Were-Hunter Prowl: IC

[AngelofDeath]

ooc : what the hell might as well strive forward. Anyone wants to join me and Jedi Khan refer to the OOC please.

IC: Kimi sighed and slid from her bed with a soft thud. Anyone familiar with the residents of the Red Room would not be caught off guard watching the golden tiger stalk down the the two flights of stairs and head straight into the kitchen. When she came out she was dressed and in human form. There was still an hour left before sundown, but as owner and operated of the bar Kimi made a habit of getting things started early before opening time. In truth the RR's doors were open 24/7 for those who needed it, and it was easy enough living in Las Vegas to have a 24 hour operation permit, but even were-hunters needed their privacy. Kimi was like most Katagaria in that she held barely any love for their Arcadian cousins, but she had more reason than most to hate them. She had been born into a family of Arcadian's and had suffered for her difference.

Her name itself meant secret and that is what she had been to her parents a dirty secret to be kept out of sight. Her own twin brother treated her like nothing more than a filthy beast. It wasn't until she had hit puberty and been able to wield magick as well as take human form, that Kimi was afforded the chance to get away. Unfortunately the Arcadian Tigarian's she met while a Neras made sure her escape was not an easy one. As a result Kimi became distrustful of male tigers, Arcadian and Katagarian, even when her body screamed at her to go and find another of her kind to mate with. Of course owning a Limani meant accepting anyone and everyone, unless she wanted to get face to face with Savitar. Having seen his handiwork first hand the female was in no rush to have him looking for her.

With a yawn and a stretch befitting a large cats Kimi flipped the switch for the sign outside and began to get the place ready for business, setting chairs right side up and firing up the grill as the other began to file down from upstairs. The house band, "Wild Thang," lived at the Red Room as well which meant they were always on time.

 

[Jedi_Khan]

Jeff Kattalakis

It was an hour or two after sunset; the moon had yet to rise, and already the Red Room was bustling with business. The house band played in the corner, barely heard over the sound of the crowd talking and cacophony of sounds coming for a wall of slot machines. Nobody noticed as a side door opened and eight men walked in, four of them looking as if they had just been in a rather vicious fight. Around the necks of the men who were the bloodiest, there was, barely noticeable in the dim lighting, a collar. These men also had their hands bound behind their backs. The other four men, bruised a little but otherwise fine, had vice-like grips on the arms of the other men. It was apparent that they were escorting prisoners.

Behind the group of eight men came eight more, each pair carrying a stretcher between them, two with body bags. The men that were not apparently prisoners looked like shock troopers, wearing body armor, utility belts with holsters, cuffs, and a sword, and heavy boots on their feet. On the shoulder straps of the body armor was a Bowie knife for each man.

The group skirted around the crowd, heading for the back of the establishment. The prisoners were escorted through one door while the stretchers went through another. A few minutes later, the group, minus stretchers and prisoners, came back out and headed for a table in the bar area. One of the bar maids came up to take their order, but only one man spoke up, ordering whiskey, a rather weak drink considering the Red Room’s clientele, for the group of twelve men. While the men of the group appeared to be in the neighborhood of 25 to 35 years old, it seemed that the man who had ordered, while appearing quite young, only about 20, was the leader of the group.

That young man’s name was Jeff Kattalakis, member of a local group called the KPC.

 

[AngelofDeath]

Kimi Argenuea

Kimi walked over after the waitress brought Jeff's usual whiskey with a double armful of food. "You know one of these days I am going to suggest Savitar have you drop the naughty animals elsewhere." She shook her head slowly, right or wrong both sides would go on killing each other til the world stopped spinning. That was probably why they reproduced like they did and also lived for a long time. The saying time heals all wounds was bullshit. Time just made old wounds fester and grudges run deeper. "So fly boy, caught any fat pigeons lately?" Kimi often gave Jeff hell for what he did for a living but that was feline nature after all.

She looked around watching everyone and everything, to most Kimi look like some cute girl with curves, not at all very dangerous. However she was the first to throw someone out, if they were lucky that is, if they stepped out of line.

