Saint's Vs. Sinners Pt. I

[HIDDEN EVIL]

Photo Compliments of DA

Saints Vs. Sinners
^{pt. I}

Host -


"Welcome to Calvary, located in a rift between space and time. You have all been gathered here because there is a battle to be had. Your first battle of many I presume. Here behind me is the castle Au'Leur. Not named for anything special, but because his host is so gracious, both dark and light forces have given you these grounds to use as you see fit. The object, ladies and gentlemen, is to outlast the opposition. You each have powers, use them wisely. There is a catch. There is always a catch. Each side will have three who will move on in gaining a power rank. The three from each side will have a chance to not only use their power in the next battle, but it will last for a set amount of posts, thus leaving your opponent helpless to your will. Get to the top three, and your source of power will be handed in the end. Fail and it could be your ass."

"You will each be placed in a room within the castle, in each room is a weapon. You each get one, so make sure you pick your weapon wisely. If you lose your weapon, it is gone. If you are hit more than five times, you are out of the game. Survive with the least hits, and you will gain your extended power. You may steal a weapon from another player, and you may also team up with your given side to combat against the opposition. So if two saints, or two sinners team up against one person, your chances of winning is higher. Teamwork will come in handy, I suggest you use your minds in this battle."

"Some of you may have noticed that in your Saint's & Sinners listing, that your power can be combined with a certain saint or sinner. That does not mean that only those can combine their power, it simply means there is a better connection. There will be no more than two of you on one enemy. Fight with three, and you will be disqualified for cheating. There are over one-hundred and twenty-nine rooms within the castle, including the dungeon ground below. You may also use the outside grounds. You will all be spread out. No exceptions. Gather up your forces people, it's going to be one hell of a night."



You are transported from here on out to a room within the castle. Each room you are placed in has a weapon. You choose the weapon. Each power last for one post. Gain an extended power and the number rises with each win for the next battle. The side with the least hits combined wins. However; there will be three winners on each side who will get an extended power. Those members will gain the extension.

If you have any questions, please ask in OOC format at the top of each post you make. All posts shall remain in character. Need guidance? Call upon the host and the host shall share with you a secret. All help (secrets) will be given in a PM. Use your help wisely, you may need it to get out of a jam. Your first post should be your entrance into a room, then continue on from there.


Sevanni Black will not receive help as well, obvious reasons.



Good Luck!

[HIDDEN EVIL]

Sevanni stood there listening to the man speak. Laying down the rules as he stood by his fellow sinners directly across from the saints. He couldn't wait to get in the castle and hunt them down. His energy burning through him, aching to get out and destroy at least a few of them.

A weapon. He could gain a weapon if so teleported in the right room. His eyes viewed the saint's as if they were slim pickins and would be easy to take down.

A sinful grinned ran across lips before he vanished from sight along with the others. There in the castle, brought to a room surrounded by shelves and shelves of books. A desk was there and it nearly reminded him of his own study.

There was a single case which held a crossbow, marching over to it and crashing his hand through the glass, only to take hold of the weapon. So what if someone heard the glass break, as soon as he slipped an arrow in, it would be simple to just shoot at one of them.

Silly saints. Tricks were for kids, and they damn sure were about to get the short end of the stick. He just had to find his other sinners so they could push their way through the saints.

Sevanni moved over to the door, taking a book in his hand, and his actions with it would pain him more than anyone else. If done right, he could throw the book before him, hope that one of the saints would see about the noise then take them down. There were so many rooms and only fourteen in the game. He had to play his cards right. Git-R-Done.

For now he simply listened. Damn that host for no walkie talkies.

There was silence in the hall, nothing to be heard of yet, so quietly he moved outward, letting sneakers, a rare thing for him to wear, press across the hardwood floor, passing rooms after listening in. Anyone could have been anywhere, but as to where and who, that was the question. It wasn't as if he would accidentally shoot one of his own kind. That would have been a travesty in it's self.

For now he had let the crossbow mind his eye, ready to throw out his power at the opposition. "Come out, come out, wherever you are." Whispered softly more to himself, but if someone was listening, they would have the courage to show their face.

[[Dani]el Conteo*]

The weapon doesn't look exactly like that - the staff is made of iron wood, with a titanium core and stainless steel blades at both ends.

A game. At the thought Daniel had first shied, but then at a second thought he reasoned the mingling might be entertaining. If not educational. There they all stood, assembled like soldiers and pitted against eachother. The vampire's reticent gaze pivoted thoughtlessly over the countenance of first the enemy, a brow ascended at the grim, frigid expressions...At that point the disinterested inspection was turned upon his own "side", a doubtful expresion flickering upon his features. Breathing a slow, thoughtful sigh, he turned on his heel and meandered out, away from the first individual to move - the opposition.

He found himself in a large room that one might assume was some sort of living or family room. Oculus swiveled, investigating the furniture that adorned the palace's quarter. A window with the shape of an arc at the top disclosed a twilight sky, cool and sinister as they might come. Shaking his skull dismissively, he slipped away from the door frame. Best not be caught with my back to the enemy. He mused thoughtfully to himself, when his now calculative stare pivoted and...Aah. What have we here? It was almost an ironic thing. The very thing he had been most apprehensive about using "back in the day", would be his savior in this case.

