Better red than dead

[Crimson Tilsverd]

Crimson didn't say anything to the angel comment, his mother was a vampiric angel but no one needed to know that, she would be a prime target then. He just shrugged at Logan's question and looked to Jinx. "Well leave it to a girl named Jinx to be superstitious. Who ARe we going after missy? I did my work for tonight so I may as well find a way to pass the rest of the evening, maybe see if this target has and blood stowed away. The real snobs have blood wine. " he looked over his shoulder towards Logan. "Tell me that shit doesnt sound dark."

[Jinx]

Jinx shrugged at the comment of her being superstitious. " 'Least SOMEONE has to be careful." When Crim asked about the target, Jinx just gave him a blank stare. "Well, since you only wanna go for the big ones, i've no idea. BUT!" She said as she went over to pull a chair with the back broke in half from next to a dumpster to where the two were. "I do have something that could help us decide!" She skipped over to where she dropped her trench coat and stuck her hands into an inside pocket. She pulled out what was obviously a folded up map and skipped back over to the chair. She opened the map and set it on the chair. Despite how faded and torn it was, it was obviously not a map of the area, and in the bottom right corner the name 'Middle Earth' can be seen. "I think our best options is to go there." She pointed at what looked like a volcano on the map.

[Logan Storm]

Logan blinked his eyes once when he saw the map, blinked his eyes twice when she pointed to the destination she wanted to go to, then blinked his eyes one hundred and thirty times realizing that she was serious. ".... How the hell are we even going to get there?"

[Crimson Tilsverd]

Crimson looked at the map an groaned. "Okay maybe it is beyond your time to know this but that is a fictional world. There is no locale that has that precise topography." Oh the vampire had to be careful, he actually sounded eloquent for a moment. "Why dont we just find a mansion in the hills and ruin some perfumed twit's day?' he looked between the too, gauging for a response.

[Jinx]

Jinx wasn't very smart if it didn't come to explosives, but she did know when to tell if something was of value and Crim practically told her its worth. "Well then..." She folded up the map and stuck it down her shirt. "If that map is really useless, then i've no idea where to start looking for someone to kill."

[Logan Storm]

Logan stared at the woman, his right ear now touching the right side of his shoulder. Never before did he see such stupidity than he saw today. This womans thinking made his past actions look like genius work. Though, Logan stayed composed. He gave no look but that of confusion to the woman and continued on with the conversation, not wanting to ever travel back to such a dark subject in his lifetime. "I am with you on the hills thing," he said, giving a full look to Crimson as the topic of who is worth killing continued. "Since you have such sympathy for your own kind, since I don't care, and since she seems like the type of girl to point and shoot at anything with pale skin, fangs, and a craving for blood; you are the perfect person to lead us to the promise kill. So I am following you. Pick a real baddy to kill too, none of those pathetic ones who beg for their life so easily."

[Crimson Tilsverd]

The plucky redhead rolled his eyes. "If human can kill human what is the difference between vampires and vampires?" he grinned and started walking to lead them. But he didnt seem to be done talking as he elaborated on the art of death. "Youre not going to anyone who doesnt deserve it though.. no one who doesnt have it coming or makes my kind look worse than they already do. Honestly, we spend centuries being hated when we did nothing wrong, then we do something wrong and expect everything to pan out? I would rather end this by giving people a reason NOT to kill me, and maybe being the first one jinxy here doesnt shoot."

[Völund "Vance" Tegner]

Los Angeles was this microbiologist's home from the time of his Embrace back in the early nineteen fifties. As such, a lot of memories of his two Nosferatu coteries resided here, and as much as he didn't want to be here because of the emotional pain, there was a job to do. One that required his attention personally.

Vance, as the Americans called him, was shrouded in invisibility. Having overheard the entire conversation he really wanted to laugh--the combination of Logan and Jinx were priceless. Their stupidity of following another vampire was even more hilarious, and on top of that thinking they could all easily manage an ancient kindred--after all, those were the only ones around to be considered big wigs. The man kept himself tucked away behind a corner. Unless one of them was afraid of the boogeyman, no one's danger sense would be set off. Tegner wasn't the type to be physically hostile unless forced. He kept his eyes on Crimson, wondering just what in hell the Assamite's leader was thinking.

