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Post by Arai on Oct 31, 2007 16:20:58 GMT -5
Rescuing Namir again? Boy that girl got into a lot of trouble. Mostly because she kind of went looking for it. Arai hadn't spent a lot of time with her, but Namir seemed to be the kind of person that didn't exactly try to be inconspicuous. And in the world today, being conspicuous could kill you. She grudgingly accepted that his week had not been optimal, but that was still no reason to just haul off and try to scare someone when they weren't doing anything to you. With a sigh, she stretched out her hand and grabbed his, wrapping her palm around his wrist, and pulled him up to a standing position as best she could with her height. "I have come because this is where I ended up," she explained wearily, "I didn't recognize the Den until just now, but I did see it as somewhere familiar, so I sheltered here." Boy, the Den was in no better shape than it was when she had first been here. Dust was still everywhere, windows were still broken, everything seemed to be falling down around them.
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Post by Pablo on Oct 31, 2007 18:26:38 GMT -5
(Wasn't that in Italy?)
Pablo move slightly aside and patted the much taller Pete on the back. "You two seem to get into too much trouble..." Pablo commented, yet those words should be coming out his mouth. Pablo literally in every meaning of the phrase lived by those words. Yet tight situations to him were entertaining, usually because he came out untouched. "So uhh..." The young teenager looked over his, left then right shoulder. "This is your den?" He asked. The whole idea of calling this place a den, made him a little skeptical. But then again his last home really couldn't be compared to any other place. "Its umm... Cozy I guess...."
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Post by Mikel on Nov 1, 2007 14:26:06 GMT -5
“You know personally I prefer toiletries.” Said a voice from across the room. Mikel had found his brethren and this was not exactly what he had planned on. He still couldn’t figure out why they insisted on living in places that were so degrading. Everything was torn down and destroyed. It was as if a hurricane had ripped through the place and then a tornado had just taken out whatever was left, leaving nothing but crumpling walls. Mikel walked towards the group of Lycans and then stopped once he came into the light a bit more. He was wearing a black overcoat. They couldn’t see the suite that he was sporting, but that was also black. The overcoat went all the way down to his ankles and flowed as he walked. Again, he held the cane in his left had, his hand palming the silver crest at the top, which for those that hadn’t already deducted, was a lion roaring. Mikel looked at the group with inquisitive eyes. He had just arrived and did indeed wonder as to why they had come here. He assumed that it was a den of old, but not it was nothing more than a warehouse and should hardly be used for any more than that. He took a deep breath and looked at Pete, “I assume you lead this escapade. “ Mikel asked. He then turned to Arai, “And I have met your already my dear.” He said, nodding his head to her. Then he turned to Pablo, “And you would be?” Cameron asked as he looked at the boy, studying him intently, his eyes focused on every movement, his body built, the expressions on his face.
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Post by Arai on Nov 2, 2007 15:10:22 GMT -5
Stiffening at the sound of the voice, Arai prepared to defend herself. But then she recognized the voice as Mikel, the rich New Zealand bachelor. Forcing herself to relax, Arai turned and scanned him inquisitevely with her light brown eyes. All one color as always, he had chosen black today, and as such looked like a dark denizen of the night. His clothing was crisp and perfect as always, every line in place and not a stitch out of line. Last time she had seen him, she had been tended to first by his assistant and looked much better. Now she was rather scruffy looking, with circles under her tired eyes. Arai had gone from being slender to just skinny due to unsteady meals. Mikel more than likely despised this squalor, especially compared to his vast estate. Well, they needed money to fix this place up, and New York had just gone through a bombing, so it was no surprise that it was in a state of extreme disrepair. It was the first place they had found for a den, so it worked. "Mikel?" she questioned, flicking a lock of reddish hair out of her eyes, "What are you doing out of New Zealand?"