A duel blade staff...It was a creature one had to be somewhat familiar with. As Daniel reached gracefully up to release it from the rack above the mantle. Delicately balancing it in his articulations with a smile tugging at his aperture a quiet chuckle was stifled as he stepped away from the fireplace. Gripping the carefully polished staff, the weight of it suggesting a thick metal core coated with some sort of dark wood. Breathing a sigh, he weilded it carefully, holding it lightly to insure manueverability. The sound of glass clattering coaxed Daniel to turn slightly, stare wandering down the hall. The creaking sound of footfalls on the castle floor coaxed a calculative crease in his brows.

Pressing his spine against the wall, lobes focused solely as his breathing dissipated. The predator's pupils had grown to great orbs as he took in every ounce of light offered, and then the words...Come out, come out, wherever you are... Well now that I know you've joined the party. He had not been able to hear the others' voices before he had meandered from the room. A couple on his own side he knew personally. The others he had no clue of - a handicap, he realized with a disgusted twitch of his labrums. So who was this coming down the hall...It had been his decision to go barefoot. Something of a "surfer" in the mortal life had hardened the sole's of his feet to the touch of cool ground and therefore he was able to move...somewhat soundlessly. After all one could hardly predict the effect of one's weight.

And wait he would. If only there was a way to mask his scent, alas there was no help for it. Standing beside a cabinet, he opened the wooden door so that it covered his torso - using the furniture as a shield for his trunk while pressing himself back against the open crevice. His features were high enough to stare over but low enough to be difficult to makeout. Crystal oculus had become absolute and trained upon the open and empty hall beyond the door, weapon held lightly in one hand while the other steadied the cabinet door...

ooc: ahahah. Dani likes tactics. o.O

[IsabellaRoseAyres]

A game is what is proposed in this odd realm. Not just any game, but a continuation of many decades and centuries gone by. Two teams to battle it out vying for the most recent win inside the chaos that ensues. On one side, you have seven picked to represent the most saints like ideas in the world. On the other, you have the seven people best picked to represent the Seven Deadly Sins. Trapped to do battle, until one side becomes victorious in the end result. However, fairness is expected from both sides, as each shall try to vie for the immortal prize of being the last being standing, weather you be werewolf, vampire, or mortal. Enemies shall become allies. Allies shall become friends. Friends shall become your survival. Each person is arriving inside his or her allotted room somewhere within the castle. Not knowing the layout, each sole is on equal footing, as they shall only know what is before them until they branch out and explore.

Stepping forth after the arrival, Isabella Ayres stands for a minute and tries to remember each face and what would be an ally, and what would be classified as foe. Two prominent faces ring right away within her head of those sided by her in the meeting. Joe, her former lover for years that she left. Why did he have to do those killings? Oh well, guess she has to force herself to work with him again. The other dominant face however brings flashes of memory that are scary in any amount. The person, Sevanni Black. Sevvy, her worst enemy over the decades, having waged war for over a century and no clear winner present. Sometimes, they seem to echo each other so well in fights anymore they walk out in a stalemate, no injuries present. Another that seems to cower from Sevanni, but yet shows her pride by not moving is Phoenix McKenzie. The young girl exudes wolf, her scent so strong and resistible, but yet so strong in the way she composes herself. A friendly face, having done some work slightly in the past together, worthy to see how she stands against this whole battle.

However, who are the other three off the top of her head? One that snaps after a second or so is Evelyn O’Dell. Not any history that Isabella can recall, but has heard about her in the past twenty years or so. Making a slight wake on her radar, her small vocal actions give enough to help distinguish her hopefully. The other two, Rose Decumbry and Katra Maguire. Rose has nothing to be known of for Isabella, but Katra marks the oddity as the only other werewolf on her side aside from Nixie. Is she worthy to trust? Only time shall tell. Now, the question is more to how will she counteract the opposition, and what weapon will each being be graced with use of?

Finally being visually cleared, Isabella looks forward and takes in her surroundings. Japan was a haven for her way back in her years, allowing her freedom as she studied different forms of martial arts under them and how to use weaponry, moving every three to four years as to not be found for never aging. Her sight greets her pleasantly, with a weapon that many would discount, but to her is the greatest asset for silent maneuverability and combat without alerting a great distance away from noisy shooting.



A kusarigama. Ancient Japan made some of the most creative devices, this topping any and all of them as long as not cramped within surroundings, leaving the only time fir disadvantage. A single steel blade sharpened ready to slice down to and through the bone if given the chance, just topping out at a two feet long. The glistening blade screams for her use, attached to a metal pole that has the handle grip perfectly attached for usage. The pole has a hand grip attached to it, in total just making it to the three and a half foot mark for length. However, the weapon continues as a hook at the bottom drilled into the handle is attached to a solid chain. The difference is, this chain wasn’t so short, rather instead it was longer than one would expect. Totaling at fifteen feet by the time it reached the end. The length didn’t end here however as another foot was at the very end of the chain, a solid brick shaped item, all of it in a solid metal.

