• Memorial

Posted: **Tue Jun 26, 2007 7:35 pm**

Belladrox, be very careful that you don't become so annoying that someone gets fed up enough to just kill you, whether or not you happen to be in Ghost at the time.

Posted: **Tue Jun 26, 2007 7:39 pm**

Belladrox you have been earning points, don't piss them all away with a few stupid comments.
Bert is not the only one who would not let anything happen to you Eilonwy.

Posted: **Tue Jun 26, 2007 8:12 pm**

KonThaak wrote:We'll have to hang out this weekend! ^_^ Maybe I'll introduce you to the newest LEO's, Zack and "Logos".

Damn, I missed this the first time. Sorry yo, I was ... distracted. Next weekend good? What departments do Zack and Logos work?

Belladrox wrote:I would...suggest that you mortals clear you heads of thoughts of vengeance before going after this parasite. For a vampire, this one shows a certain amount of animal cunning. Having a clouded head will only get you killed.

The same advice I gave the student I'm avenging. Have no doubt I'll be stone cold when I grab this fucker by the ankles and swing him head-first into the floor like I'm using him to beat out a fire.

Jack better bring his "A" game, 'cause animal cunning ain't enough to save his punk ass. It comes down to the skillz. From Ron's AAR, sounds like this cat fight like most vampires do. Sloppy.

Posted: **Tue Jun 26, 2007 11:59 pm**

He's strong though, stronger than the one we dealt with back around Hallowe'en, and he's almost as fast as Celeste was.

On the other hand . . . he's not invincible, I did sting him pretty good in our alley tussle..

Posted: **Wed Jun 27, 2007 12:04 am**

I'm actually with some others in the middle east. Zack's still around, though, but at this time of night (for him) he's probably sleeping to get ready for work in the morning.

Posted: **Wed Jun 27, 2007 6:58 pm**

That's cool. But KT's like twenty minutes from me.

Ron Caliburn wrote:He's strong though, stronger than the one we dealt with back around Hallowe'en, and he's almost as fast as Celeste was.

Sounds like good news, Jack. The dude at Halloween was a wimp anyway, and Celeste was never fast enough to beat me. Vampires are dangerous, no doubt, so we go in careful. But let not your heart be troubled, yo.

Always remember that you and I are dangerous, too.

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I'm havin' visions of shotgun shells loaded with toothpicks, for that heart-shaped pin-cusion look.

Posted: **Wed Jun 27, 2007 7:02 pm**

Bert_the_Turtle wrote:Belladrox, be very careful that you don't become so annoying that someone gets fed up enough to just kill you, whether or not you happen to be in Ghost at the time.

Posted: **Wed Jun 27, 2007 10:12 pm**

I totally agree Natasha.

Posted: **Wed Jun 27, 2007 10:13 pm**

Well I am not surprised that you are.

I hope Bert was not serious.

Posted: **Wed Jun 27, 2007 10:20 pm**

I totally agree with that too.

Posted: **Wed Jun 27, 2007 10:21 pm**

Posted: **Wed Jun 27, 2007 11:55 pm**

Was I serious?

I dunno. Let's have Belly Aches keep yapping and we'll see.

Posted: **Thu Jun 28, 2007 12:21 am**

I think we already know my position on removal of Belladrox from GS - it's the preferable way to get rid of him - but circumstances may force our hand.

Willie - we're very dangerous . . . and I've been sitting on the shelf too long . . . makes me hungry to make something happen.

Posted: **Fri Jun 29, 2007 11:48 pm**

Damn, I missed this the first time. Sorry yo, I was ... distracted. Next weekend good? What departments do Zack and Logos work?

I'd love to meet you. Yeah, I'm right near where KT lives, so if you're around here, too, we could definitely ge together.

Posted: **Mon Dec 22, 2008 11:55 pm**

I saw this thread and found it very appropriate to what I am about to write.

It was a darker night than usual, combed with clouds and shadows alike. Though it didn’t make a difference to me. The woman that walked along the darkened sidewalk was heavily muffled in winter clothing; I suppose it was cold out. But I never noticed the cold anymore. While the bulge along her abdomen was of her own making, the bags that hung from her arms were from many varied stores. A mangy cat with many scars walked beside her, tail straight up. On occasion, the woman would shift several of the packages she had in her hands, tilting her chin and ear in my direction.

She knew I was here, watching her. But her scent bespoke nothing of fear, though much loathing and pity. By the way the cat spiked out to thrice his size, he probably did, too. I sat back and watched as the woman deliberately crossed the street, creating distance between me and her. The cat followed dutifully at her heels. Her steps were slow and measured as she walked—the gait of a blind woman who knows where she is.

