ebony hair swung as he did this. She seemed to arouse the curious catlike manner in him. With an intense regard that often cowed others, Akiahr took in everything about her in moments.
"Are you the one they sent to meet me?" His voice was a deep purr. "If so, I am not a monster. I am Akiahr. I am Zaraii. There's a difference."
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waywardwander#0201
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Post by ian on Jun 14, 2020 3:05:00 GMT
Her eyes lit with an inhuman darkness when she was informed that her prey was not, in fact, dead. This delighted her in a way that was hard to explain. After all, the clerk really meant nothing to her, and the disappointment she had faced moments before would be temporary. She would have found a new victim by the end of the night with little to no difficulty. After all, she was a predator, and a good one at that. Still, Ellouise had been a game to her. Mother always told her not to play with her food, but Marcelyne found the hunt much more entertaining if it was a long haul. Ellouise had been. The two had met over coffee three weeks ago, and Marcelyne had promptly learned as much as she could about her. Her joys, her fears, anything that could be useful, and then the hunt had began, planned only to find the perfect time for her to make her final move. Ellouise had caught on to the game of cat and mouse, Marcelyne was sure, and had tried so desperately to stay one step ahead of her. It was no wonder that Marcelyne was excited that the game had not been finished prematurely.
"Hmm, little bird, it seems as if the game is not quite over," she murmured to the fainted body. Her lips curled into a smile, before turning back to the other. "Humans are such pathetic creatures, so fragile," she mused, her own gaze scanning him. He was... odd. Unlike anything she'd happened to set eyes on, and this triggered something within the curly haired woman. She had to look up at him to look him in the eye, and her 5'4 stature seemed tiny compared to his frame. She noticed the claws, the eyes. It was such a strange combination of things, and Marcelyne had seen a lot of different things. Still, he was almost attractive, if Marcelyne could feel attraction that was divorced from the burn in her neck.
"Not a monster, a Zaraii, mmm." She stepped closer to him, opening her mouth slightly to drink the air. His scent was... different. She could place the scent of vampires, shifters, demigods, the whole gammit. But, she'd never smelled a Zaraii, and there was something deeply intriguing about that. Another step closer, splitting the distance between the two of them. This was a dangerous move; she didn't know how he would react to her advances, nor did she know if he was dangerous. Still, she was unafraid. Even if he was dangerous, she had faith in her own combat skills as most creatures who fell to her victim could be nearly paralyzed in pain after one bite, and after almost three hundred years of being alive, she feared death even less than she feared god. "I wonder how you taste," she hummed, before returning to his line of inquiry.
"As for your question, hmm?" Marcelyne began a slow circle around him, equal parts because it was safest to keep moving and because it was easier to take all of him in if she looked from each angle. "Whoever is supposed to meet you, I assure you it isn't I. I don't work for anyone, nor am I on anyone's beck and call to go meet strangers who are shipped in crates." She paused to smile at him toyingly, a chuckle escaping her mouth. She then moved to said crate, a dangerous move as it was clearly within the man's arm's reach, before popping herself on top of it so that she could sit legs crossed on its top. "You might not be a monster, but I am, and I was only here for take out." She offered a wink at him. She was unsure that he'd get the reference, but after this long, there were many references she made that went over the heads of her colleagues.
"However, I'm pleased that if anyone had to disrupt my dinner, it was you." Her eyelids batted at him innocently, and her left brow raised slightly as she leaned forward. She was a sight to see, even on days like today, where her hair fell messily and she dressed casually, a black turtle neck tucked neatly into an olive green skirt that was far shorter than generally acceptable, and she knew it. "The name is Marcelyne, and I am oh, so pleased to meet you, Akiahr," she continued, reaching her hand to shake his. "I'm sure I can help you find who you're looking for, mm?"
