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Post by Vaughn Logan on Aug 8, 2012 15:58:51 GMT -5
The sounds of water droplets hitting the floor was annoying, but Vaughn had his focus on the workbench in front of him. His large brimmed hat lay besides his work area. His clothes were worn, and grungy. Probably due to the many escapades he had encountered in the Sewers and other areas where he tracked down a Vampire or Lycan. His long, dark trench coat hung comfortable on his built, strong physique. He stood at the height of 6'2''. Not tall enough for the makeshift-light fixture above to hit his head, but still close enough to maybe catch on any loose hairs. No, the compound wasn't perfect. But it didn't have to be. It was mainly a place for planning, not a luxury-cruise.
His automatic crossbow lay in several pieces. Vaughn stood over it cleaning each piece and inspecting anything for damages. At his hips rested two 45. Colt pistols in their appropriate holsters, as well as a hand blade used for close-quarters fighting, and for throwing (or at least to buy him time to make an escape). He knew he was doing something right, for he was still alive and made it this far. In a main hallway in the Compound there is a plaque. On the plaque reads the names of the fallen, brethren hunters who died in the fight. For many hunters it is a ritual, before each hunt they place their hand on that plaque if only for just a second to honor the fallen. For some it's a reminder. A reminder that many, if not all, would give up everything, even their lives, in order to keep the city safe.
But every corporation, group, or body of feel has corruption. Vaughn knew it was present. He had made himself known among the hunters, but he was in no place to know the secrets of the Hunter compound. Nor did he really want that sort of acknowledgement. Vaughn is one of the hunters who places his hand on the plaque. He knows he is no different than anyone else. For him it is a duty and an honor to do what he does. Keeping the peace is what's important.
With the pieces of the crossbow in check, Vaughn slowly puts them back together. Forming his weapon, the weapon that he has pointed at many. Around Vaughns neck rests a silver cross necklace. A necklace that belonged to his mother, and when she was taken by the Vampires, he has never parted with it. Like the plaque it's a reminder of what he does, and why he does it.
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Post by Dante Stark on Aug 8, 2012 17:16:51 GMT -5
Danticus walked into the compound.. He'd been out on a mission and it'd been shocking as he used to have a partner that he'd work with sadly his friend had died in the process of one of the hunts something that made Danticus intense with rage.
He stopped looking down the plaque looking down the names he saw his friend and placed his palm on it.. on the inside he was crying but on the outside he was cold and dark.. the world kept on turning so did Danticus - He stepped back and continued through the compound he'd noticed an influx of hunters coming and going as they please.. He was still edgy after his dealings with his previous mission.
As Danticus stopped he walked into the area where they kept some of the food supplies setting himself down a chair and pulling up a tray of the special of the day.. Pork and beans... Mhmm he thought to himself as he laid his sidearm on the table.. It appeared Danticus didn't like to hang around with many of the other hunters as he didn't like to get attached most of them died anyway so he preferred to keep himself to himself, he didn't socialize with people he worked with it just wasn't something he did.
He looked down at his dinner and continued to eat while getting a small piece of paper out of his jacket pocket. It had co-ordinates that Danticus had been visiting staking out a group of Lycans who been preying on the elderly.. He'd killed them but he was proud of slaughtering them as they had just been dogs to him.
Danticus sat in silence, it was peaceful but something was missing.. His old trust dagger that he'd lost killing the wolf that attacked his friend, it was a priceless dagger but he had to let it go otherwise he'd have been dog chow right about now.. still it didn't save his friend.. Oh well life moves on... Dante sighed deeply as the thoughts crossed his mind.
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Post by Vaughn Logan on Aug 8, 2012 23:44:28 GMT -5
Looking over his work brought a slight grin to his face. This crossbow had gotten him out of a lot of sticky situations. Both figuratively and literally. It wasn't until he went over to his locker that he noticed Lieutenant Danticus sitting by himself at a table in the mess hall. Vaughn didn't care much about authority, especially in this place. And he especially didn't care about being told what to do. He ignored the Lieutenant and looked over his locker. Taking out necessary equipment and placing it on himself for what he was about to do tonight. He looked back into the mess hall, only to see the Lieutenant still sitting there, looking like crap. "Shit", Vaughn said to himself silently. He then slammed the locker closed and walked over into the mess hall.
He pulled out a chair and let out a deep breath as he sat down. Vaugh sat forward, hunched over with his hands resting in each other. "What's eatin' yah bub?" He said, peering over at him, squinting slightly with his eyes. "Did another get lost out there?"
Vaughn honestly didn't give a damn about how the Lieutenant felt. It was a job. And something that had to happen. Besides, it's partially the Lieutenants fault for why the place runs the way it does. But he could understand losing someone on the battle grounds. And for that, he did feel sorry. But he also understood that sulking didn't mean anything.
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Post by Dante Stark on Aug 9, 2012 13:03:52 GMT -5
Danticus had slipped into his own memories forgetting his was even in the hunting compound, he'd never even heard the man come and sit down next to him as he was too far distant in his head. The scene replied itself in his mind he and his fellow hunter had been out on a routine patrol.. And they had gotten split up looking for the Lycan before he transformed so they could put it down easier.
