Vampires - RP (Advanced)

[Drace]

Yes, the advanced version because I just can't stand that other one.
Advanced people only! No idiots! And I'm looking at you Shadus    Also no Big Duke. Sorry, but you aren't RP marterial.

Anyhoe,
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Freddy looks at his watch.
"Hmmm... 2 hours left. I hope this bus hurries up," he thinks, but his mind quickly falls back to his music. He's sitting in a bus, somewhere in the back, looking out the window while listening to Iron Maiden. His right hand, tabbing to the beat. His left hand, holding his Magnus which is before the seat next to him. He stares into the horizon without blinking nor thinking.
Suddenly a man tabs on his shoulders. Freddy looks up, pauzes his music, pushes back his headphones and asks what the problem is.
"Sir, I'm forced to remove you. People are frittened by that weapon of yours," says the driving with an obviously scared and hessitating voice.
"Oh, no worries. It's a fake. I got it for my nephew. It's completely harmless."
"Ah. Ok then." The driver turns to the other people and tell them it's a fake. Some take a deep breath and continue what they were doing.
"I'll leave you alone now then. Have a nice trip."
The driver goes to his seat and continues the long road ahead. Freddy turns on his music again and stares into the endless horizon again.

[Grandy]

 "Ding! You have a message!" the eletronical voice said.
 "Eh? Granpa! There's mail for ya!"
 The pretty girl waited for a minute, then sighted.
 "GRANDPA! THERE'S MAIL FOR YOU!"
 "Alright! Alright! You don't have to yell! I'm still not deaf!"
 An old man entered in the room.
 "Well, you didn't answered when I called."
 "What?"
 The girl sighted once more.
 "Nothing, you have mail."
 "Oh, yes, I see..." he stood there. "Ahem, could you open it for me? I don't know a thing about this computer of yours."
 "Okay, it's from someone called..."
 "Called what, dear?"
 "...that's weird, there's no name..."
 "Well, what it says?"
 "Something about... going to Transilvania... it must be just SPAM."
 "..."
 "Yes, it is just SPAM, so there's no point going to there, right?"
 "Well..."
 "What?"
 "It has been a while since I last traveled..."
 "Oh, no, you're not going, you're too oooold--" she hold her tongue, but it was too late.
 "What did you just said?" He doesn't looked angry, in fact, he seemed to think that was a funny situation.
 "Nothing"
 "Now, you better remember that I'm not old, I still young inside!" Then he laughed and tried to jump, but...
 "My back! Ouch!"
 "I told you it would be better if you stoped trying to jump."
 "No, no! I'm fine, see?" He tried to stand up. "Ouch! Okay, it's settled, I'm going to Transilvania!"
 "WHAT?"
 "Now, now, be a good girl and take care of the store."
 "But, gramps..."
 "I'm going to get my stuff ready."
 "But..."
 "Oh, I'm guess you're right... I'm too old..."
 "Yes, that's what I-"
 "And my back is fragile, so it's better for you to get my stuff ready!"
 "WHAT?!"
 "And I would like some tea later."
 "Wait a minute, I-"
 "I'll take a nap, because I'm too old." He closed the door behind him.
 "He aways do that when I call him old..."

[Grandy]

 The old McDarrick was sleeping inside a plane, the plane was almost in it's destination.
 "Whoever did this" Alden though "has a nice taste. First class! I haven't traveled like this since... ever!" He reached his hand to his handgun, the security at the airport let him pass with it because of his reputation as a policeman. He didn't even knew why he was taking his weapon with him, he though he just felt vulnerable without it.

[Drace]

Freddy takes a sniff and looks at the sky as the bus behind him drives on.
"Europe! Smells the same like allways! Good to be back here."
He takes a look around.
"Hmmm... not very crowded here in Transylvania. Ah well."
After a quick search through his pockets he finds a small piece of paper. He looks at it, puts it back in a random pocket and starts walking down the street in search of the church.

[Dragonium]

Lyon swings his foot up onto the table and groans loudly. He tries to stand up, then finds himself slopping wine down himself and sits back down, replacing the glass on the table and staring blearily around the darkened room. The curtains are shut, but an odd white glare in front of him pierces the gloom. He stares at it for a second until it comes into focus.

The computer screen blinks enticingly, and the box bouncing around the pale square confirms Lyon's suspicions - the hooting of a new e-mail arriving had woken him up, and now logic told him to open it. It could be viruses, or worse, more fan mail which would clog his inbox for hours, but what the hell. He hits the "Open" button, the mouse sticking on the unclean table, and blinks a few times to read the text.

After scanning it briefly, Lyon grabs the phone and dials a number quickly, speaking into the reciever in a hurry. "Yeah, yeah", he mutters, then smirks as the caller picks up from the answer machine, "Yeah, hey. Don't call me, I'm goin' to Transylvania. Oh, that's charming. Yeah, I know. Don't tell me 'short notice', I can't go back in time. Whatever. Hell yeah. Bye".

He slams the phone down, shudders, then grabs a hold-all, throws his crossbow, Tear's Mark, in, along with a few other possessions, and swings it onto his shoulder. He puts on a belt with many different bolts hanging on the back of the door, and steps out into the street, heading to the nearest coach station.

