Path to Greatness. [open/Osir's group]

[brokenangel]

Rylie had been in Egypt not very long. She had been looking for someone and wasn't sure. Her senses were strong but she still had a little trouble with it. She had finally sensed Grace and had walked into some temple. Rylie stopped abruptly sensing other as well. She had sensed Augustina as well. Yet the other she did not know who they were. She knew they were vamps like her but as for being good Rylie couldn't tell.

Rylie walked in her black knee high boots hit the stone underneath her, her green pants held tightly against her body and her white tank top stuck to her skin. Her hair hung loosely around her shoulder and her blue eyes glowed. Rylie didn't feel the warmth of the fire heat her skin. Rylie never really felt anything.

Rylie had been gone for some time now and it was time to head back. Walking up she saw Grace and Augustina standing next to each other. She had heard the man talk to Grace and honestly Rylie didn't care what he had thought about her being here.

" Well what do we have here?" Rylie asked walking up to Grace and Augustina.

[rosemary]

Grace didn't relax much. The elder of the vampires had returned to his throne but the younger one. The one who seemed to be second. He remained at the ready and as did she. A female entered the room. Nothing special to look at yet with an ego to boot. She seemed too preoccupied with her whips. Her tension didn't break as Augustina stormed at her, throwing her arms around her. Her eyes were frozen on the now younger male. He was strong looking.

When Rylie entered, Grace finally pulled her hand slowly from the hilt of the sword. Her eyes turned to her two friends. "Hello to you both." She flashed them a small grin before turning her eyes to the man on the thrown.

He looked powerful. She wasn't sure how he would react to the new comers, since his reaction to her presence was less then warm and welcoming.

[osir]

"Well then. I see we have many guests." Osir said darkly, soon beginning to speak up again. "The Alliance has yet to grow, but seeing as you all are the only ones to have shown up--let us begin." The ancient one told them all, soon shooting a demonic, yet proud look towards the rest of the group.

"You have been called here for many reasons, but for now we shall discuss one. The Alliance, as I told you before is still in the process of its growth, and as such the locations of this little group are to remain a secret to all outsiders. This is one of two other locations, and the secrets of the other two shall remain hidden until new members are noted as being trustable."

Osir then looked towards the new faces that emerged into the temple scene, only then speaking his mind again. "Loyalty. It is a must for those who intend to align with The Alliance. Respect is yet another--not only to me, but towards the others in the group--as a war is not needed. But seeing as our new found guests are here as well, you'll have an option in this matter--side with me, or suffer due to intrusion." Osir continued, still holding his pride and evil tone on the same level.

[vampyrechick]

Kat raised eyebrows in disbelief.

"You make it sound like war," She said boldly. She knew she ought to be afraid of him. He had won in their sparring match two weeks prior, but only by a hair. Besides, she was still pissed at him for that. Maybe she could challenge him wiht whips instead? but no, he'd win anyway. "If it is war, I'm leaving. Although the wolves are useless, lousy, good-for-nothing vermin, I have no desire to waste my time chasing and killing them. If it's a war of some other kind, my ears are open. let's hope you aren't wasting my time now."

She stepped one time closer to him, her eyes flashing with challenge and a hint of anger. They'd turned a pale red, or a dark pink, and he rpupils were gone. Her black hair was tied back in a long braid that touched her waist when she stood straight. The whip aroudn her wiast had not been touched menacingly yet, but she doubted she'd refrain from giving herself the advantage. She was an expert.

But would that Jericko boy step in if the two got into yet another fight? maybe she should attack him instead. If Osir was as power-hungry as he claimed, he should let the lions fight and elt the winner live. The loser should be killed, if he wasn't dead already. After all, what need is a loser in a war?

[brokenangel]

Rylie rolled her eyes. This guys coven wasn't big enough yet and he sat there making threats at them. Rylie was in no mood for fighting and hearing him talk interested her. Rylie smirked as he spoke and let his voice echo through the walls. His dark voice did not scare her. And the last thing she needed. She took in his words and looked at the people around her.

Rylie could take girl. She was easy. Rylie has been in enough fights and can already tell her actions. Yet she wasn't going to start a fight. She looked at the man and took a step forward.

" You know for someone who wants us to join him, you don't make nice. I don't take kindly to threats. So before you go make threats think and actually talk to us with some respect. Now as for joining. What can you offer us that will benefit me? What do you have in mind for this war and where do you stand?" Rylie said to him, her blue eyes stared back at him. Rylie wasn't being rude she was simply asking what this guy wanted since he wasn't really clear on it.

[jericko]

Jericko looked back to Osir, and then to the rest of the group. He was extremely loyal to his brother, and would not let them say another word without explaining a little himself. "My brother is good with his word. He is a proud soul, and only wishes to create a better future. Osir will not tolerate weakeness though, and as such he demands respect." Jerick stated soon looking over towards Kat.

"But even so much as he demands respect from The Alliance, respect will also be given back threefold. The law is to live and let live, you shall recieve what you give. But in other words, side with Osir and you will have an unlimited supply of wealth, power, and he'll make sure that you get it as well." He then sighed, soon looking back towards Osir for a sign of approval.

Jericko never really liked to speak for Osir much, as Osir usually prefered to do that himself, and it was only due to the current situation that he volunteered to speak up for his brother. But even so as he was somewhat calm--more so than before-- he still did not like that Kat girl. She was very annoying and he did not like her nonsense. Why, if Osir allowed it, he would have fought her sooner than this.

[vampyrechick]

Kat growled at Jericko, her fangs exposed. He hadn't said anything threatenign or mean or insulting. So what? She'd been ithcing to pick a fight with him. But she knew that if she isnulted both brothers, she'd surely die, if not at that second.