 

[Jedi_Khan]

Jeff

"You know one of these days I am going to suggest Savitar have you drop the naughty animals elsewhere."

Jeff looked up at the lovely Kimi as she laid down food for the group. More than once he had considered hitting on her, but there was just one insurmountable problem: she was Katagarian. It didn’t matter that Kimi was a woman or that she ran the Red Room, simply because she was Katagarian made her off limits to just about any Arcadian male.

“There isn’t any place else to take them within five miles of here,” said Jeff in reply to her comment. “It’s either bring them here or kill them on the spot.”

“So fly boy, caught any fat pigeons lately?"

Normally, Jeff would have just let her usual jibe slide, but tonight he was agitated about how busy the night had been so far, and it had only just started. Because of the busy night, Jeff decided to strike back with a taunt of his own.

“So, kitty, how’s the Meow Mix?” said Jeff, referring to the brand of food that human’s feed their domesticated house cats. He gave her a look similar to the one she gave him when she taunted him about his day job.

 

[AngelofDeath]

Kimi Argenuea

Kimi let out what amounted to a very pissed of tiger chuff, it drew more than a few eyes in their direction as well as some pushing back from their tables. When Kimi made that noise it was never a good sign. If they were expecting trouble they were surprised when she just laughed, "I don't know, why don't you tell me." A part of hell must have frozen over because before Jeff knew what hit him, Kimi grabbed his shirt and planted a kiss on him, going so far as to trace her tongue over his lips before pulling back. "Enjoy the food guys," She then turned with a smirk and headed for the bar. A few scattered chuckled were heard as everyone went back to business as usual.

The tigress manned the bar as well as picked up the slack since they were short a waitress for the night. About an hour later a group of Daimons wandered in. Everyone gave them the hairy eyeball until they sat down in the corner of the bar. Unfortunately the rule of protection extended to them, but Kimi also knew they worked for Sin. If they so munched as nibbled on anything that wasn't a tourist in THEIR hotel who was either cum or a cheater the Dark hunter and Sumerian God would get to them long before Savitar did. Didn't mean she had to enjoy their presence. Daimons were were-hunter common ground, the one thing they could agree on.

Jeff shot her a few dirty looks now and then and all she did was raise a glass of vodka in his direction and smile. She knew better than to tease him, but it was fun and she was a cat after all. He was cute but he was an Arcadian, sure there were halfbreeds running about but only a handful were from loving couples. The rest were the result of rape, and having been on the receiving end of what Arcadian males thought of fun, she was inclined to keep her distance. Jeff had been nothing but nice to her and beyond polite so there was no reason not to trust him.

 

[Jedi_Khan]

Jeff

Before Jeff even had a chance to reply to Kimi’s words, she kissed him. It was just so sudden and unexpected that Jeff was rendered wide-eyed and speechless, as stiff as a board, even a few seconds after the kiss had ended, at which time he regained enough sense to glare at Kimi as she walked away.

Jeff continued to glare a Kimi as he ate, until a group of individuals more worthy of his glares came in. As the group of Daimon walked past the table that Jeff sat at, he placed his hand on the hilt of his sword, along with everyone else at his table, and continued to glare at them until they seated themselves in the far corner. After that, Jeff switched his glaring back and forth between Kimi and the Daimon.

HELP!

The telepathic cry rang out through everybody’s head, accompanied by an image of a dark alley, with a solid brick wall at one end and the main street at the other. Across from the alley was a shop, one that Jeff and his group easily recognized; it was less than a hundred yards from the Red Room. And in between the person sending the image and the shop was at least a dozen Daimons.

As one, Jeff and his group leapt from their chairs, some of them vaulting over the table, leaving behind scattered food, spilled drinks, and even some broken plates, in their rush towards the side exit.