Dante had been with his best friend Eric, and there attempts at splitting up cost Eric his life and it was all Dante's fault.. The moon was hovering the sky now and the beast could have taken its time and come for Danticus but he was unaware it had been stalking Eric more than him.
Dante's hands clenched at the table as his mind still tormented him-- He saw Eric walking towards him when the wolf had come from behind and stabbed him in the back as Eric dropped to the floor Dante screamed out drawing his side arm and firing wildly at the beast who fled leaving a trail of blood behind..
Dante walked towards Eric and held his shaking body.. "Common Eric, it'll be fine... I'll get you back to the compound.. I'll patch you up... Just stay with me, I'm supposed to look after you man we're friends.. You can leave me not like this.." Dante's voice pleaded as Eric finally stopped shaking in his arms.. Dante had lost his friend.
Back in the real world he let out a scream and stood up flipping the mess hall table.. He looked around and finally saw a fellow hunter standing by him.. He'd witnessed Dante's outburst but the lieuteant didn't care... He was to emotionless to care.. Nothing that had just happened meant anything.
Dante sat back down in the chair and calmly breathed to himself, He knew the reactions he'd get would either be really bad or something stupid and sympathetic.
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Post by Vaughn Logan on Aug 9, 2012 15:08:42 GMT -5
Pork and Beans. Meant to go into your mouth really. But when a deranged Lieutenant flips a table...it tends to go everywhere else. Vaughn stood casually and slowly and wiped the Pork and Beans off of his leather trench coat and onto the floor. As the Lieutenant went to sit back down on the chair, Vaughn stepped over to him heavily and grabbed him by his collar, throwing him against the wall. A picture of the Knights Templar hung about the Lieutenant's head, and shook. For a moment Vaughn thought it was going to fall, that only would have been collateral damage. Vaughn stared at the Lieutenant with a disgusted look on his face. Eye contact was no present. The only real signs of life within the Lieutenant was his heart beat, which was increasing rapidly. Vaughn gave him a waking slap in the face, hoping he would be paying attention. If but just for a little bit. "Now you listen to me, because I'm only going to say this once," Vaughn said directly and stern. The Lieutenant looked like he was straying again, so Vaughn, with his other hand, grabbed the Lieutenants face and pushed it to face him. "You want people to stop dying? Huh? Then change the order of this place dammit. I know there's corruption here, I don't know what but the numbers don't quite add up. Also, stop treating them like monsters. We need to stand for something more. Don't give the morality to the men that we kill because we can. There is no joy in killing, Lieutenant. Vampires, Lycans, doesn't matter. They feel the way you feel now when we kill one of theirs. We need to be focusing more on keeping the people safe. If a Vampire or Lycan gets out of line, then we step in. Understood, Lieutenant?" Vaughn said, shaking him a little bit. "If you think they're monsters, then you need a reality check. Look yourself in the mirror sometime, you just might get it. " Vaughn had been wanting to say what he just did for some time. But could not find a good moment. He knew the Lieutenant had the power to banish him from the Hunters, or to even mark him as a martyr. But Vaughn honestly couldn't care. He let go of the Lieutenant, and stepped back a few paces. He grabbed his hat from the floor, that the Lieutenant so generously knocked onto the ground upon toppling over the table, and placed it on his head. Vaugh then gave another look at the Lieutenant, just before he begun walking through the doorway he had originally came. "That plaque out there stands for something. Don't touch it with bloodied hands. It disgraces those that actually take our jobs seriously...If you need me, Lieutenant," He said sarcastically and with a deep tone. "I'll be getting myself a drink." Vaugh then tipped his head towards the Lieutenants direction and stepped through the hallway. Proud of what he said back there. ------------
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Post by Dante Stark on Aug 9, 2012 16:11:02 GMT -5
Dante had been oblivious to all that had just happened to him and he stood there shocked.. Not out of light of the incident but learning that corruptibility had been plaguing the compound.. This isn't at all how he wanted this to go down.. Fuck the commander.. Fuck his rules.. Danticus was going to change his methods and make it a smarter more elite and more focused working together.. Unnecessary killing was going to be stopped.. Danticus wanted to stop all of the hunters from butchering unless it was truly necessary.. He walked to the bar area..
Seeing the man that he'd been in the cafeteria he sat down next to him and ordered them both new drinks; "Okay.. I need your help... The Commander has been awol and I've not been running things.. and i should have.. I want you to help me stop the hunters from killing all Lycans and Vampires without reason.. I want to go about our job a more smarter way that will result in less blood loss.. I want your help in making me bring our once great group out from the gutter.. And at the moment you're the only person i can trust, i want us to weed out the corrupt and i want to finally get us to start judging the Lycans and Vampires..
Deeming how they should be treated whether it be exile or what not but.. well this would be the time to step in and lend me a hand.. I think we can do this but i need a powerful friend and you seem like the guy... I'll admit I've killed a group of Lycans but for the sake of them attacking humans.. i know i was wrong to do so and i want us to change all of our polices so that all those people we've lost they didn't die in vain." Dante looked at Vaughn and gave him a nod of solidarity meaning he wanted help in changing the system.. He needed all the help he could get and this man seemed like his only viable option in getting the polices changed.