[Jinx]

As much as jinx wouldve loved to stay in a pouty mood over leaving the main area to hunt vamps, what crim said broke jinx out into laughter. "Only if you found some miraculous way to turn yourself into something other than a vamp would i not kill you. Im just not killing you yet because you're pretty cool." She gave a small yawn as her awkward sleep schedule was catching up with her.  Still, she skipped along, showing no other signs of exhaustion as crim led them.

[Logan Storm]

Logan began following the group but barely listening. Even if someone sad something to him then he would not listen. His mind was full of thought, which would be readable on his face from anyone who looked at him. Logan followed with his body, but he was not there, and he would not be there for a long while.

[Crimson Tilsverd]

This was weighing on the old man now. He liked Jinx, she was a wild child and they were his favorites, logan, less so, but he wsnt the worst he'd seen in his life either, and now he was leading them into the kills, trying to decide what to do. He was never one to risk his life over emotions. He wouldnt still be alive after a millenium of being a damn ginger teenager if he did that. but, he didnt like to kill and not get paid. He would have to be clever about this. He lead them up the climbing streets that lead to the better properties. "Well okay this should be fun, i could tell you the story of how I became one, its definitely juicy."

[Völund "Vance" Tegner]

Well, that settled it. Crimson was just as idiotic as the rest of them. What Kindred in their right mind would ever work alongside a Hunter? Vance allowed himself to mull this over as he shadowed the trio some distance. Then again that particular Society fell under several decades ago, and not one of his sources had picked up activity on them again. Bunch of religious fanatics. Jinx didn't look like one of those members in the least but that still didn't mean any vampire should let their guard down around her. Rookie mistake though, trying to take on any nocturnal creature at night.

The Nosferatu eventually discarded his invisibility once tucked behind cover, already having donned his human appearance. Short kept blonde hair, a fairly well built body but more towards the lean side, and a pair of electric green eyes settled on the company as he moseyed nonchalantly out of the alleyway like he had always been there, his voice carrying with it a strong Swedish accent. "You mean the one where your luck ran out during your thieving days and your mother had to Embrace you? Tell me something I don't know, Crimson, really. I'm dying here". That sarcasm was as thick as his skin and his manners...well, those were far and few in between.

[Jinx]

Jinx was pushing her limits now. Not only was she told that they werent going to kill vamps in the city and told theyd have to go to the hills to kill some, crim now wanted to tell a story she's already heard (although she wasnt really paying attention for all of it). "I've already hea-..." She was cut off by the entrance of another who seemed to be complaining about the same thing.  However, she didnt even bother to see what he was or gauge his distance by his voice. She spun around, her 2-shooter already in hand and fired a blank at the man.

[Logan Storm]

"Su-" Logan said, sounding a little interested in Crim's story. After all, out of everyone in the group, Logan was the only one who did not hear it. Unfortunately, someone else spoke up louder than him which cut his words off. It was the voice of a male, this realization made Logan hate the new man evenmore, and he spoiled the good story Logan would have probably loved. The woman next to Logan fired a blank at the new person, this giving Logan the chance to appear behind the new mans back with a gun pointed directly at his head. "You spoiled a good story."

[Völund "Vance" Tegner]

Vance seemed unphased by the blank fired in his direction. It caused his heart to jump in his chest and for him to suddenly stop strolling forward like he owned the streets, sure, but externally he seemed too unimpressed by the whole ordeal. He went to comment on it when a sour frown curled his mouth downward as he felt the barrel of a gun pressed against his skull. He had seen it coming and could have countered it easily, but for drama's sake the Nosferatu didn't want to make the situation worse than it had to be.

"Alla jävla barnen dessa dagar..." he mumbled in Swedish to himself, and then switched to English, his voice irritated from smoke inhalation," Touchy, touchy. Jesus Christ. I served in World War II, kids. It's going to take more than a bullet to kill me". He smiled then, just ever so mildly,"Put the flashy toys away before we all regret it. I showed up because Crimson requested me". That part was a total lie. Good thing subterfuge was his game.


*" All the damn kids these days..."