 

[AngelofDeath]

Kimi and everyone else in the bar got the mental distress call, Jeff and his group were up and out like bats out of hell. Vegas never slept and the bad guys they really had to worry about slept only part of the day. After that the feeding frenzy began. Daimons were animals, hunted in packs and fought as one. Normally they went after gifted humans, the souls were stronger or when they could a were-hunter. Dark hunter were the only ones immune, or rather the lucky ones. Daimons just killed them, Dark hunter blood was poison to them everyone was on the menu. Shaking her head she left, Nikola, her adopted brother, a Litarian behind the bar while she went and woke Stefan up.

Stefan was their resident doctor and the only dragon living in the city. The other all lived further north in the small towns. "Stefan," she knocked gently, "We have a possible Daimon victim headed our way." The creaking of the reinforced floors told her he was waking up. Turning she headed back downstairs to wait on Jeff and the others.

 

[Jedi_Khan]

Jeff

The group of twelve men, including Jeff, raced along the roof tops of the buildings between the Red Room and the source of the cry for help. With inhuman speed and agility, they easily jumped over large gaps between the buildings and closed in on their destination. Issuing directions with his mind to his companions, Jeff had two men continue to follow him while the rest split off to circle around and come in from behind the Daimons.

Jeff and his group stopped at the edge of a building and looked down. Twenty feet below them was the source of the cry for help. The victim was a woman, all by herself, but there was something odd about her. She’s not a were-hunter, thought Jeff. She’s human! But he didn’t have time to marvel at the uniqueness of a human being able to broadcast a telepathic cry for help like she had; he had to deal with what was assailing her. A group of sixteen Daimons was closing in on her, blocking all possible escape. There was currently a ten foot gap between the woman and the Daimons, a gap that Jeff would make use of.

Jeff and the two men with him dropped from the rooftop; the woman screamed as they landed heavily on their feet between her and the Daimons. The Daimons looked surprised for a moment at the sudden appearance of the three armed men, but they determined that they had the advantage of numbers on their side, so their surprise didn’t last long.

“You just missed your last meal, you thrice cursed bastards,” said Jeff in a menacing voice as he drew his sword.

“No, we missed a snack in order to have a feast,” said one of the Daimon. The rest laughed, totally unaware of the men moving in quietly from behind.

“Your funeral,” Jeff said, shrugging. Then he raised his sword and charged. Eleven more voices echoed his; too late did the Daimons realize that was nine more voices than there should have been, for six of their number had already been struck down by the time Jeff swung his sword. The sixteen surprised, unarmed Daimon fell quickly to the onslaught of Jeff and his group, but their celebration was cut short by fresh screams from the woman.

Sixteen more Daimon had just come over the wall at the end of the alley, and these Daimons were armed with swords and knives. They had obviously come prepared to face off against the KPC. The woman now stood between Jeff and the Daimon; she fainted just a few feet away from Jeff’s group.

Damn it! thought Jeff. Two of you get her to the Red Room, the rest of us will deal with the Daimon.

Two of the men rushed forward, picked up the woman, and, leaping up onto the rooftops, were gone. What was left behind was the battle cries of men and beasts, and the ringing of steel on steel.

 

[AngelofDeath]

It didn't take Jeff's men, Carlos and Manuel to show up at the Red room with the girl. As they carried her back upstairs for Stefan to take care of her Kimi took a sniff and then did a double take. She was human! talented humans weren't unheard of, but it didn't happen all that often. Of course that was exactly why the Daimons had attacked her. Shaking her head Kimi just followed them upstairs. "Did they bite her?"

"No she passed out in the middle of things and they hadn't gotten to her yet." Carlos shook his head as he pushed open one of bedrooms they used for the injured. Stefan was already waiting on them. There was something to be said for both Katagarias and Arcadians, there were no average looks. Stefan like every other male walking around were all drop dead gorgeous.

"A human? Interesting." Stefan nodded and let Carlos and Manuel lay her down on the bed. When it was clear she was otherwise unharmed They all left her alone well alone with Stefan watching over her. The last thing anyone needed was some strange human wandering around the Red Room, there were far too many dangers including the residents of the Red Room.

