sirenspull | Entries tagged with c: abraham van helsing

[Eponine looks exhausted. She's pale and there are big dark circles under her eyes. The hard glint in her eyes is more prominent than ever; that awful reminder of her time spent locked up and treated as a criminal.]

For anyone who should care, I am free of the college.

[She bites her lip] Thank you... for being nice to me.

willprayforyou

[Not long after the video begins, it becomes clear this transmission was not made on purpose. Seconds tick bye yet the feed remains black. However, though there are no images to entertain the would-be viewer, there is a cacophony of sound.

Somewhere nearby, children are screaming in terror while adults shout frantically. The reason for this chaos reveals itself in the form of a loud, monstrous hiss. Then, without warning, that unholy sound is replaced by the repeated boom of gunfire. The shooting seems to go on forever but in actuality only lasts a few seconds.]

“Benedictus Deus.” [An unseen woman speaks, her voice tightly controlled.] “Gloria Patri.” [These words are followed by one final shot.]

[Rustling fabric can be heard as the sound of crying grows louder and is joined by the muttered prayers of an unknown man.]

“You are safe now. That foul thing is dead.” [This declaration is made by the same woman as before, now speaking Italian-accented English.] “I will alert the authorities.”

“Thank you.” [When the man replies, his voice trembles from shock.] “Sis--Sister.”

[Finally, the video switches from black to a bright, almost blinding light. It spins, images blurring, until coming to rest upon the face of a nun, her grim expression at odds with her apparent youth. It’s obvious she didn’t expect the feed to be active and is not pleased to learn is has been recording for some time.

The nameless nun stares silently before eventually deciding to addresses her audience. Instead of introducing herself or offering some other pleasantry, she rather curtly poses a question.]

“If we truly have nothing to fear from darkness-spawned demons during the day, then how does one explain this?”

[The video swings to display the serpentine body of a night naga, which lies still in the deep shade of an enormous oak tree.]

“Bad enough this abomination should dare to show its face in daylight. But to brazenly launch an attack on hallowed ground is an intolerable act of blasphemy.”

[The video spins again, focusing on a group of children being comforted by another nun. Beside this huddled mass is a priest who stares intently at the woman filming him. Judging by his expression, he might be more afraid of her than worried about the threat of further monster attacks. Beyond them all can be seen a small, unassuming church.]

“If this is your doing, Estacado, be assured I will find you and send you crawling back to the dark pit from whence you came.”

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Latin Translation: Blessed be God. Glory to the Father.

(OOC: This post is part of the Falling Shadows Event.)

tinyvampiregod

[The video is balanced on Walter's nightstand, focused on the vampire laying in Walter's rumpled bed. He looks.... terrible. Bloodshot eyes, skin stretched taut over sallow cheeks, almost grey in pallor.]

I have contracted the plague.

Integral, I blame you for infecting me.

tinyvampiregod

[The video focuses on the figure of the vampire, seated behind a desk, hands neatly folded on the top. He smiles and the petite canine fangs show.]

For those of you who do not know, today is Walter Dornez birthday. I expect appropriate well-wishes from his associates here. [He smiles and his fangs are sharper than before, eyes glowing red.]

To Integral and Seras- we will do something special. We will... bake him a cake.

doctor_seward

[The screen pans slowly; A dusty wine cellar lies ahead, dark and sinister with its many shelved bottles but for the lantern which illuminates his face.

He stares blankly, desolate into the corner. His eyes seem oddly hollow but for the way his hands wring together, worriedly. He picks up one object, and horrified, moves to the next, seeing yet unseeing whatever lies before him.]

No, no…It cannot possibly be…T-that's…

[He mumbles unto himself much in the manner of a man possessed, sweat laden upon his brow. Given the clarity of the feed you might be able to deduce as much, if but for the silhouettes which move unseen in the background.]

Altogether, I find it a troubling matter...But they'll not indulge me! Do you think we are but a flicker in this reality of shadows? It shouldn't be, and yet I think, but for the life of me, this place has changed me. It has transformed me into a wretch.

I-I would explain, but how does one explain evolutionary theory to the madman or to the beggar? Can he be thought to grasp such things when his primary concerns point to survival? Back home, a man named Charles Darwin thought that the genes were responsible, that over time a species develops certain traits handed down from their common ancestors. He stipulated that each living creature must compete within its own limitations to survive, and that over time those traits which assist in survival and are better suited in dealing with the dangers of the world, begin to dominate the bloodline while the ones that were less beneficial were lost. Is it so that in order to survive here, within this place, we must not only assimilate, but our genetic makeups must transform as well lest we die or fall prey to some unkind thing?