The cat hissed and spit when the men approached the woman; the shadows slid across my skin when I changed position to get a better vantage point. The men did not have good intentions. I knew that much just by their scent. My pace quickened when they hailed her. Her reply was polite, but cautious. She understood what they wanted. And they wouldn’t allow something as trivial as advanced gestation deter them.

When I arrived, the encounter had escalated beyond mere words and into actions. For a blind woman encumbered with pregnancy, she moved decently, I decided. But it was her downfall . . . quite literally. The shadows slid in retreat as I stepped nearer . . . I didn’t bother to hide my approach from the humans, my heels hammering against the pavement like steel nails into a coffin. The mangy cat shrieked and coughed at my approach. The three men, bruised about the face and lacerated eight parts over, instinctively ran from my presence with their goods—her purse, packages, and coat.

The woman shivered and cringed when I stepped over her, my nonexistent shadow casting its undeathly chill over her. She was curled in on herself against my coldness, shielding her engorged stomach with her body and arms and hands, protective even when barely cognizant. I knelt and placed my fingers against her throat.

She lived.

I stood while the woman shivered violently.

And then I walked back into the night.

Posted: **Tue Dec 23, 2008 3:22 am**

No idea what that's about Celeste but on the Khavik thing Count me in. When it comes to Leeches they all need to die. And as some of you already know about me I can be anywhere I am needed in a very short amount of time.

Posted: **Tue Dec 23, 2008 7:38 am**

When I find out who is using Celeste's account . . .

When I find out who saw these guys kill my son and did nothing . . .

I don't care if I'm going to jail, this sicko is going to burn.

Posted: **Tue Dec 23, 2008 3:16 pm**

I can find them for you Ron.

I can make them...regret their actions.

Posted: **Tue Dec 23, 2008 6:43 pm**

I think that line extends around the block. This jerk went from being a pain to getting his jollies watching my unborn son get killed.

I hate goign after humans, but I think I can safely reclassify this one.

Posted: **Wed Dec 24, 2008 3:31 am**

Consider him reclassified and I can assist you in finding this fucker and getting to him as well.

Posted: **Mon Dec 29, 2008 6:36 am**

Celeste Darken wrote:When I arrived, the encounter had escalated beyond mere words and into actions.

Not as fast as you used to be?

Posted: **Mon Dec 29, 2008 7:31 am**

It's not Celeste, Celeste is gone. I watched her turn to ash.

Posted: **Tue Dec 30, 2008 12:43 am**

Willie Long wrote:
Celeste Darken wrote:When I arrived, the encounter had escalated beyond mere words and into actions.

Not as fast as you used to be?

What makes you think I was in any hurry?

Posted: **Tue Dec 30, 2008 5:49 am**

Celeste Darken wrote:What makes you think I was in any hurry?

The person whose name you're posting under would have been. Thanks for clearing that up.

Posted: **Tue Dec 30, 2008 5:47 pm**

_____I don’t understand.

Posted: **Wed Dec 31, 2008 5:53 pm**

Clarity, she was my student. I knew Celeste Darken better than anyone here, except maybe Hollister. She was driven to protect women from predators, as a symbolic way of undoing what happened to her.

She would not have stood idle while a pregnant woman was attacked. Even if she had been hanging far enough back that Mr. Fluffers didn't notice her, she was fast enough that she could have reached them before they broke through Loni's guard.

This poster says she didn't; therefore Ron is right -- this poster isn't Celeste.

Posted: **Wed Dec 31, 2008 11:25 pm**

Hmmm . . . you make the mistake most mortals do, Long: thinking you know a declared demon. Humans know nothing of us. As for whether or not I am this “Celeste Darken” . . . creatures change, even the immortal undead. I have taken the name, and therefore I have as legitimate a claim as any. The only thing left is to find the shaper of blood, and I truly will be who I claim to be.

Be ready. I am the student no more.

Posted: **Thu Jan 01, 2009 4:07 pm**

As you say. All the same, I do have one last lesson to teach you next time we meet.

Posted: **Tue Jan 06, 2009 4:16 pm**

Perhaps we should stop with the cheesy theatrics and melodramatics. Obviously this creature needs to be killed, before it can find this "shaper of blood". That is what should be the number one priority.

It also seems to me, from what this beast is saying, that this thing has no relation to the original Celeste. It has simply taken a name it liked. Stop treating it like an equal and stomp on it like the bug it is.

Posted: **Tue Jan 06, 2009 4:33 pm**

I say we hunt this bitch down, stake her, and leave her out to get a tan.

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I was in no rush . . .

Ron's right.

I don’t understand . . .

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