"Go ahead and get whatever you two want from the kitchen. I have a bar to get back to." The KPC even with their Arcadian members were always welcome in the Red Room and to everything inside of it as far as food and shelter. As she headed behind the bar Kimi wondered how Jeff was faring.

 

[Jedi_Khan]

Jeff

An hour passed after Carlos and Manuel brought in the human woman to the Red Room, and there was still no word from Jeff’s group. But that wouldn’t be the case for much longer. Shortly after the new hour started, the side door opened and twelve men walked in, each pair carrying a stretcher. All of the men were obviously members of the KPC, and all of them were bloodied up, either with their own blood, the blood of their foes, or the blood of their wounded. On the six stretchers were also KPC members, sporting various wounds that seemed to have been inflicted by either knives or swords. And on the first stretcher, was Jeff.

His body armor and shirt had been removed and a leg on his pants had been cut open. Wrapped around his lower leg was a bandage nearly a foot wide; another bandage covered his shoulder while a third bandage was taped to his chest. All the bandages were crimson with fresh blood. At first glance, it almost seemed as if Jeff was dead, due to his pale complexion and very shallow breathing. But a second look would reveal that his eyes were open and they were alert; even now, in the safety of the Red Room, his eyes were scanning for possible dangers.

The sight of Jeff on a stretcher wounded like he was, was not the most disconcerting thing about the procession. The mere fact that the KPC had brought their wounded to the Red Room was odd in and of itself. The KPC usually took their wounded back to headquarters so their own healer could work on them, so why did they bring their wounded to the Red Room instead?

The group went up the stairs and placed the stretchers in one of the bunk rooms which had five bunk beds set up for times when the private rooms were filled. As the twelve men filed out, one of them stayed outside the door to run any errands to the kitchen that might be required.

 

[AngelofDeath]

Kimi let out a small breath after seeing the KPC come in. Stefan was babysitting the human so she and Nikola headed upstairs to make sure everyone was ok. They may have had to obey but that didn't stop the looks or the rumbled from Nikola. Like Kimi, Nikola was no stranger to pain at the hands of their cousins. Walking in, arms loaded with supplies, Kimi just shook her head. "Looks like they gave you lot a real work out tonight. So someone want to explain to me why you all are here and not back at the fortress? There is no way this place was closer." She and Nikola got to work checking their wounds and bandaging them again. Normally she would have left this to Stefan, but with their unexpected human around, she knew he more than anyone would sit on her and keep her out of trouble.

"Hey sis pass me the tape will you." She picked it up and tossed it over her shoulder at him while she was busy checking Jeff's shoulder wound. It was one of only a few actual bites any of them had received. "Why fly boy i am shocked you let one get this close." Folding over some fresh gauze she pressed it to the ragged wound. "Who knew you also moonlighted as a Daimon chew toy."

 

[Jedi_Khan]

Jeff was staring out the window at the rising moon when Kimi walked over and started tending to him. She then asked why they were here at the Red Room rather than back at the KPC headquarters.

“We would’ve gone back to HQ, but wouldn’t you know it,” said Jeff, chuckling a little and grimacing from the effort as a little more color drained from his face. “On the night of the biggest fight we’ve had in years, our healer is on vacation in bloody Bermuda.”

"Why fly boy I am shocked you let one get this close. Who knew you also moonlighted as a Daimon chew toy."

“The little bastard who bit me got a knife up the nose for his efforts, the little prick,” growled out Jeff. “Plus, I’d like to see you try to avoid more than a dozen Daimon when you’ve got a knife in your leg.”

Jeff sighed, and grimaced again as Kimi continued to work.

“Those bastards were waiting for us,” he said, turning his gaze back out the window. “There were sixteen Daimon attacking that woman; we dealt with them quickly enough seeing as how they were unarmed. But then sixteen more showed up, and they came prepared. We were lucky to have so few injuries. It’s a good thing we were better swordsmen than the Daimon were.”

