Darkstalkers: The Nightwarriors

[dragonrazor]

A year after the Psionic being Pyron was defeated by the Damphir Donovan, unrest fills both the human world and the demonworld. Shortly after Morrigan helped Dmitri conquer the demon world, she left, and wandered, searching for something she couldn't begin to explain. Hsien-ko and Mei-Ling still search for a way to save the souls of themselves and their mother. Felicia has settled in the town she helped save, along with Jon Talbain, the werewolf. Donovan and Anita have started helping humans and Darkstalkers to get along, and the others are still fighting, but only each other.

Walking a path between the Dark and the Light, Lance Kiros had been using his abilities to help people. Not an easy task considering the buzz about Darkstalkers.

 

[Bigdavebeast]

In a bar Zabel Zarrock, lovingly called Lord Raptor by his fans was playing his song "Black Justice" much to the acclaim and excitement of his soul drained fans.

Had it really been so long since he made his deal with the devil and doomed himself and the fans at his final living concert? It had indeed, but that didn't stop him from tearing that bitch up so long ago. The mouth in his gut was singing the vocals as he wailed on the guitar.

One woman threw her panties on stage and he took note of her with a wink. For a zombie, he was still quite the lively man and as the song came to an end he laughed loudly. "Yeah baby, we're partying to our destruction tonight."

 

[Demos Straxus]

Some distance from the blasting heavy metal, a bulky and huge giant made his way slowly from the entrance. Hidden beneath a dark traveling cloak, his body still nearly scraped the ceiling.....and was almost as wide. Stepping up to the bar, he spoke, a deep german accent betraying his country of origin......well one of them anyway.

"I vill have a beer."

A single gold coin was plunked down as payment, and Victor took his drink and moving closer to the stage. Examining the creature posturing on stage a slight smile curled his inhuman features.

"At last. Ze great 'Lord Raptor'. Perhaps he vill have vhat I seek...."

 

[dragonrazor]

Lance walked up to a tavern, and pushed the door open slowly. Hearing the music playing, he almost walked away, as he hated the song. Instead, he walked in and sat down at a table, adjusting his cloak.

 

[LadyAria]

Morrigan Aensland

Without fanfare or notice, Morrigan had returned. She pulled a cloak up over her head to hide her identity. She had search long and hard without the ultimate reward she sought. There was no real going home for her. Not after the war. Instead, she stopped at a bar to collect her thoughts. A few drinks and a feeding later, she would decide her next steps.

She walked in through the back of the bar and slipped into a table in the back. Scanning the room, she took in the scene. An average night and the usual suspects carrying on as always. Somethings never changed. The lead singer hollared out, "Yeah baby, we're partying to our destruction tonight."

"Preach on, brother," she muttered under her breath.

 

[Demos Straxus]

Victor sensed the other Darkstalkers, and reconsidered his intial approach(Pulling Raptor off the stage and beating him into a pulp until he told all he knew) Such actions would no doubt earn him reprisals from his peers.

Instead, the Golem turned his attention to the woman that had newly arrived....no, something else. She wasn't human....Nor Vampire...odd. One thing was certain however, her aura stank of dark magic. Victor knew not how he could feel this, but we was certain she possessed some of the knowledge which he sought. The zombie could wait, but unless he moved quickly she might dissapear.

Deciding to take the direct approach he walked to the table at which she sat, and leaned towards her, his massive size shadowing her in darkness. One hand reached out, in a handshake, rather than a fist. His other hand clutched the beer, cupping it much as a human might hold a thimble.

"I am Victor. Pardon ze intrusion, but I vas vondering if you vould like some company."

Placing his beer on the table, he pulled back his hood to reveal monsterously scarred features, including a pair of electrode places prominently on either side of his head. In the dark light of the bar one could make out a complexion that was distinctly green.

"I think ve have much in common."

 

[dragonrazor]

Lance raised an eyebrow, something having set off the scanners in his eyes. He followed the signal, then settled upon a woman and a large conglomerate of people. Strange, he hadn't noticed them when he came in.

 

[LadyAria]

"I think ve have much in common."

Morrigan raise her face to look at the large creature before her. Arching her eyebrow, she fell into her familar role. The wings on her head flexed moving the cloak back revealing her unnaturally green eyes.

"I was feeling a little hungry."

She smiled before kicking out the chair with her foot. Cutting her eyes to right, the motion of a man adjusting his cloak caught her attention. She let her cloak drop back and shook out her green hair. If he knew her, he would come to her. She turned her focus back to the huge figure before her.

"You just going to stand there?"

 

[Bigdavebeast]

Finally he finished his next song Judgement and he jumped to the ground, noticing the others. He knew Victor and Morrigan. Most of the time they were his enemy during the wars. He didn't recognize the other guy. Strange sight really.

He walked up to the bar. "Beer me." The guy tossed the beer to the zombie who took human form and sat back watching. "Hey, let's not cause any trouble folks. I'm just here playing music, getting groupies and drinking beer."

Well, he was lying of course. The australian Undead was hoping Hsein ko would be attracted to the music anc come hunting him down. His feelings for her were not in question as she was the other undead of the major Darkstalkers. But he wasn't going to make it something for them to use against him.

 

[Demos Straxus]

Victor smiled slightly, and then reached one hand down, lifting the chair in one massive hand, and then holding it out to one side for her to see. He easily dwarfed the chair, and there was little doubt what would happen if he tried to sit in it.