[Grandy]

 "Well, it's quieter than I though..." Alden was in a bus station in Transylvania, there were some children playing around there, and a mna waiting for the next bus, but besides that there was no one. "Where should I go, again?" he took a little piece of paper, but couldn't find his glasses, he turned to the man.
 "Excuse me."
 The man opened his eyes.
 "Yes?"
 "Could you tell me where is this place?"
 The man took the piece of paper and looked into it. Then looked scared, then looked at Alden, then to the paper, then to Alden, then the paper.
 "I-its just that way, but I don't think its a good idea to go there..."
 "And why not?" Alden asked politely.
 "Because, thats the residence of a...." the man looked to both sides and then whispered "...vampire."
 Alden found that funny.
 "Vampires?" he asked loudly, the man looked to both sides to see if anyone was listening.
 "It's true! Don't say so loudly!"
 "Well, I don't believe in those things."
 "Everyone here do. Look, you don't seem like a bad person, take this." he took some ammo from his pockets "everyone here has some of these, they're blessed."
 "I don't think I'll need those..."
 "Stay with 'em anyway, its a present."
 "Thanks, but..." he stoped talking, the bus the man was waiting was there, the man entered it.
 "...folcloric traditions..." whispered Alden, and started walkign tot he direction the man had pointed.

[Drace]

In front of a gigiantic old building Freddy comes to a stop. The buidling is old, very old. There's a smell coming from there and the stones are crumbling. A few plants have grown against the building. Freddy shakes his head.
"So this is my bloody hotel for the night. Ah well. Better than being late."
He slowly walks up to a big wooden door. In it are lots of cracks and incarvements. There's a big handle on it. Freddy grabs the handle and slams it against the door, making a loud noise. A few moments later the door opens with an eerie noise. Behind it is a large man. He's wearing a black suit and looks very old.
"Ah, Mr. Phoenix. We've expected you. I'll guide you to your room so you can go to the church tomorrow."
"Sure, whatever."
Freddy follows the man, walking up one stair after another and walking through one hall after another. In the building are lots of stuff like painting, armors, weapons, shields, statues, curtains etc. etc. The man stops and opens a room on the 4th floor somewhere in the back.
"This will be your room," he says with a loud, distorting voice quickly followed by coughs.

[blackskullwarlock]

'You have a new message'
''Who could bother me at this time of the day?''
It was late at night. Draven was half-awake, almost in a zombie state, working on his latest latest weapon. His desk was cluttered with notes, plans and various contraptions he created in the past.
"So, it looks like there's a job waiting for me on the 28th in the middle of nowhere. Great, just great."
He closed his computer after printing out the e-mail and cleaned up the mess he created during the day and went to bed because he had to wake up early tommorow.

The next morning, he woke up before the sun was up. He packed a bag with clothes and took money off his chest. After warning his servants that he would be leaving for an undetermined amount of time, he took his trusty whip blade and sharp rapier and left for the backyard. Still filled with his mother's favorite flowers, he quickly walked to the immense shed where his father's private plane was. After waking up the pilot, who was living in a small house within his own mansion, they departed for Transylvania. The flight there was smooth and the weather was almost perfect. They arrived at destination, landing at the appointed airport.
''Thank you Francis, I shall call you once I am ready to return. Do not allow anyone near the plane nor enter my mansion. Warn Major Domo that I want my office to be good as new for my return.''
''Yes my lord, I shall gladly do so once I've returned to your mansion.''
The pilot returned aboard the ship and restarted the engine. After watching the plane fly away, Draven took the e-mail he printed out and asked a nearby person, probably a tourist, where he could find the church.
''Aye m'lord. 'Tis church ain't far from here. You could easily reach the village by catching a nearby barouche."
Draven politely thanked the men and walked toward the nearest barouche and told the driver his destination.

[MrMister]

Riot washes his hands and steps into the kitchen.

Riot: What's in the mail, Carol?
Carol: Junk, spam, unsolicited, spooky insignia, a flyer, and some coupons for IGA.
Riot: Oh, any coupons for frozen food?
Carol: Ummm no. I'll just trash it all. *pulls out lighter*
Riot: Wait, the spooky insignia is for me? Gimme.

Reading letter...

Riot: Transylvania? Pah! Fah! ...Grah!
Carol: Oooh. Umm... there's a problem! It doesn't say +1 guest.
Riot: Oh please, I'm not going.
Carol: But! Come on! It would be cool to see far away places.. the farthest you've been outside of Vancouver is.. East Vancouver.
Riot: Culturally it's different!
Carol: Geographically NO!
Riot[badass voice]: Well I failed Geography.
Carol: It came with a plane ticket, you aren't going to disappoint Mister.. Vlad, are you?
Riot: Vlad? As in the former-
Carol: I'm sure it's like Joe over there. You're going.
Riot: Fine.

2 days later, Riot boards the plane.

Riot: Wow, these Air Canada seats are comfy.
I really should stop flying WestJet. One of these days I'm going to crash and get sucked out the back of the plane like the guy in Lost. That would suck some supreme horse's ***.

[Grandy]

 "Mr. McDarrick, welcome."
 Alden McDarrcik was uncornfortable, looking at the house, it wouldn't be a nice weekend.
 "Thanks, I must ask, am I the only one here?"
 "Another guest just arrived, sir."
 McDarreck took off his hat and scratched his head, something in this man just gave he creeps, he though it woulkd be better having another company for now. "Can I see him?"
 "Sure, sir." the man started to walk silently, Alden started to follow him.

[MrMister]

Riot arrives in Transylvania to see creepy townsfolk, reminding him of a certain Resident Evil game.

Riot:*Looks at map* Hm, the castle thing isn't that far. I can walk.
Crazy Ethnic Man: Firearms! I got firearms!

Riot walks past, eyeing a shiny hatchet.

Crazy Gypsy: You is like mah acks?
Riot: Your.. what?~!
Gypsy: Mah acks. Made of steel, cut through a watermelon like four time! Only 2 leu! You is buy! YES! YES YOU IS BUY?
Riot: Uhh... sure.. *hands him $12 CDN and runs*

Riot arrived at the destination 20 minutes later, with the axe handle sticking out of his backpack. The door was open, so he peered inside. There was somebody inside with a butler looking man.