Together they could bring the hunters out of the dark and finally show themselves as not cruel killers but a group that would be sworn more into protecting people of its own kind without the need to kill others otherwise they'd have been no better than them.
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Post by Vaughn Logan on Aug 9, 2012 20:39:30 GMT -5
The whiskey went down hard. Like drinking pure gasoline. It did it's job. It kept Vaughn awake and alert, and cleaned his sinuses up nicely. The compound definitely didn't have the best tasting shit around, but it did it's job. Maybe a little too well. It wasn't long before the Lieutenant strolled up besides him. Vaughn slid a second bottle he had next to him in the Lieutenants direction. After he did, he lifted his bottle and took a swig. He let out a deep, crackled breath and peered over at the Lieutenant.
"I hear what you're saying. But it's bullshit. The Hunters compound was never out of the gutter. Our numbers dwindle each day due to poor leadership. If the Commander is AWOL then it's time to get one whose head isn't shove so far up his--Look..If you cared, you'd have done something by now. Picking up women each night, isn't one of them. It might be your way of releasing stress, or justifying the deaths that have accumulated on your hands. But it's not helping the Compound, not a bit. The HC will never be perfect, but it at least needs to be handled more professionally."
He took another swig of his drink and stared at the wall in front of him. Above the wall filled with racks of different assortments of liquor rested a painting of the last supper. It was damaged, dart holes littered and isolated the middle of the painting. It was crooked on the wall. A reminder that things were forgotten and left to rot.
"What you really have to ask yourself is if YOU are ready for change, and if YOU are up for the task. If you aren't willing to change yourself. Then any effort to rebuild the HC will be in vain."
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Post by Dante Stark on Aug 10, 2012 4:35:40 GMT -5
Danticus understood what he said and he totally agreed he should have been taking more of a predominant leadership role within the compound but yet he was always away busy with pretending that none of this existed in truth he didn't want to accept the role he'd been given by the commanding officer.
"Your right.. I'm going to change my ways then I'm going to fix things around here no more unnecessary bloodshed need be caused. We're going to change our ways and work more professionally than we have been.. I can see what I've been doing wrong and I'm going to change that. " Dante sighed as he doubled back his shot of whiskey and lay his hands on the bar.. Things had been troublesome since the commander had left Danticus without any standing orders. Danticus wanted the group to be more edgy and advanced than those who had abilities so he'd try everything in his power to make sure that no more blood was going to be spilled.
"Well than... I've got a lot of work to do about this... but it's going to happen" Danticus perked up more, it's what his friend Eric would have wanted now he was going to do right by his friend and fix things around here so he could have a clearer mind and start to realise their own potential as hunters. He was willing to take up the challenge and was glad someone had finally opened his eyes instead of pussy footing around the matter.. He'd liked that this person brought it straight up to him and was glad he'd been show his own errors.
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Post by Vaughn Logan on Aug 10, 2012 5:43:35 GMT -5
Oh yes, progress. He took in a large drink and listened to the Lieutenant ramble. His eyes rolled and he let out a smirk. "Good", he said as he put the empty bottle onto the counter. "You can start my cleaning this place up." Vaughn stood from the counter into the corner and pulled out an old broom and dustpan, throwing it in his direction. A smirk ran across his face.
Slowly he grabbed his hat and lay it on his head. "A lot of work needs to be done if we want this place to amount to anything." He took the bottle from his hands and placed it on the counter. "By the way, I'm Commander Vaughn Logan. From now on we work as a team, more organized, and unified. Soon we will hold a meeting and lay down some groundwork. If nobody likes it, they can find the door."
Vaughn walked over to the painting of The Last Supper and fixed it so it was no longer crooked. He then raised his hand to his forehead, then his sternum, and then each shoulder blade as if he were saying a prayer in his mind.
"Why do the Hunters here not follow the old codes? They act as if the Vampires and Lycans all of a sudden sprang from the ground."
He turned to face the man, still holding the broom in his hand. "Ready to get your hands dirty Lieutenant?"
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Post by Dante Stark on Aug 10, 2012 18:04:00 GMT -5
Dante stood excited that finally the commander had shown up.. Dante was always one for comical relief and he took the broom and pretended to sweep. "Well Sir, it'd be a pleasure to get my hands dirty for you.. I'm waiting on your standing orders. I'm your right hand.. " Dante was a natural follower and he supported the commanders every word. Right now he didn't care if it seemed like he was being humiliated. At least now he wouldn't be alone on the hunting front and The Commander would finally be giving out orders to Danticus.
After awhile Danticus placed the broom down he was done with the act he sat down on a stall and shrugged his thoughts of.. Goddamn it Eric.. he thought in his mind as he grabbed another whiskey.. It was going to be a long dreadful night and Danticus was feeling like the bottom of the barrel as Eric had been eating away at his soul. And well the hunter could do nothing but try and forget about the thoughts of that evening.. If only they had stuck together... Maybe it was Danticus fault he lost his only partner...
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