 

[AngelofDeath]

"That many for one girl?" Kimi was shocked. "I've got Stefan sitting on her so to speak until she wakes up." She wiped her hands clean and then moved over to tend to one of the others. "At least you guys are just banged up. Better alive than a trapped soul." Nikola had finished up and was standing by the door watching her. When she was done they both gathered up the old and bloody bandages. "Well you lot know where to find me if you need anything." Kimi shot Jeff a look and a nod as the pair headed out and back downstairs. They were halfway downstairs when the sound of a table overturning and glass breaking filled the air.

It was just another night in the Red Room and as usual there were bodies to toss outside. The problem in the form of one pissy and slightly drunk bear. Everyone gave the two plenty of room as Kimi and him squared off and ended off with her hauling the bigger male out the front door. At the same time Carlos and Manual were headed up with ice packs after watching Kimi clean house. As soon as the door was closed the talking and the music started up again. There was still plenty of night left though and Kimi could only hope that for now they were done with fireworks.

 

[Jedi_Khan]

Jeff didn’t respond to Kimi as she spoke, for at the moment he felt himself fading fast, with his vision starting to blur. He knew that his body was trying to heal itself as best it could, but his reserves were almost depleted; he had the feeling that if he allowed himself to fade into unconscious, he wouldn’t wake up again. He needed food to fuel his body’s natural healing process, and he needed it fast. It also didn’t help that his wounds hadn’t closed yet; he was still losing blood rather rapidly.

Damn it! I will not give in! thought Jeff to himself. I am Jeff Kattalakis, direct descendant of King Lycos! I will not give in so easily!

Through sheer force of will, Jeff forced back the darkness that threatened to take him. The darkness receded for a few moments, then came back with vengeance.

Andrei, called Jeff, sending the mental call towards the door where one of Jeff’s younger brothers stood waiting. Get…Stephen…now…

Jeff’s eyes slid out of focus as the darkness finally won out; but he wasn’t dead yet, although he would be in a matter of minutes without immediate aid.

 

[AngelofDeath]

Kimi heard the doors slamming upstairs and raised voices, but didn't really pay it any mind, until one of the KPC guys, Andrei from the looks of it came downstairs and headed for the kitchen. She just assumed the guys were getting hungry and not in fact worrying about their, relative and leader. Sweeping up the last of the broken glass and dish pieces she headed for her office.

Upstairs after making sure the woman brought in Stephan rushed to the next room to see just what was wrong with Jeff. The minute Stephan got close he knew what the problem was. Sitting down on the bed he pulled a pair of scissors out of his medical bag and cut through the bandage on Jeff's leg. If his pants hadn't been int he way Kimi or one of the others would have noticed just how dark Jeff's veins were and how they stood out. As it was the rest of the wound looked normal. Shaking his head he cut away most of the pant leg tossing everything onto the floor, Kimi could bitch at him about the blood later.

"Whats wrong with him?"

"He's been poisoned. I need two of you to come hold him down." They had been around Stephan long enough to act first and ask questions later. One man held Jeff's shoulders down and the other his other leg. Even though the Arcadian was out cold he would still react to what was going to happen. Stephen tied a quick tourniquet high above the dark veins before grabbing a small scalpel from his bag. Slowly he sliced open several of the veins, the blood running so dark it was almost black. The smell was enough to make everyone turn their heads. "Hold him down good."

Stephan pulled the black leather glove off his left hand, it was glowing softly, and the dragon was actually glad man was out cold, otherwise everyone downstairs would think he was being killed. Laying his hand down over the wound Stephan began to forcing the healing power contained in him into Jeff. It was just as painful for him, but the dragon was used it. Jeff's body bucked and he let out a shot in his unconscious state at what was happening. They were both going to need lots of food after this.

 

[Jedi_Khan]

Darkness…pure, unadulterated darkness. That was all that Jeff knew. The darkness was everything and nothing at the same time; it was oblivion. The darkness surrounded Jeff, enveloped him, comforted him, pulled him deeper into its eternal embrace; there was no memory, no thought as Jeff slid deeper and deeper into oblivion.