( Struggles of evolutionary consequence )
[Once he finds time to settle down he'll pick up one of the bottles and toy with it idly in his hands.]

Suffice to say that I would never have thought I would be subject to nature, rather than God's whims. But, I've been proven wrong. I scarcely know how I might control a latent ability come miraculously manifest. How does one learn how to do such things? Please, advise me.

( Filtered to Stoker Household )

tinyvampiregod

[The screen flickers on and before it stands a pale creature with black hair and a long white coat. His eyes are red as rubies, lips bloodless pale in a faint smile

He tips his head to the side, hands clasped behind his back and when he speaks the voice is childish, affecting a lilt at the end of his words]

Canada. Aha.

[His tongue is pointed as it darts out to wet his lips]

I see through your trap. Nazis. You’ve mastered killing off your own kind but fail so badly at humor.

[Those red eyes take on an inner glow, burning like hellfire. Shadows thicken and draw forward, velvety fingers licking at his boots, at the shadowed hem of his coat]

I’ll have my Coffin and my human, now. [He looks left. Then right.

Then up.

Then down, back on the NV.

His tone is solemn, scolding, though the smile at the corners of his mouth deepens] No? [His bloodless lips pull back in a ghoulish smile, revealing dainty fangs that grow longer, sharper, two sets of upper canines, two sets of lower canines]

Then I shall huff and puff and tear this whole island down.

angel_of_death

[The audio feed begins with a horrible screech as the recording NetVice and its attached receiver skid violently across a wooden floor, the clatter of metal against metal signaling the heavy device’s abrupt stop against the wall of the room it is recording from-- not that such would be visible, as only the audio function had been tripped by the sudden upset of the innocent device when it was brutally knocked from its rest on a table that was currently at risk for being next in line for mistreatment.

It’s not quite the end of the feed, though. No less than a second following the ungodly racket, a voice begins to yell from across the room. Despite the distance between the speaker and the recording device, his words come across loud and clear.

The speaker is young, English, and very, very angry.]

WHY?! Are we not charged with protecting this land-- even this wretched, filthy land-- from supernatural threats?! Is that not our duty to the Crown! Even if the cockroaches revive because of the Core, LET THEM DIE!! And IF they should reappear-- take them and condition them THEN as you will!!

I RE--

[Unfortunately, gravity elects that moment to shift the NV against the wall so that it snaps shut, cutting the transmission before the rest of the conversation can play out.

So sorry, network.]

makethemguilty

( Entry background. Manfred's stay in the hospital. )

[Von Karma was as much in possession of the facts as he was day and night. What was more, he didn't know what to make of the unsettled feeling which almost seemed...oddly familiar. Perhaps it was the way in which the nurse had addressed him.

The morning was otherwise, by all accounts, relatively uneventful. The doctor told him of their decision to release him, with which he'd immediately consented, and asked for his clothes to be returned to him. They were, unfortunately, still stained with dried blood from the incident. He wondered if they couldn't be dry cleaned and mended given he'd no other clothes to speak of...He opted for the moment to borrow a black jacket, a plain sweater, and a pair of pants a little too tight that had been laundered, left by previous patients in their storage, carrying his own clothes in a small package under his arm.]

'Thump', 'click', 'click. 'Thump'. 'Click, click'.

[His cane made a steady beat against the polished floor as he moved, his body stiff and a little awkward from the support brace bound about his fractured ribs, his hand gripping the handle hard as he carried himself towards the entrance. He clicked on the video feed now, looking perhaps a bit out of place since he wasn't wearing his usual jabot, but a plain turtleneck sweater instead.]

Strange. That almost seemed...But no matter. Recommendations: Tailors, and…A hotel, if possible. I suppose I could utilize the map on this phone if needed, but it would be more convenient to be told what this City offers.

[First things first, he would need to find available transport. Then, he could look for ways in which he could obtain proper clothes, as well as temporary residency. A hotel for a night, in all likelihood.

He was now standing outside on the street in front of the hospital, looking unconcerned.]

(OOC: If you want to bump into him on the street by all means.~ Action tags are welcome.)