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Vini sat for a moment longer, observing their conversation. He found Dr. Sasha to be reckless, foolish, and very naive. Jacinto seemed to be a more decent sort, more or less managing to keep his rather unstable men in line. He was better than nothing, that was for sure. Vini brushed himself...

Vini had ended up leaning against a support pole near the front gate, in earshot of all the conversation around him. He wished he could breathe the air, and get a feel of the place, but for now he enjoyed the secrecy his veiled face provided him. He was just a stranger, of an average build, with...

Vini was annoyed with the woman, he now knew as Dr. Sasha. Annoyed that she was so brash, annoyed that she refused his handgun. Annoyed that she would likely die soon. Approaching the boss of the man you just nearly killed for saving you? All in all, it seemed to be pretty up there on the list...

While Vini was impressed, he was not looking to kill a man just after entering the city, and for a second, he thought he had assisted in murdering a raider, the primary defenders of the city, not even five minutes after entering it. When Carter pulled at the rope, he sighed in relief that he...

Vini had seen enough, and as such, he decided to back up the scarred man. He walked up behind the captain, his steps slow and audible. He then drew his pistol in one quick motion, and put it right behind the man's head, pulling back the hammer of it. "I would do what the good man says, if I was...

Vini stayed fairy silent as the caravan passed, wishing to draw little attention to himself. As the raiders entered, and the three trucks followed, he approached the caravan guard, "I'd like to ask you one last favor- Could you drop my... package off someplace specific? Again, no questions...

Vini's caravan continued to march on, and as he walked, he saw the flicker of his motion detector in the distance, and his eyes themselves saw movement. Or, at least he thought they did. He gestured to the caravan to stop, and took his rifle from his back, using it's scope to scan the horizon...

Vini walked slowly down a cracked and broken road, travelling with a small caravan heading towards the city. One of the three cargo trucks carried a tightly bound package, covered with a large tarp to hide what was inside. When he had first joined up with the caravan, his terms were simple; In...

As the woman, clearly of a supernatural origin, entered the clinic with a werewolf in tow, Jack grimaced. It was for but a moment, and it was likely unnoticed, but the fact remained that things were going very poorly for Jack. He felt a strong aversion to the woman who had disrupted him just as...

Jack patience was wearing. At any moment another supernatural may approach, and join the fray. While he continued to hold his pleasant conversation, he made a choice. Now, his every word was laced with a supernatural power meant to control the minds of mortals. If she was a normal human, she...

Jack smiled pleasantly, and looked over at Faye, "I would very much like if we discussed this in private. Unwanted ears could lead to someone getting hurt, and we both don't want that." Jack said it pleasantly, but it seemed to be as much a threat as a warning. He waited a moment before...

Jack kept his response concise, wishing to hurry, as Miss Mega could return at any moment, "Then it would be best if everyone with offensive abilities attacked it at the same time. Who has some sort of firepower here?"

Jack shook his head, "Skip the revenge for now. Once we are out of here, we can find the source of this, and remove it. Miss Mega isn't going to be the only one who can turn it on. And again, I'm Jack, if you missed it the first time. I suggest Leo freezes a wall around here, and shatters it. If...

Jack slowly stood up, and wiped the blood from his face, casually brushing himself off, "Don't I at least deserve a thank you?" he said with a smirk as he waltz over to a frozen guard, and pried his machine gun from his hands. After inspecting it for a moment, and looking down the sight, he...

Jack thought for a moment, his hands clasped, and his head positioned down, before his spoke, and he looked up at her, "Dangerous people. The type who come in with bullet wounds, or slashes, not colds and ailment. The type of people you would want to stay away from lest you get involved with...

As Jack entered the office, he noted the staff. After taking a seat, he spoke "To be frank, I want information. A great deal of supernaturals run through your office, and I would like to know a little about them. Don't worry, I'm not trying to harm any of them, but I fear a few may be in...

Jack smiled as he walked towards her, "Please, call me Jack." He began to walk with her, "I appreciate your respect for my privacy, and your aid to the supernatural. It is rather admirable of you, if I might say so myself. And unfortunately, rather rare... but that's all rather gloomy stuff...

Jack blinked, clearly surprised, "Dr. Ackerman?" He said, then chuckled, "I seem to have had some good luck. I would like to speak with you in private however, if that is possible. My problem is rather... Personal. As a doctor I'm sure you understand." Despite his outward appearance Jack was not...

Jack slowly took the money, inspecting the blood on it. "Lot of blood for a cut..." He muttered, loud enough for them both to hear. He made a show of slowly looking over the bills, and deciding to keep them anyway, as money is money. He slipped them back into his wallet, and his wallet back into...

Jack was suspicious of Faye, but calling his dad seemed to be a fair enough story. Well, it would have been, if not for the hushed whispers. But no matter, he may have been just being polite. As the bells chimed, he glanced back, to see a woman enter, and he nodded his head slightly with a smile...