"I don't doub the wealth osir will surely give us, as rewards," Kat admitted, flicking her tongue against her fangs. he was an idiot. Just because she couldn't stand him. "But, I wonder, what is your part in this, boy? Are you here simply as an accessory? or can you fight, if pitifully, as well? now, i know that osir wouldn't pick a useless friend, so there msut be somethign special about you? Maybe. . . .just maybe, you can actually. . . .oh, i don't kow, walk? Personally, that would surprise me."

he was an idiot, through and through. he was stupid and sueless. So what fi they were brothers? He had been insulting since they'd met. Practice makes permanent, not perfect. And, apparantly, that aplied ot his horrible manners.

And, she wanted to cut him apart, feed him to sahrks, and then do it all voer again. She wnated ot mka ehis life hell on earth. And, in truth,s eh didn't know why. She just hated him, and that was that. She doubted he felt veyr different about her.

[brokenangel]

Rylie listened to the guy talk. She took in his word but they meant nothing to her coming from him. She knew he wasn't the leader in al this and she could have guessed where his place was. Still that didn't change Rylies thought. Rylie looked over to him and smiled.

" Very interesting word coming from a guy who isn't the leader. I will not take your words in as they mean nothing in this situation. They are not promises of your leader and I would rather hear your leader speak and hear the word from his mouth then yours. I don't mean disrespect but I will not just take anyone's word and especially from someone who is possibly in second place." Rylie said looking at the guy who spoke.

Rylie looked over to Grace and wondered what she was thinking. It had been awhile since Ryile saw her. Rylie had changed since she was gone and she wasn't ust going to listen to anyone.

[osir]

Osir looked back to Jericko, with a deep expression on his face. While he appreciated the fact that his brother was trying to back him up, he did not like others to speak for him. Osir was too full of pride and a stubborn hellion at that. The ancient vampire still respected his brother, but not his actions and he could tell that something else was on his mind. Probably Kat? Osir knew that he did not approve of Kat, but if it came to be needed, he would silence them both.

"This is not a war. This is a game of survival. If we were to stand alone, we would be weaker than if we were to stand together and take on the world. Power. Wealth. That is what's being promised if you join with me. We should never settle for second best, as we are elite--or at least those who make the right decision by joining The Alliance." Osir said, strong with his words.

"Only the strong will survive here. Vampires. Werewolves. Humans. There is much to learn from all sides, and since being one from the old world, I can say that my knowledge is your power. What I know, you will all come to know." The ancient vampire said, looking back towards the group. Waiting. Watching.

[vampyrechick]

The side of kat's mouth twitched deeper into a frown. Whatt he hell was eh talking about. She was still thinking about atcually joining this group. She'd been weighignt he options ever since she'd heard eh would start. And now she foudn out the goal he spoke fo was compeltely unclear. To hell wiht this,s he thought. But she'd give them one last chance.

"So survival is our goal, or would be for the group?" Kat asked petulantly. She could afford sniping off to him. it may not be true for everyone, but relatiosn tended tot hink alike. Even non-blood relations. "Well, we're surving, so what's the point? Money? I've already got that. And power. . . .who wants to rule the world, whent he world will soon die? I'm guessing you wnat a metorpolis, but we can't live wihtout the humans. And with humans, a metorpolis can't exist."

Ooh, he soudned scary. Yeah. right. She liked the OSir she'd met two weeks before much beter. But her opinion of him had dwindled. Of course, she admried him for surviving for 3000 years. She didn't admrie Jerickof rot aht, as it would seem osir would protect the poor baby.

But what the hell? Osir wasn't enar as impressive as she'd though him to be. Sure, eh was powerful. Sure, he was old. She'd admit that to him and anybody, but he wasn't as impressive as first impressions made him out to be.

[brokenangel]

Rylie listen to him. Rylie thought about the things he was saying. Survival knowledge and wealth. These were promises Rylie knew she could consider. But then realized they were all common promises. This was no different. Rylie wanted to know what this guy wanted. And what his moves were.

"These are promises I heard before. Wealth, knowledge. Why is this so different from the others? What can you really offer me that benifits this world. What is your plan for your "group"?" Rylie said to him .

Her hands crossed her shoulders and she wasn't impressed at all. She knew the man was older and probably strong but that did not stop Rylie from questioning him. He needed people and right now he is nothing with out her and the others. So Rylie felt like she had an upperhand but that didn't mean there wasn't consequences and Rylie knew not to piss the man off.

[osir]

OOC: A little help, anyone? I'm running out of ideas to help this topic go along. Jericko is already siding with The Alliance, and Osir wants to form his group with out stress--he's a strong leader, but with no one actually choosing to side with him, it's getting kind of difficult. Sorry about that.

Slowly, Osir rose from his throne. His eyes still a dark piercing blue, and his face near emotionless. Almost there for that matter. No emotion. But Osir was not willing to give up, and as such he let out a smile. "My friends. Do you not trust me? Surely you would, as I have given you my loyal word!" The ancient one spoke, trying to sound much more on the line of being friend, not foe.

This little meeting was not going as he had planned it to from the start, and although he was fearless, something worried him inside. What about the group? His future? The future of The Alliance? What was going to happen here on out? Was Osir even ready to take the position as a leader? Yes. But how could he prove it to them?

"I only tell you the truth of the matter. By the great Amun Ra, I wish to share with you all, the very same goal. The goal to bring about a new era--a new life and a fresh beginning for us all!" Osir said soon taking a step onto the same level that everyone else was standing on. The ancient vampire was trying to get them on his side fast, as he new that they were becoming bored of his efforts to win them over. But would this work? Would what he told them at that moment really work? It was worth a shot.