Reaching forward, Isabella takes the kusarigama off the table and grabs ahold of part of the chain, feeling it for durability and material. Titanium? That is strong, but this has a different make up. Trying to figure it out, Bella looks throughout the whole thing, the durability better. It wasn’t heavy like Tungsten, but it wasn’t as light as titanium either. Slightly heavier than the light metal that everyone seems to adore, when finally it strikes her rich. Inconel 625. One of the strongest forms of metal there is. Forget Titanium, that can only last up to 175,000 psi. Strong, resilient, but not what this job calls for. Inconel lasts up to 220,000 PSI, a lot more durable. With such material, this is sure to offer a better chance without breaking. Now, the question however is what do the opposition and allies have?

Different floors, that is all that is known about this place. Seeing an old oak door before her, Isabella looks to the other side of the room and spots a window leading to the outside. With a few steps over, it is apparent she is atleast four stories in the air. Nothing dangerous to jump out, however a danger if an enemy is waiting the arrival. With a quick swing, Isabella takes the brick like end and smashes it through the window, pushing the rest out with the chain, sending shards of glass shattering towards the unknown ground below. The secret is silence, and in this place it is unknown what other possibilities there are, due to the host having full control with time frozen and this being somewhere no one would ever know of. Seeing the chance to help herself now more than ever, Isabella looks down towards the boots she is wearing. Who would have thought about being kidnapped in something that would lessen mobility? This isn’t ideal, as Bella reaches down and slips both off, before randomly chucking one to the left and the other to the right out the window. If it hits someone, then great. If not, oh well. Looking around, nothing is spotted.

At this time however, things really start to change as Isis was the present dominant force. Things are due to change at any given time, and this is no different, as Isis has lost her power as the leader of Isabella. Another side is going to come forth, but which one. It is like Russian Roulette inside her head, each side vying for dominance. Siti, Amunet, Bahiti, Edjo, Layla and Lapis all are present, barging forward. However, every single one has a chance and Edjo, ‘The Cobra Goddess’, is the one who strikes and wins. Her dominance proclaimed, the others inside yell verbally to her inside the domed holder, each one displeased she snuck out ahead of them. However, fate is cruel and has it’s ways, so one shall see if she is the one most deserving of such an honor.

Now with bare feet, seeming to have acquired grace throughout her years having to sneak here and there when not going super fast, Isabella is as quiet as a mouse refusing to make a s ound. Picking up the steel chain, she wraps it around her arm, holding some slack as she nears the wooden door. Placing her ear next to it, she takes a listen, but hears nothing. With ease, she pushes it open, the well oiled hangers not making a single sound as she opens. Slowly she closes it after looking at her surroundings, letting out an internal sigh of relief that she is safe for now. With caution alert on high, Isabella walks away and prepares to find someone, hopefully an ally.

[Katra Maguire]

Oh this is going to be fun.

That was one thought that was swirling through the tall werewolfs mind. Her tawny colored hair was flowing freely down her shoulders in loose curls and framed around her angelic face. But truth be told, there was nothing angelic about her. Not from the way she talked or the way she fought. She wasnt afraid to take on more then she could probably handle. She lived for the challenge. She thrived for the taste of blood and the smell of it to coat her skin. Yes she was a vicious being, but vicious for a reason. And she definitely wasnt one of those goody goody saints. She would rather be skinned alive. And so looking over the group of opponents she gave a small smirk that showed off sharper canines and pearly white teeth that in wolf form were merciless. This was going to be way to easy. On the side of the saints, they all looked to soft. Not a one of them with a bite to them.

Just scanning over them she could already tell who would be the easy targets. Her own sister was one of them. Just thinking about small little Ali hefting a weapon made her want to burst out laughing. Kat had always bullied her younger, smaller sister. This would be no different. And she would fully put into Ali's head who the alpha dog was in the family. But she pulled her attention back as she listened to the rules. Oh yes, this little game would be delicious. And as the rules ended, she found herself in a room, and she knew from what was told before that they were all spread out. She could be alone within halls upon halls right now. Or there could be someone just down the stairs or down the hall. It was hard to tell. But she wasnt going to focus on that. Right now, she was looking at the room in front of her.

Kat herself was standing by the doorway, and looking into a room that was colored crimson. The wall paper looked like dried blood and the curtains like a rich red wine that spanned across a large window with clear glass that looked out on the sights. Sight seeing could come later though. And the one thing that had caught her attention was the weapon on the table. It sat gently against a navy blue drape on a cherry wood table with large lion paws legs. She tip toed over to it and gingerly lifted the weapon in her hands. It was a long weapon, with a metal handle that would hurt if she smashed it against skin. But the end of the handle was spiked, so she would be able to drive it into the skin and not just bruise. The top however was a thing of beauty. It looked like an ax had been melded into the metal of the handle and the ax was sharp. She had no doubt it could cut through anything she wanted it to.