Then the darkness changed; a light came into being far above Jeff. The light was just a small dot, but in the darkness, it was like a flare. The darkness fled before it, trying to pull Jeff with it. But upon seeing the light, Jeff became aware of himself, his memories, his thoughts; he then remembered that he hated the darkness, despised it. He reached up towards the light with all his might so that he might escape the darkness, and the darkness fought back, but it was no match for the light, for as Jeff willed himself towards it, the light became brighter, stronger, driving back the darkness. And then he reached the light.

Pain…unspeakable pain assailed his senses as Jeff regained consciousness. The shout he had let loose while unconscious transformed into a stream of curses, flowing back and forth between English and Greek as the pain continued. Somewhere in the back of his incoherent mind, the thought occurred to him that he could possibly be heard downstairs, even so far as Kimi’s office or the kitchen, but Jeff paid the thought no mind as his entire focus was on the pain radiating from his leg as the healer Stephen worked.

 

[AngelofDeath]

At first Kimi didn't pay too much attnetion to Jeff's shout but hearing Andrei rushing from the kitchen grabbed said attention and had her leaving her office. The smell of death and decay hit her as soon as she got close to the stairs. After a deep breath she headed up to hear Jeff swearing. The door was sitting wide open as she took in the men holding Jeff down, blackish blood oozing from his led and the strain on Stephan's face.

"What's wrong with Jeff? He was fine when I left."

"Poisoned. The blade that sliced his leg open was dipped in it. He was lucky." Stephan pulled his hand back and wiped the blood off of it before replace the glove. Stephan never used his hand unless he had to which meant Jeff had been near death. "You might want to star bring food up. His body's reserves have been depleted." Kimi was coming around his side as the others backed of and Andrei went to go collect the food he had left behind.

"I shouldn't have just changed the bandage."

"Kimi it's not your fault. The initial wound didn't give off the scent his dead blood does. This is a very old and very dangerous poison. I think the Daimons set a trap for the KPC. What I don't understand is how they got their hands on this." Looking up she searched his face and realization dawned on her. The poison had come from Katagarias. Slayer and Strati developed it had only one purpose, eliminating Arcadians. Stephan's family had its own dark past, which explained how he knew what it was and where it had come from.

"I'll check on the others before I go in search of my own food," Kimi just nodded and she cleaned the blood from Jeff's leg and rewrapped the wound. Thankfully the others had not been poisoned. Once Stefan was done a few moved over to another room, everybody wanting their space to heal and to eat.

 

[Mireille]

Delaney

Andreea Delaney Xenos hated slot machines. She didn't feel too fond of the Red Room, period. However, right now, it was the best hiding place that she could think of. Keeping her head down, she slumped against the far wall, where the slots were, and, one eye on the door, she started feeding the machines coin after coin after coin.
Shit, how in the name of Alladin had they found her?
She really shouldn't be here. Kimi wouldn't take too kindly to her. Savitar had told her that Kimi hated Arcadians and she should really try to stay out of her way during her "visit" to Las Vegas. Hell, Delaney would have been more than happy to heed the mighty Savitar's advice, but right now, she really had no choice.
She had only arrived in Vegas a few days ago, had no knowledge of the city and where to start the search for her past. She had a tessera behind her, a group of Daimons in need of dispatching, and an angry God waiting for the opportunity to exact revenge for a past she did not fully remember.

No way! No blooming way am I grovelling to...that...for help.

Kimi was a golden tiger. A golden Kattagari tiger, for Odin's sake! As an Arcadian white tiger, Delaney knew a thing or two about being on her own in the world. Tigers didn't think too highly of whites. Hell, they were an aberation that needed to be disposed of, lest they contaminate their species even further than they already had.
Her mother, Soraya, had been beaten to an inch of her life and cast away from her Arcadian pack when she had hit puberty. Alone, hungry and bruised, she hadn't been able to control her transformation back from tiger to human, hadn't known how to walk on her furry legs, how to hunt for food, or find shelter. Nobody knew how she had ended on the little Greek island of Sifnos, and how she had transformed herself from a battered teenager into a loving, giving mother, woman, and wife.