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Post by Mikel on Nov 2, 2007 16:25:09 GMT -5
Mikel looked at Arai. He had seen her once at his estate and she had shown with elegance and beauty. Currently though, she could use a bath, something done with her hair, a good meal or couple of meals, and most of all, a good night’s sleep. Mikel listened to what Arai asked him. His eyes were set on her as she spoke, his gaze soft and comforting to a degree. Mikel then leaned on his cane as he answered her. “Well for one, I would say I left because I could. The second reason would be because it does get rather lonely by myself. The third reason is because of all of you being here, and speaking of which, where is Namir?” Mikel asked as he turned his head to the left and right and then looked back at the three werewolves that stood before him. “This place.” He said after a moment, “Is rather, desolate and crumbling.” Mikel said as he walked over to a nearby wall, the metallic click of his cane striking the floor echoing in the room. He walked over to the wall and pushed it a bit and it caved in without him really even thinking about it. He turned, looking at the lycans as if he had just proved his point. “That was without exerting my lycan strength.” Mikel said calmly. He then walked back to the group, “Two things you did wrong here. The first would be picking this place as a den, when you obviously don’t have the money to fix it up. Don’t think I don’t know you don’t have money. Your clothes are proof enough. The second thing you did wrong was come to a city that had just been bombed, and is likely to be bombed again. I suppose any of you know why?” Mikel asked and answered before they had a chance to answer, “The reason is because this place had become overrun with vampires. Now, bombs kill vampires, but the number of vampires still exists. So, making a den in a vampire-infested city is not a good idea. So, really that is three reasons why this is a poor choice.” Mikel said, stopping to take a breath. He paused for a moment and then continued, “So actually that gives me a fourth reason for coming here. I am trying to make sure you don’t all end up dead.”
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Post by Pablo on Nov 2, 2007 17:11:06 GMT -5
(I thought we were in Buffalo New york, Not New York City, New York... Unless they both got bombed?)
Pablo watched as the man seem to appear out of no where. How was it that three lycans had been inside the so call Den before him, and happened to not sense each other. The young teenager looked at Mikel quickly studying him. It was quickly followed by Pablo trying to hide a chuckle. There was no offense against Pete, but the thought of him giving orders to both Pablo and Arai, they were perhaps two of the most ignorant lycans in existence entertained the young teenager. " The names Pablo." He said sticking out his hand, he waited to see if he would accept the handshake.
“Two things you did wrong here. The first would be picking this place as a den, when you obviously don’t have the money to fix it up. Don’t think I don’t know you don’t have money. Your clothes are proof enough. The second thing you did wrong was come to a city that had just been bombed, and is likely to be bombed again. I suppose any of you know why?” Mikel had asked. It was actually Pablo's first time in the United States let alone this new 'Den'. The other two lycans did not have money, and at first site it would appear that Pablo did not. But the truth was he did, and more then enough. "Well perhaps they do not wish to live in luxury. Unlike a certain you?" The young teenager quickly assumed Mikel was a rich man. Mostly by the way he spoke. "And at least Pete is trying to get some thing done, Really though who are you to come in and begin to correct him?" The truth was Pablo agreed with most of his statements, but it was for the sake of arguing and some what defend Pete.
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Post by Mikel on Nov 2, 2007 17:33:15 GMT -5
Mikel looked at Pablo. He raised an eyebrow, as the man seemed to correct him. That was an interesting concept. Mikel had not deducted for this teenager to put up any viable thought at all. Not that it was anything personal against Pablo; it was just against the majority of the teenage population. Mikel took his time in answering Pablo. He didn’t need to seem rushed our flustered. Of course, he wasn’t flushed anyway. “I am Mikel Machnerum. I am one of the largest stockholders in many of the world’s largest cooperation’s. That, however, is irrelevant. Either way, it doesn’t matter because I am not here to try and break your spirits, I am here to rebuild this place is that is what you all desire.” Mikel said calmly. He didn’t want to make any enemies from his kind, but sometimes they didn’t enjoy the fact that he was more sophisticated or richer than they were.
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Post by Pete on Nov 5, 2007 19:29:17 GMT -5
"Well Mikel, I'm sure you're the man to fund it. But I'm not so sure if you're the man to design it. I've seen your estate. We're going for something a bit more... practical." Of course, they would need this project to be inconspicuous... it would still need to appear as an old run down factory from the outside. No need to draw unnecessary attention to the 'soon to be' largest gathering of Lycans on the continent. "And at least Pete is trying to get some thing done, Really though who are you to come in and begin to correct him?" The first thing that came to mind was; Whoa... When they first met, neither held each other in high regards, neither thought they would ever be friends. But countless battles had bonded the two. Nevertheless, Pablo openly defending Pete in a non-lethal situation, it was strange to say the least.