The flaming red color only helped in her blood craving. She lightly grazed a finger over the sharp edge of the ax and grinned wickedly as a bead of blood appeared on her tanned skin where it had sliced her finger. Licking it up with her tongue she eyed the door. "Time to play little saints." She whispered to the room of red. The room had been the perfect one for her. And the weapon was perfect as well. It was almost her height in length, reaching her shoulder when she let the pointed tip sit on the ground. However, it wouldnt be doing a lot of sitting. No, she would using this sucker a lot. Once she found an enemy of course. And she wondered where the first battle would take place in these cold halls. Where the first cry of agony and the first scream of mercy would echo.

Flattening herself up against the wall of the hallway, she tilted her head and perked her hearing to see if she could hear anyone. She could faintly hear glass breaking and then some whispered words. They must be a little ways off, possibly down the stairs and to the right of her own hallway. But she couldnt be sure. This place was going to be hell on her hearing with the echoes. As she stayed against the wall she tried to recall everyone on each side. Who she knew and who she didnt. She knew most of the people on her side. but the saints were a different matter. The only one she knew was Ali. Maybe she should go find her baby sister, get rid of her once and for all. But then again, whats the fun in that. She would go find an ally and if she ran into a saint along the way, all the better. This game was one she intended to stay in for a long while. And if her fellow sinners teamed up, which she was sure they would, then they were a sure in to win.

Humming a small tune under her breath, she held the weapon of her choice at the ready, and let her gold eyes glance around her, darting from each shadow to the next. "Oh when the saints...come marching in..oh when the saints come marching in, I would hate to dismember one of them. Oh when the saints come marching in." yes, there really was something wrong with this creature.

((woot. lol. That was really fun to write actually...Blood thirsty Kat.))

[Ellie]

Lars listened to the description and rules. Simple enough. He previously wasn't one for combat. But after defeating Jack Audley, and holding his own against a swarm of mob men trained and bent on killing just him... he considered he'd had his dose of practice, and would consider himself a fair fighter now. Not the best, but surely no longer the worst.

Of course, in all those instances he had his trusty .45 looking after him so to speak. He was now left without it. He did have his bow and arrows. They couldn't exactly inflict mortal damage, but could still do much more. His bows and arrows hung in the compact quiver on his back. He was simply clad in jeans and a light pink v-neck shirt, a fedora he was sure to loose was placed on his head.

Within moments, Lars found himself in a lounge like room. Antique furniture littered the place, a large fireplace warming the interior. A large run ran the length of the floor. On a long table between some heavy chairs there was a medium sized weapon.

Upon further inspection, Lars held the flamethrower in his two hands, one hand at the handle closest to his chest, the other placed at the handle on the side of the weapon. The gas tanks and wiring were laced with hard bullet proof metal. It, too, had a convenient strap. Three other gas tanks stood upright next to it, strapped together on a belt. Lars let the gun hand at his side as he wound the belt around his waist loosely. Although he didn't feel quite safe lined with so much flammable substance, he also felt extremely dangerous to others.

He made his way toward the archway leading to a larger hallway, his canvas shoes hardly making noise against the hardwood. He heard nothing on the way of voices, or footfalls. Lars's senses were alert and ready to see hear, feel, or smell anything as he placed his back against the arch, looking down the hallway in both directions.

Let's give these sinning fuckers a little taste of hell.

001. COUNT 350 002. MUSIC Green Day
003. NOTES fightfightfight 004. ATTIRE x

[Rose Decumbry]

A game. A game in a castle. With weapons. And vampires. And werewolves. Rose let a deep breath out through her nose. Gluttony. Such a lovely sin to have, hm? She looked at the Saints line. Ali was in there. She’d have to watch who she hit in this game, or else it was game over for someone. She then looked with her eyes at the line of the Sinners with her. She pursed her lips. She was the one who had experience with combat. Especially with a couple of the Sinners. She smiled wickedly. All remorse to the Saints gone. This was a game of Staying Alive. A lovely little game, she’d play just right. From far off she might look like a sweet little Saint. But she wasn’t. That’s what people mistook her as. She saw the Sinners start to disappear a little quicker, and her grin broadened. She blew a kiss, with a teasing wink, and disappeared. She appeared a few seconds later, in what seemed like a bedroom. Tall walls, velvet drapieries covering the large windows. Stone walls, that when she put her hand on, were about as cold as she was. And she walked up to the bed, her abdomen barely reaching up above it. Running her hand along the downed comforter she sighed. This reminded her of her own home. In London. But this was a castle, and her house compared nothing in it’s grace. She needed to look for her weapon now. She’d need it to stay in this game longer. She then saw them, her eyes danced and her lips parted. Sais. Black Sais on a mounted board, on the far wall. She jumped over the bed, and pulled them out. They felt light in her hands, so powerful to her at least.