"Mitera, mitera! Wake up! Mommy!..." Delaney heard herself scream in the recesses of her mind. "Please don't die, mommy, don't leave me alone..."

Palms sweating, Delaney forced herself to push the painful memories to the back of her mind. She had to concentrate. Right now, all that mattered was getting those sons of bitches off her back. And that meant getting rid of those Kattagari bastards hounding her.

It didn't matter who she was, or what she had done in her past. She was here now, and she was determined to stay. Spotting Kimi at the other end of the bar, Delaney squared her shoulders and started moving towards her.

After all...I have done nothing to make her throw me out of the limani

 

[AngelofDeath]

The night really couldn't have gotten that much interesting. Jeff for the moment was still out cold and under the careful watch of the others and Stefan was off tending to his own needs. And yes the gods decided to drop just one more piece of drama into her night. Even with the long absence of being around the Arcadian tigers of her own family, Kimi would never forget the feel or the smell of one. Her hand curled into a fist as she turned her head, eyes falling upon the female headed her way.

Her hated for her arcadian heritage should have been directed at only the males, but not one female in her family not even her own mother had stepped in to help her once she switched from Arcadian to Katagaria. Plastering an all to fake and very predatory smile on her face she asked, "What can I do for you cousin?" She wasn't about to risk Savitar's wrath over the newcomer. Kimi was shocked that she hadn't picked up on her soon, but with all that had been going on a pack of Charonte demons could have made their way in.

 

[Mireille]

"Tigris...", Delaney adressed the Kattagari. It was always polite to address a Were-Hunter by their proper animal name. Arcadians didn't care much for that, but Delaney knew from past experience that Kattagaris were very touchy...people when it came to matters like that.
"Delaney. Delaney Xenos. Means "enemy's child in Gaelic." Delaney offered her hand to the gorgeous tigarian. "I need your help. Savitar sent me" OK, so that last bit was a bit of a lie, but hell, she was desperate.

 

[AngelofDeath]

Now that she was up close Kimi could see just how much shorter the other female was compared to her. "I don't doubt that you need help. Whether Savitar sent you. I think its more likely he told you to avoid me if you can, but that I would refuse to help you," she politely shook Delaney's offered hand. Nikola turned looking at them and she shook her head. "Kimi means secret, a secret Tigers like you wished to forget."

She was sure she stilled smell of the blood from the various men from the KPC she had tended to. "I don't know you so I can't say that I don't like you. However I have every right to know what or who you are leading here. This may be a limani, but it is also my home and home to others." That was the downside of the limani, enemies could come face to face, but once they were out of it, that was another story. If Jeff were up and able Kimi would have directed the other tiger to him. Kimi was nice enough to not stand up and tower over the other female.

 

[Mireille]

"I've got a Kattagari tessera and two Arcadian Sentinels breathing down my back. I'm not trying to threaten your home, Tiger, but I don't know the city and I need a place for the night. Maybe some food. A few drinks. And a map of the city. And for the record", Delaney turned towards the lioness who had spoken earlier, "I don't know who you are, but don't you ever again assume you know better than I do what I like to remember and what I'd rather forget."

Delaney ground out the words as scattered memories swirled around her eyes, making her whole body go rigid.

Her beautiful mother, swinging her up in her arms, running around in the grass with her and her sister, Satya, and the baby, Elijah. She must have been around 7 or 8. Her dad, a good, compassionate man, loved by everybody, and the only healer in his little village on the island of Sifnos. Until the day she had killed him. She had been 12. She would never forget that day. But would she ever fully remember it?

Delaney shook herself out of the terrifying vision, and walked toward the bar.