Setting the chair to one side he kneeled, his entire upper body still above the table top. Smiling slightly he spoke, his unusual features conveying a surprisingly ironic humor for one of such size. Most assumed him little more than a fool.

"One of my size cannot easily find accommodations."

He picked up the beer, emptying it in one shot, and then setting the glass on the table before him, His attention now fully on her. Staring into her green eyes he smiled, adopting a pretense of innocence that did not reach his eyes, which remained cold, edged with the knowledge of things no mortal should know.

"Hungry you say? I vould be happy to help you, Fräulein.....?"

 

[dragonrazor]

Lance raised an eyebrow, seeing the stunningly beautiful woman who he thought looked familiar, and the extremely large conglomerate of a man. If he had been like the other Darkstalkers, he would welcome a fight, but he was trying to do good. He stood up slowly, then walked over, ignoring Raptor, who he'd recognize anywhere. He grabbed a chair and sat down slowly at the table.

"If it's a fight you want, you're better off not tempting me. If, however, you're after something else, my connections would be most useful."

 

[LadyAria]

"If it's a fight you want, you're better off not tempting me. If, however, you're after something else, my connections would be most useful."

Turning to her new guest, her wings flexed with her interest. The large man stoop at the table before them. While it would be amusing to see the two men fight, she found her responsible center. She had slowly learned over the years everything can't be for the fun of it.

"All I do anymore is look for that something else," she replied. "So, what are you looking for?"

 

[dragonrazor]

Lance looked the woman in the eye, then shrugged. "In my case, it would be purpose. Of course, love wouldn't be bad either. You're a pretty one, aren't you."

 

[Demos Straxus]

Victor rolled his eyes, annoyed with how the tiny man's thoughts instantly went to that. Undoubtly a result of the woman's unique gifts. He himself had to work with difficulty to restrain the same response, which even now caused a dull ache in his groin. Confinement of that part of his body could be quite painful for him. Ignoring it for now, he turned to the newcomer.

"And who are you?"

His tone was harsh, but matter of fact. Annoyed at having been interupted.

 

[dragonrazor]

Lance caught the movement of the big man's eyes, and turned to look at him. His own eyes had a strange color to them, the result of what he was. His body didn't react normally to women, but his mind took the place of it. He looked at the man for long moments, before speaking calmly and quietly.

"My friends call me Lance. My enemies call me The Xenotype."

 

[Demos Straxus]

Victor cracked a rare smile at this, and actualy chuckled a bit. The man wasn't very impressive to look at, but he had the right attitude. Victor wasn't terribly fond of his fellow darkstalkers typically, but he might make an exception in this case.

"Vell put Lance. very Vell put indeed. As to purpose...I vould suggest another beer."

Raising a massive hand, he gestured to a nearby barmaid to bring them a round.

 

[dragonrazor]

Lance leaned back in the chair as the barmaid came up. He stood up slowly, and seemed to stare into her soul, then smiled. "Wine, please. Something in a berry blend, perhaps."

 

[dragonrazor]

OOC: bumped, and i love that ava, Aria....is that you?

 

[LadyAria]

"Make that two" Morrigan said leaning forward on her elbows.

She looked from one man to the other.

"Lance, Victor, shall we share some spirits. Why don't we tell each other one story so we may see into the others...world?"

Drawingly circles on the table with her finger, she recrossed her legs.

 

[dragonrazor]

Lance raised an eyebrow, turning to study the face of the woman. He still couldn't figure out why she looked familiar, and it was nagging at the back of his brain.

"What did you have in mind? Origin stories, for lack of a better phrase?"

 

[LadyAria]

"What did you have in mind? Origin stories, for lack of a better phrase?"

Morrigan waved her hand with a smile.

"Oh, nothing so ...somber. Tell me something entertaining. I care not from where you came, but more where you want to go."

 

[dragonrazor]

Lance thought carefully, considering her statement. She certainly had an air of superiority. Of course, judging from her body, she had the right to such an air. He shrugged, and closed his eyes.

"Long ago, there existed a race of humanoid creatures with great power, strength, and speed. They were known for their knowledge and wisdom. They were masters of genetic engineering, machinery, combat. It is said that their ships were semiorganic, like myself. I hope to find them, or at least, enough of their technology to find out what I am."

 

[Demos Straxus]

Victor listened to the story with mild intrest, sipping his beer. The other two could have wine if they liked, but his nature made beer far more cost efficient. He could drink 8 or 12 bottles of wine without feeling the effects. At least beer was cheaper. When Lance was done, Victor took his time.

"My own quest is far simpler in the telling. My father, in creating me died. It is my wish that I can return the gift he gave me and return him to life. To this end I have searched the globe, in search of true immortality, for only then shall I understand how to bring him back."

 

[dragonrazor]

Lance studied the big man's face for a few moments, then smiled. "I seek where I belong, whereas you seek to restore a man falsely killed to life. Most interesting." He turned expectantly to the beautiful woman, hoping to hear her story.

 

[LadyAria]

"Resurrection and acceptance...looks like both of you are being driven by love, dare I say," she smiled before sipping the wine.

"My story is like any other. Quite boring, I may add. I'm looking for something more from my life then what my father planned. So, what brings you here tonight? I fear I've somehow found myself in a circle. Since life has no accident, maybe I was meant to find you two."

She propped her head up on her chin. Her thick green hair curtained around her face. Mischief danced in her eyes as she looked at the two very different men. Her other hand held out her glass in a toast to them.

"Maybe we could help each other out?"