She spun them around in her hand, weaving them in and out of her fingers. Rose felt like this was going to be no match at all. Sinners would win hands down. She flattened the Sais against her small and narrow theighs, and walked to the doorway pulling it open. She thought she dressed accordingly to this. Tight. Tight clothes, that hugged and left no room for any air. And she was also the shortest of the entire bunch, so she probably would have a good chance of fitting in small places that most could not. And her flexibility. That came in handy too. But, it would have made sense, if her skin was a tad darker. Her skin shined in the dim light. Damn. She was going to have to be extra careful when she was out in the open now. She looked out of one of the windows, and looked at the moonlight. So beautiful, and so peaceful. She wanted that back in her life at least. If not anything else. She slid the Sais into the skintight fabric, scathing her skin. She didn’t need to worry about them this way. Not until she needed them. Something then pricked at her ears and at her nose. A family scent. Scent of Katra. Rose’s eyes widened. She didn’t even notice her till this moment. She didn’t even need to be told what Katra was. She was a sin. And Ali, a Saint. Sibling rival. But she couldn’t follow the scent, the muskiness was to strong, and made her want to hurl every time she sniffed.

So she looked back, and front again, before moving. She went to the left, and her eyes turned red, as she entered the dark abyss. She shuddered, a chill running through her spine. She had no clue to where she was going. She just wanted to keep moving. She felt a movement in the structure, and looked around looking for it. Oh. Stairs. Rose put a cautious flat foot out, and felt around for it. She felt a solid footing, and stepped on it. Seemed sturdy enough. It was a spiral stairwell too, and she wound down it. Where was she? She couldn’t tell. But it was extremely dark, and she could barely make out the foundation around her. She listened for sounds. Smelt around for scents. But she couldn’t make out anything. Where was everybody? More importantly, where were all the Saints?

[HIDDEN EVIL]

This was insane. Not only did he make noise, but he could hear others making noise as well. He grinned, pressing his ear to the door next to him, swiftly moving in after hearing nothing inside. Damn! Another bedroom. There were just too many damn rooms in the house.

Sevanni dropped the crossbow after barricading the door, moving over to the heavy chestnut bureau and pivoting it next to the bed. If his calculations were correct it would fall directly down and cause a bit of a distraction.

The bureau was heavy, easily able to give weight for his little plan. He moved over to the closet, good, just what he was looking for. A coat hanger. He stretched it out, making sure it would keep in both hands, then picking up the crossbow and making his way back to the bureau. With a timely push he tipped the bureau over on top of the bed, causing the bed to break ground and smash down to the lower level. He would wait for something to happen before making any sudden moves.

The crash was extremely loud, and then Sevanni had moved to jump through the hole down to the lower floor. Quickly he ducked behind an opposing wall, the scent of good so close by he could taste it on his tongue. A shadow. He could see the shadow of another being and he slid himself further down the wall so he could move behind and enter from behind.

It was hard enough to have to team up with those he despised. Needed, he knew they were needed and whilst in the circle of sinners, he had come to an understanding of settling differences. There was always the outside world to deal with them in his own time, but for now, there was no other option.

Sevanni moved quickly. Too quick for even him. Shooting a single arrow through the wardrobe where Forgiveness stood, only to see if there would be movement, Sevanni moving with rapidity to entwine the coat hanger around his throat and toss him up in the air to slam down hard on the ground.

A strong leg moving to kick him in the ribs before pointing the crossbow in his face after dropping the hanger. "One." And a shot was given through his eye only to have the arrow crush through it and dig into the wood behind his head.

If Dani wanted to be stealthy, he should have picked a better spot to hide. Sure he could make his defensive actions, but did he honestly think there would be any more quickness above his own? The eldest of the two having so much experience. Thriving from the night of war and terror? Dani was simply a novice in his eyes, but still, he wasn't striking him as dumb either.

Sevanni chuckled at the sound of his own voice chiming out one. He could move more against Dani's actions. Make him see that true darkness lay within those dark brown eyes, full of hate and GREED. Greed for his blood. Greed to see the saint's demise. He would get a hit in no matter what the cost, even if he had to take hits to get there.

"Forgive me father for I have sinned." A sinful grin crossed his mouth before he stomped on the arrow to shoot more through and crack in the back of his skull. The little shit could do what he wanted, but that eye would be useless for some time.

[Inora Theos]

Standing alone at the back of the crowd, Inora could feel herself shaking with fear. Why and how in the world did she get herself involved in this? So many people here could easily cream Nora without having to use anything more than a few harsh words. But she found herself becoming determined not to let herself get bullied into quitting, or crying. Yeah, she would definitely not be allowing herself to break down into tears, not in that scary...big...creep castle.

Oh yeah, she was going to cry at least once. She nearly felt like she was going to cry now. The rules were announced, everything explained, and now she found herself in a small, dark room. She looked around confused momentarily, she saw a large fireplace with a chair in front of it. There was no fire, which was disappointing it might make it a little less creepy in this room....in this whole building.

She walked to the window in the side of the room and looked out, she was high up. Really high up and that scared her too. What if someone found her and threw her out a window? She'd die really quickly. A shaft of light entered the window and Inora turned to look around the room further, now that she could see better.

A glint off of something hanging on the wall caught her eye. A shiny silver ring, large enough to be used as a really pointy hula hoop, had caught her attention. There were three points around the edges of the ring, and when Inora ran her finger over it she had to pull back and suck on it because it had started bleeding.