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Jun 14, 2020 14:15:07 GMT
Post by stormaf on Jun 14, 2020 14:15:07 GMT
Akiahr
Akiahr studied her. Although he looked at ease, he remained ready for any untoward action on her part. His training prohibited him from killing her, but there was always a first time, especially if he needed to defend himself against a..... female. He felt her eyes run over him. This didn't bother him at all. He'd been up at stud for quite a while and every potential contract included a visual examination, as well as a pedigree. Akiahr's pedigree was excellent. Some clients even insisted on a trial run.
He sighed but then her words concerning dinner caught his attention.
"Dinner?" He turned to address her as she sat on the crate. "I take it that means food? Where does one get a meal in this place?" He gestured to the relatively empty warehouse.
"And if you are not the one I am to meet, and she clearly isn't or they would have sent someone less inclined to succumb so easily, then I am free?"
Akiahr regarded this Marcelyne with a glitter in his eyes. He startled a little at the outstretched hand. Unsure of what to do in this circumstance, he again cocked his head at her action and then looked back at her face.
"What do you wish of me?"
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ian
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eastern standard time
waywardwander#0201
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Post by ian on Jun 15, 2020 0:55:57 GMT
"It sure does," she replied with a smile, one that was just big enough to show the razor sharp fangs that resided in her mouth. Normally, she capped them to make them seem more typical for your average twenty something that married for money. But, since she hadn't intended to really talk to anyone, she had left her house without them. "And that depends on what your taste is. If you're a carnivore, I can show you around my favorite hunting ground." She tilted her head slightly, "Although we'd need to find you some gloves and probably some shoes as not to make the whole town react in the same way as Little Bird did." She paused for a moment, running her tongue across her teeth as she thought. "If you're an herbivore, I'm sure we can find you something. I don't normally help feed the vegans," the thought of veganism made her quite ill, "but I can make an exception for you." Her eyes flashed darkly, as they often did when it had been too long since her last feed. God, did she hope that she could take this... mass of muscles out for a hunt, if only because her throat burned.
"It looks like you are, sweet pea. And if you're not, consider this your jail break. Trust me, whoever is supposed to meet you probably won't be friendly." She smiled wickedly. If she had any guess, the head of the hunters had been the one to summon him. After all, if creatures like that existed, and the little human babies were to stay on their a game, they probably needed to interact with as many as possible. Yet, there were plenty of other human groups that would want to see him, and probably a few supernatural as well. "Looks like you're stuck with me for the night, baby." She winked. Was breaking him out a bad idea? Oh, almost certainly. Could it cause massive damage to the city, simply because she was going to let him outside without the proper information about him? More than likely. Was she going to do it anyways? It was a dumb question; of course, Marcelyne, the harbringer of chaos, was going to, and she was going to hope for the worst.
She then paused, noticing his expectance with a raised brow. Oh, right, customs were probably different. "You take your weird.... finger things and wrap them around my hand. We bounce it once or twice, it's called a handshake." She reached her icy hand closer to him. She wasn't just offering to shake his hand for no reason. In fact, her ulterior motive was almost too clear: she wanted to know how strong he was. He looked plenty strong, of course. Hell, he looked like he could bend her in half and swallow her whole, not that she'd mind much. But, appearances could be deceiving, and however hard he shook her hand would be a sign of how their interaction would continue to be. Plus, she wanted to touch him. With her hand on his... hand equivalent, she'd be able to not only satisfy her curiosity of what he felt like, but also position herself in better relationship to his wrist. She could hear his heartbeat, but there was something much ... different about actually feeling it.
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Post by stormaf on Jun 15, 2020 2:50:33 GMT
Akiahr
Freedom, even for awhile, was intoxicating! He loved to explore. All of these thoughts overrode his caution. His eyes lit up when she said 'hunting ground.'
"You have large herbivores here?" He asked, "In your hunting ground?"
In the past he had eaten the odd carnivore, but they were always a little gamey tasting. When she smiled at him, Akiahr immediately noticed the little fangs, somewhat like those the Zaraiia sported back home. Was this Marcelyne a half breed? Had other Zaraiin been here?
