Wall of Fame

"Oh, I don't know...they say the passion of youth makes up for the experience of bitter old age." Sorin smiled wickedly at his fellow Anantya before continuing. "But do come here and give us a kiss, Morrigan, Darling, so I can test that theory."

This wasn't her fight but she'd watch and even fuel the flames a little. She still found the bitterness between to clans members, elders no less, odd to say the least. The hate ran deep with these two. An ending to it would be no less than catastrophic.


Ellis only wish she had some popcorn.

"GIMME A JELLY DONUT! ...TO GO!"

He turned and looked at Ellis and reached out to touch her wounds. She didnt flinch, she was fuming as she looked at the vampires.

'Why didnt you dodge?' He asked, perplexed.

Ellis met his eyes, her watery green ones were unfocused with rage and bloodlust. She sneered.

'Dodging is for pussies.'

She shrugged, 'There's no other way around it. The clear path is the straight one. She chose to walk this path with me a long time ago. Deviating will only prolong the inevitable.'

'Ok you scare me when you wax poetic.'

She giggled, 'Yeah I know, creeps me out too.'

'THAT IS NOT A FUCKING BIRD. PANOS!!!!' .

After disposing of the broken pew, Mai left the Cathedral grounds and came back later in the evening carting a large piece of earth and grass in the wheel burrow. This piece, she carefully packed into the hole in the ground and pushed down the edges. Good enough.

It never entered her mind that the nearby golf course was going to be more than a little annoyed to come out and find a chunk of their nice green lawn missing.

My name's Amberelle She held out a soft, perfectly french manicured hand. But if you're good you can call me Amby..She grinned at him playfully.

"Amberelle it is then." Jan smiled. Good was a description that rarely applied to him so he doubted he'd be calling her Amby any time soon.

A myriad of emotions, from revulsion to concern to frustration, passed through Thaddeus’s mind. A rat. Fantastic.

My Mai, you touched a rat? You want me to touch something that has touched a rat?

What in the hell is this guy’s problem? First he tries to knock me over, then he attempts to frighten a rat into me, and now he’s –talking- to it? And who the hell is Mickey?

My god. He’s completely insane. I’m trapped in the sewers with a lunatic.

Good god. Am I being –petted-? That’s it. There goes the last of my dignity. Bye dignity! Nice knowing you! I’m being –petted-. And furthermore…

It wasn’t until Alfarinn abruptly snatched his hand away that Thaddeus realized exactly how pleasant that stroking had felt on his feathers. In fact, it was probably the most relaxed he had felt since he had entered the sewers. Still, Thaddeus Grey was a vampire, not some sort of –plaything-, and he puffed out his feathers to display his disapproval with this turn of events.

"So here we are two people, alone in an apartment, at night, eternally in the prime of our lives... hmm He paused, hand rubbing his chin thoughtfully, eyes glinting with mischief.

"How about a nice game of chess?"

he walked over closer to where Carol was standing.. standing there looking up aswell..

"Maybe she lives in there.. " he interjected with a faintly amused tone in his voice

'Why is this ring important?' Simon watched the Wolf, his beastly mannerisms but its eyes glowed speaking of the trinket. 'You dont look like the jewelry wearing type to me, Lykaios,' he said with a snide grin.

She was close enough to feel his breathing, and reminded herself to do the same, as she leaned forward tilting her head up to speak in his ear.

"Are you sure you want those to be your last words, Mr. Evans? You’re crazy alright.

But so am I."

"There's a marked difference between being blunt and concise, and shining someone's ego with gold-plated..."

Connie's mind filled in the words her brain had followed in the sentence Rachyl was speaking.

"Bullshit."

Stumbling backwards up the stairs was fairly simple; he wasn’t feeling all that great to begin with. He raised a shaking hand to point at Nic and cried, “I knew it! You’re one of them! Back to Hell, demon! Back to the foul underworld that spat you out! Begone, vile spawn of the netherworld!”

He added a bit of gibberish in Egyptian (shamelessly copied from some of Alfarinn’s more interesting attempts to draw a laugh out of him although the man spoke the language just fine) and reached up to grab the little silver ankh pendant that hung from its leather cord around his neck. Regardless of the fact that he’d just advised Nicholae in a very obscure language to ‘always wear underwear,’ he added for effect, “The power of Christ compels you! The power of Christ COMPELS you!”

“Well that’s impressive. Look, we’re almost at your new place and then perhaps you can tell me what happened, if you like. I’ll be happy to start planning your funeral. Say, are you fond of carnations, or should I just vacuum you up when she finishes with you?”