Inora reached up and took the weapon off the wall, she was supposed to be getting a weapon and the swords crossed over the fireplace looked like they would be just a little too heavy for her, but the ring she was now holding was surprisingly light. Nora was suddenly glad that she had learned how to hula hoop with incredible skill as a child. She could use this ring just like she'd always used her hoop, swinging it on her arm or throwing it if need be. This was her ideal weapon, but she was still horrified to have to use it.

Inora crept to the door and sighed. She couldn't hear anyone in the hallways but she knew that were out there. Just waiting for her to show her face. Sweet salvation, her sainthood, perhaps being salvation would help her find it. Or maybe she shouldn't be looking for salvation in that form, maybe she should look for salvation in the form of innocence...Ali!

[Ali Ambrose]

This was so not good. How had she ended up here in this castle facing a group of people who mostly hated her guts? Once again, her luck was shitting with her. She was a little trouble magnet and when ever there was trouble for her to find in the area she was at, she would somehow run into it. Or it would find her. This had happened so quickly that she didnt even get time to blink. Her dark curly hair was pulled back from her face and draped over one shoulder, the curls spiraling down her neckline. But even as she listened to the instructions, she didnt know what to do. She could only look across the way at the beings who were the sinners of this world. Her sister was one of them. And there was no doubt in her mind that Katra would come after her when she could. And Katra wasnt going to be kind about it.

When the rules came to an end, she was transported to a room somewhere within the castle. The room itself was all white in color. The wall paper held a small kind of glow to it as she glanced around. The window was large and looked out over the high altitude she was at, and frothy white curtains decorated the sides as a trim. She had to find a weapon. And as she looked over to the king sized bed, there was a sword laying there. But it wasnt any kind of sword, it was a Katana. And one of the biggest she had ever seen made. Walking over to the canopy style four poster bed she picked the Katana up gingerly. She didnt want to spark blood and get people sniffing her out. Her scent alone would give her away. But her mind was far from the self preservation stage. She was entranced by the Katana she now held.

The blade itself had to be around three feet in length with six inches more for the hilt. It alone was almost as big as her! But the serrated bites on the edge could do some real good damage to anyone stupid enough to be in the blades cutting path. And it had a sheath laying next to it. It was black with some designs resting on the outside. Just like the Katana itself was black on the hilt with some white intermixed. It was a beautiful weapon and a deadly one to. It was perfect! Even though she was terrified out of her mind, she couldnt go out there defenseless. And she couldnt very well stay here. Who knew what was lurking outside her very door. She needed to get out of there and stay hidden for as long as possible. The element of surprise was the key here. It would be the difference between survival and death. Between winning and loosing.

Stepping out into the hallway where the pale moonlight streamed in, she fit into the darkness like a shadow. She clung to the walls mostly and tried to keep the blade down to keep it from glinting off the moonlight. Dressed in her normal attire of black jeans and a black tank top, she blended in with the night. She knew how to be stealthy. That was one of the better things she knew. Her feet were light as they came down on the ground of the castle, listening and searching for anyone. Suddenly a crash sounded into the halls and she could tell it came from further away then what she needed to panic about. It sounded more like on the other side near the middle of the castle. But she kept herself perfectly still, and tried to sound out anymore danger. Yes she was on edge, but that may just save her life.

As the banging noise disappeared into a distant memory, she tip toed down the hall once more, turning to look at her back slightly. And as she did so, she didnt notice another figure emerge from in front of her until she ran smack into them. Her chocolate hues widened in alarm and she spun around quickly to try and get the upper hand, but then she recognized the scent and the face. It was Nora! Letting out a heavy sigh of relief she pulled her friend into a hug. "Oh thank god. You scared me to death." Grinning from ear to ear she looked her friend over to make sure she was unharmed. "What a mess we got into this time huh?"

[aubrey]

Words. Meaningless words that she paid no attention too, instead her eyes were slowly roaming over the opposite side of the room. They were a beautiful little group; Aubrey could almost make out the soft halo of light that surrounded them. The little saints, it was a laugh. Everyone sinned; it was only a matter of throwing the perfected flavor n their direction. What poison would they prefer? With a small, smirking pout Aubrey pucker up at some and threw winks at others. It was disappointing, that the majority of the females were bond. Aubrey had a difficult time forcing herself into becoming interested with females with the fairer hues.

The men were less disappointing, one catching her attention more so than the other. Her attention was devoted mostly to him, wiggling digits lazily before the teleportation had started. Tips of fingers brushed over the silky fabric of her short, burgundy negligee. Someone had raised the question, curious to why she had not dressed. Aubrey had simply looked down at her attire and responded that she had. Had she not caused a scene, she would have preferred wearing much less or nothing at all.

The sensation of the unusual travel overwhelmed her; the unusual feeling tingled up her body, a small pleased noise erupting from her throat before she found herself in a room overcastted with hundreds of candles. A pleased smile over took her features, teeth trapping the pout of her lower lip, sucking against it before the delicate prick and momentary bite of pain as she nicked her own flesh, the teasing drip of blood clinging to her tongue. A low hum purred out once again, honey hues locking against the glass box that was so tastefully presented before her.