"I've got a rogue faction of Daimons to hunt down. Will you help me or not?" If there was anything that Delaney hated more than anything in the world, it was Daimons. Daimons had destroyed her family. Her life. Her village. She had sworn she was going to make them pay. Every. Last. One. Of. Them.

She had spent the better part of her years hunting them down, and she was not about to let a tessera slow her down. Over the years, she had had to escape a few, sometimes even had a confrontation or two with their mambers. The Kattagari, she knew how to deal with. It was the Arcadians that she hated. For what they had done to her mother. For what they were trying to do to her. She hated being like them.

"I am nothing like them. Nothing!", she ground out between her teeth before turning around to face Kimi's answer.

 

[Jedi_Khan]

Jeff

Jeff blinked. He was alone, except for Andrei who was sitting in a chair by the door. Oddly enough, Jeff didn’t remember anybody leaving. The last thing he remembered was waking up in serious pain, with a long string of English and Greek curses on his lips. He figured that the pain must have caused his brain to shut down temporarily, thus leaving him unaware of his surrounds, yet conscious.

Jeff’s stomach gurgled, drawing his attention to the fact that he was famished. He looked up to see Andrei nod his head in understanding then turn to head out the door. But before he could, Jeff asked him to get Stephen back in here so the healer could explain what the hell had happened to him. Then Andrei was gone, heading downstairs to get a lot of food, and also to find Stephen and/or Kimi.

 

[AngelofDeath]

Kimi had to resist the urge to toss the other tiger right out the door. "Nikola watch the bar. Delaney and I are going to my office." Her tone didn't leave room for either of them to argue. She wasn't about to talk about something like this out in mixed company. She slid from her stool and headed for her office. "You are going to tell me exactly why you have hunters from BOTH sides of the fence after you. As far as Daimons go we have the KPC to take care of them." Already her instincts were telling her to get rid of the girl.

She pushed her office door open and cut the light back on. Like the rest of the place everything was done in red. Sitting on the corner of her desk she look Delaney right in the eyes. "It's not often the Arcadians hunt one of their own unless you've killed one of your own for no reason. And the Katagarian don't bother with Arcadians unless you have also killed someone in cold blood. So whats the real story? Before you start let me tell you this, we've already had a human girl who is upstairs right now attack by a pack of nearly 30 Daimons. I've got an entire crew of injured Arcadians upstairs. So this better be good." She brushed her hair back, "Its been a long night Delaney and its not even half way done."

Damn Savitar, he had dropped the name of the Red Room on purpose. He knew no matter what Kimi would help. Hell even if she couldn't she knew Jeff would. Neither of her hunters would stop until they were satisfied one way or another as long as it ended in Delaney's death or severe punishment.

Downstairs Nikola spotted Andrei coming down and pointed towards the kitchen where Stefan was. It was the only reason he would be leaving Jeff's side. Stefan was currently powering down a very large sandwich compliments of the RR's well stocked fridge. Spotting Andrei he set the sandwich down and grabbing the plate of food and half gallon jug of water he had set aside for Jeff, headed up alone. Andrei headed back out into the main bar area intent on getting a nice stiff drink. Pushing the door open Stefan looked in to see Jeff sitting up. "You are one lucky man, Jeff."

 

[Mireille]

"I really don't have time for this bullshit." Delaney was extremely pissed off. Even sitting on the corner of her desk, the Kattagari towered over Delaney, making her feel exposed and on edge. Hell, she had no doubt that under normal circumstances, she would have nothing to fear from the gorgeous blonde, but as things stood at the moment....

I've got to get out of here, Delaney thought. What the hell was I thinking? If they smell me...

Turning around on her heels, Delaney stormed right out of the office and started running, only to smack, two seconds later, into the hard chest of a gorgeous dark-haired Arcadian. Collapsing on her knees in front of him, Delaney tugged her turtleneck jumper down and whispered desperately "Please take this off me..." The last thing she thought before she fainted was "Damn, and I was getting so good at hiding my scent..." As her fingers fell limply off the metriazo collar around her neck, Delaney didn't realize that she had spoken those words outloud...