Seconds passed and he returned to the moment. She seemed to be explaining why her hand was stuck out towards him. Carefully he took it in his strange grasp, keeping his claws retracted and his grip kind. He could break her hand in a second if he chose, but she posed no threat to him and had been pleasant to speak to.
His heart beat was unnaturally slow and even, his breathing regular and deep. HIs skin would be warm and silky to the touch, belying its sharklike toughness.
As he dropped her hand, he turned to look for potential exits. The only one he spotted was the large garage-style door that led onto the docks.
"Hmmm," he purred as he studied from several feet away. Then he strode over and took a closer look. Electronic lock. He followed the cable up to a motor that connected to a sort of a pulley system. Door lifter?
'What if I do this?' he asked himself as he made a fist and pounded it sideways into the electronic keypad.
Sparks flew with a terrific buzzing. Akiahr stepped back to watch if anything else was going to happen and it did. With a grinding, sputtery noise, the door began to rise. It reached his knees and stopped.
He gave an annoyed grunt, reached down with the very same hand that had gently grasped Marcelyne's, and easily lifted the door, crumpling the steel a little. The result was a Zaraii-sized opening.
Akiahr slipped through the opening and into the brine laden air of the dockside. Free!
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Post by ian on Jul 10, 2020 3:40:42 GMT
"Well, that was certianly one way to do that," she murmured with a smirk on her face. Although she didn't see her adventures with this... man? Was man the proper word? Although she didn't expect to be around him long, so far it had proven to be a chaotic delight, something that she was perfectly content with. At her age, all that was important was that she enjoyed her ride through the chains of the mortal world, right? She jumped down from her perch, pushing a strand of hair behind her ear when it fell into her face.
"To answer your question, in short, yes. They can be a little hard to locate, and they aren't particularly my cup of tea. Deer is probably your best bet, or at least the only thing that I can help you with. The dogs that live in the woods would probably be able to help you out better if you wanted something more than that, but hey, we can't all be perfect." Marcelyne spoke of the shifters with a slight distaste; even when she was mortal, she didn't like mutts. Yet, she lived in a sort of harmony with the pack, the same way that she lived in sort of harmony with all of the other creatures that went bump in the night. Mostly, that meant avoiding and ignoring most of the others, but sometimes it didn't.
She paused, noticing the way he looked at her. While her own gaze was predatory, she wasn't sure that his was. Instead, it just seemed as if he was trying to understand what she was. It was interesting; he wasn't the first to look at her questioningly, but was the first not to be able to put together cold skin and fangs meant a very particular kind of creature.
"How fast are you, love?" She asked as she moved towards the door. The air was cooler than normal that night. "I figure we have about four minutes to get out of the immediate area, and then if you can keep up and how much stamina you have, I could probably take you just about any number of good spots."
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Post by stormaf on Jul 11, 2020 1:41:15 GMT
Akiahr
Outside in the salty air, Akiahr stretched off the cramped voyage. He flexed his claws and shook his shaggy hair, rolled his shoulders and got ready for travel at speed. His eyes reflected the dim light, giving him excellent vision as the night rolled in.
As Marcelyne joined him on the dock, he looked down at her appraisingly, "These deer, they are here? And yes, I am quick, but I am more suited to long distance running and sudden attacks."
He shrugged and added, "I can also climb and jump fairly well, if you want to know."
At that he turned and headed at a jog towards a chain link fence that separated this particular section of dock from an open space behind it. Since the yards were strung out along the water, the area behind the warehouses was mostly field leading into buildings of various sorts. The Zaraii took this route because he wanted to get as far from the docks as he could.
This time, instead of ripping his way out, he jumped up the seven foot fence to the top, where he hopped down and again took his bearings, not that he knew exactly where to go, but away was calling his name. He waited for Marcelyne to join him.
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