What waited for her was a Sig Sauer P229 DAK. It was so simple in it’s own that it was lovely. Obviously she would not use this to kill another vampire, but it would make it’s impression. Besides, there were not that many vampires that she had to take out. Attacks with swords, slings, and whatever else might be used could be countered, but there wasn’t much that could stop a bullet. A strap of rounds nestled softly under it, and she took her time opening the case and removing her toy.

Extra rounds were strapped around her thigh, tightening around her skin to give herself a bit of a thrill. A shiver moving down her spine and reversing back up as she turned to get a better view of her room. It was too dark to decipher the actual colors of her surroundings, but she was assuming it was a shade of a rich red based on the dancing candlelight that reflected around the room. The colors were unimportant; it was the enormous bed that caught her attention. An encompassing center piece that was too large for the room that harbored it. Lush covering in silver and black called to her and proved too tempting. With a smirk her hand reached up and there was a click as she ready her gun before her pale form crawled onto the duvet. Aubrey spread herself out over the soft plush, body tuned so that she was facing the door, hands directing the barrel over her skin as she waited.

If they wanted her, they could come get her.

[IsabellaRoseAyres]

A crash not too far off. Although her hearing isn’t fine tuned to pick up such close things, the sound waves echoing throughout the castle are great, and seemingly near by. Was it on this floor? No. It couldn’t have been as she fine tunes herself. Listening carefully, all eight sides try to pin point, it is one level below. Near by, a set of stairs. Seeing as how the pathway is straight to the stairs and no side hallways, Isabella takes a dash and charges towards the spiral staircase. The stones beneath her feet seeming to be like she is floating, so well taken care of, not a pebble in sight. Smooth polished, but yet so much grip is afforded. The attire assisting, a black skin tight gymnastic leotard.

Fluid movement on her behalf due to the leotard. That and the boots she was wearing, the attire she was wearing when taken for this. Just before she slipped off those clunkers. However, the bare feet and the slight tape across them make it so much easier. Combined with her weapon, the way she feels is so graceful. Air underneath her to boost in movement. The way she takes the stairs, leaping and bouncing off the walls so lightly, pushing her feet and jumping down sets of stairs totaling six to ten at a time in such a huge structure. Finally, the next floor has been reached and it is time to get into action. Unlike upstairs, this is split into a set of three, one path before her, and one to each side. Unsure where it peaks at for the action, Isabella waits and sits silent. Finally, a small THWANG sounds in the near distance, alerting her of a cross bow of some sort.

The smell of the air, rancid against the nostrils, but yet showcases the mixture of the glowing aura a saint seems to have been given, but the putrid tinge on a sinner at the same time. Instantly discarding those, one of the two people present alerts her of the sinner. Sevanni Black. Crap, the first team mate to meet is her worst enemy of generations. However, it comes to question of is Sevvi safe, or is he in danger? Sure, hatred for him courses through her veins, seeming to want to give her an actual beating pulse as she loathes him so much, but it can’t come to her ending him and decreasing the chances for a win. With a careful approach, the door is open and the form of Sevanni is standing tall.

What is beneath him, or rather, whom? The question of uncertainty, however the big thing is to make sure that the Sinners have an advantage. With her and Mr. Black seeming to know each other in and out, the sight of the crossbow brings a nice gleam across her eyes. A glint of ideas, covering everything. Sevanni Black uses the cross bow for over twenty feet, while she can entangle in a closer distance and make it so anyone and anything can be hit. Could it be more perfect? Slowly slinking in behind Sevanni, trying to showcase her stealth. Reaching down, uncoiling a single extra chord of chain, Isabella holds it steady in hand. Without a moments thought or notice, she sends the brick like object up in the air, before tugging down hard on the chain in a diagonal form. Seeming to fly effortlessly through the air, it smashes upon the downed body of whom is revealed to be Daniel Conteo.

“Two.” Says the ever proud Isabella. After the strike, she looks forward and watches the surprised Sevanni turn around and spot her. “Shocked to see me Sevvi dear? I couldn’t leave a partner in any sort of predicament without assisting. Even if the person is able to be classified dirtier and lower than what was thought of way back when the Egyptian Feudal System rankings were used. Now darling, what do you say we go and find what other saints we can torture? Leave this poor man as we have already be ridden him of fourty percent chance to survive.”

Without waiting for his answer, Isabella slowly walks off at a slow trot, allowing for him to easily catch up if he wishes. With them both having struck so early within this contest, the chances of survival are showing grim for any, as they know they will be sacrificed if they make a wrong maneuver. With Daniel still down for the time being, weather healing his wounds, or just collecting himself without attacking for his freedom currently granted, Isabella slowly walks away, feeling a body near her and realizing that Sevanni has decided to follow. The question is, what shall be encountered next inside these horrendous chambers and unknown caverns of mystery and an enemy lurking anywhere.

[melaniemercer]

S&W Sigma 40 w/extended clip, suppressor, and scope.
18-20 round capacity average, we'll say 19 to be fair.

Melanie stood there, her head down. The quickly she looked up, her blue eyes, blond hair, she knew how she looked to them. She also had to be the youngest here. She wasn't sure if this was good. She flashed back to all the times Mike and her had played as wolves, maybe she should shift? Maybe that would be better. She didn’t know right now.

Then suddenly she was in a different room, no one else was there. She blinked and looked around the dark room, the basement? She frowned, the floor however, was dirt, less noise, the walls were brick, a great conductor. She needed to get out of here, and quickly. She grabbed her hair band from her wrist, quickly put her hair up in a bun on the back of her head, getting most of it up and away from her face. She looked down at herself, a basic tight t-shirt, black, and a pair of skinny jeans, also black. At least that might help her, besides her crazy amount of blond curls.

She then glanced around the room, finding a gun laying on a table against the wall. She looked at it and sighed. It reminded her of all the times her father had taken her and Mike to the shooting range behind the station. He only let her fired the police issue hand gun a few times, but she knew how to handle it. She sighed and picked it up. Quickly, but quietly releasing the clip into her hand to check the status, it was pretty much full, a good 19 rounds in it. She then noticed a small drawer on the table. She quietly pulled it open as well, not knowing if anyone else was put down on this level with her, and found a box of rounds for the gun. She smirked.

She quickly put the rounds in her pockets, making sure to only put a few in each pocket so they wouldn’t make noise being pressed against her skin. She then put her back to the wall next to the door, took a deep breath and then opened the door, surprisingly it did not creak, as most old doors would, but she knew that she was only lucky at that moment, as she started to maneuver slowly and quietly and cautiously thought the basement hallways.

She could hear the people above her, but she did not know how many were down here with her….

[zodiac]

He had noticed before the teleportation who was on who’s side, and he knew a few of them. Ali, Sevanni and Isabella. He rolled his eyes as he found himself on the outside of the castle. “Really? This is where I get to be? Outside?” He kind of understood, since his power combined with two others would make winning easier, so of course he would either have to find his way inside, or them outside. But he stuck his hands in his jeans and then glanced around. “Oooh..”

His eyes lit up and his interests were perked. There leaning on a tree was a very nice sniper rifle. A bolt action number with a box of ammo next to it, impressive. The scope looked to be a decent selection, though could have been better, but who was he to complain? He grabbed the gun, the ammo and scuttled up the tree to find a perfect hind space among the limbs and leaves. He got comfortable, adjusted the braces on the gun, set it up on a large branch and began to search the windows of the large home, the scope making such things easy.

He was shaky, so quickly, his breathing was stopped, causing the gun to sit cool and calm in his grasp. He hated not breathing, it made him feel anxious, but all is fair in love and war. His blue eyes searched the windows, he had seen movement in some, but he was not quick enough to devoulge whether it was enemy or team mate. He should have studied the faces better. “Maybe closer would be a good idea….” He said quietly to himself, wondering if he could get to another good spot before being seen… but he wasn’t ready to take that chance yet.

[[Dani]el Conteo*]

[i]ooc: Bella, let's not powerplay please. -_- I hadn't replied. That does not make your guestimation of what Daniel did true. Sigh. This is a short post 'cause I'm a little irritated, but I guess we'll have to deal with that.

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Something within Daniel knew as one of the few men of the Saints it would be he who received a great deal of the aggression, the faint clatters from aloft coaxing a feral snarl to bubble within his throat. Sinew grew absolute and tense with the appearance of a rather sinister soul, the shot aimed towards him well placed which was what he had placed his money on. Stepping forward, in the general direction of the flying bolt, fluid movements swiftly and with a precise calculation orchestrated a downward sweep of the hardy blade. A fine keening sound eased his stresses, the bold ricocheting off the reinforced alloy. Topaz oculus glittered with mirth at the idea only to be greeted with a new face, a woman, whose words were brazen and, in his tempered opinion, nothing short of ignorant. Even the grammer was off. A rueful smirk of laughter embellished his features, clearly entertained by the stumbling speech. Well aren't you precious. If the Sinners were going to be all so perfectly arrogant his chances may have improved. But to escape their return, surely they would at the sound of his snarl, Dani turned on his heel and maneuvered around the cabinet at speeds he was uncertain he could think at. The silence was entrancing, simply because Conteo made a point to avoid the frame of the door and whatever other objects threatened to brush against his clothing.

Holding the staff carefully within the grip of both palms, his motion mirrored that of someone who was testing the waters. Clearly their assumptions would cost them their point. Not surprisingly the attempt had not been taken personally, but a certain disgust already burned for the female. Frankly there weren't many women Dani could stand. Biting softly on his lower lip, a swift glance disclosed a clear view of the kitchen and its emptiness. Crouching, a wayward motion directed the immortal into a inconspicuous position within the premises. Topaz oculus orchestrated yet another sweep of the area only to discover a metallic stool - the legs and seat both the same bronze shade. Staring at it, a faint sneer developed upon the mongrel's countenance. Articulations wrapped around of the back legs and he picked it up easily, rather than dragging it, placing it at the door as well as two more. One less entry to watch - he could listen for someone moving behind him...then again there was always their scent. At that thought a deep inhale was taken...waiting..again. [/size][/blockquote][/color]