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Post by Mikel on Nov 6, 2007 9:37:50 GMT -5
Mikel smiled and nodded his head at Pete’s remark about his architectural designs and preferences. Mikel did enjoy the finer things and liked to surround himself with them, but obviously he was not going to do that in this instance. That would draw far too much attention to this place and apparently that was not what the other lycans desired. Personally, Mikel didn’t understand the whole concept of hiding and of being so secretive about everything. It just didn’t make any sense to him. Why were they trying to hide who they were? Why were they trying to conceal themselves? Usually when people do that it causes more suspicion than anything else. “Well I don’t understand being so secretive, but I suppose if that is what you desire then I don’t see any real harm in it.” Mikel said calmly. He reached into his suite coat and pulled out a small black bag. He then took a few steps to Arai, “You will find over forty-five thousand dollars in this bag. If that is not enough, I will supply more. I will be contacting you to check on your progress.” He said calmly. He had given the money to Arai because she was the oldest of the group and would be the most financially wise. It didn’t matter if they lost forty-five thousand dollars, he had that multiplied to one thousand.
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Post by Arai on Nov 6, 2007 9:58:57 GMT -5
Arai felt tempted to roll her eyes at the three males. Boys and their fighting. For once Pablo and Pete were not arguing; they were both double-teaming the older Mikel. She sighed a bit impatiently. Couldn't all three see that they wanted the same thing? Yes, Mikel was being a bit condescending, but she supposed that came with being much older and more experienced than the three. Arai was a bit shocked when he handed the bag containing all that cash to her. She could feel the heavy thickness of it in her arms. Forty five thousand dollars was a lot of cash; certainly the most she'd ever held or seen in cash. She didn't check to see if he told the truth; that would be slightly offensive. Instead, she thanked him and flashed him a beaming smile. Even in her current state, her smile was still amazing. "Now," she said turning to the two lycan boys with a slight grin playing across her face, "I think first we need a new door."
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Post by Pablo on Nov 6, 2007 15:42:12 GMT -5
Pablo looked at the bag, as Mikel pulled it out. He was slightly surprised, not the amount. That was the last thing, but it was more the fact he carried that amount around in cash. It could be argued that money is the most valuable thing in the world, but at the same time the opposite could be argued. But nevertheless it came to be obvious that Mikel had a lot of money, and he was proud of that. Let him be happy. The boy thought, everybody needed something to be proud of. Pablo turned to look over his shoulder, he grinned as well while rubbing his neck. "Once again I didn't mean to wake you." This day turned out to be quite odd, some how Arai had been the only one to notice the loud crashing noise of the door being broken down.
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Post by Pete on Nov 6, 2007 16:17:13 GMT -5
He stopped for a minute, already planning on how to fix the place up. It would obiously need to be cleaned, windows and doors replaced. Next on the list would be to add a living complex on the upper floor, nothing fancy, the standard bed and dresser combo. They would need a kitchen, and judging by the way Lycans ate, industrial sized refridgerators and freezers. If there was any cash left at that point, they would possibly add a gym on the first floor. Again, all the standard equipment, freeweights, treadmills etc. Maybe an enclosed training area, after all, the more training the younger Lycans, the more likely they would survive their new life. And then, after all that, pizza.
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Post by Mikel on Nov 6, 2007 17:28:25 GMT -5
Mikel would allow them to make the decisions about the new den all they wished. He didn’t care what they did and apparently they didn’t want his advice on how to do things. Fine. Again, Mikel didn’t mind if they kept to themselves, it wasn’t his place to say otherwise. Mikel had his preferences, but they were his and not theirs. Mikel listened to them calmly and then after they had a pause he spoke, “Again, if you require more funds, they will be given to you. So, my work is done for now. I will be around. If any of you need me, here is a card for you.” Mikel said calmly and then handed Arai a business card with his phone number and where he would be staying in town. He then turned to the rest, “Well, I will let you to get to it.” He said and then turned around and left the room.
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Post by Arai on Nov 7, 2007 23:43:21 GMT -5
Slipping the thin card into her pocket, Arai surveyed the warehouse with a new light. Holding the bag of money in both hands, she gazed around, trying to imagine what they would need first. A shiver ran down her spine, partly excitement and partly cold. First thing on the list would definitely be doors and windows. Maybe they could strip the fronts of the old doors and put them over the new so they didn't draw attention. It would also be good to get heavy black curtains so that during the night no light leaked out. The less people who knew they were here the better. Then probably at least a new paint job. The walls were crawling with all manners of insects, and cracks covered the corners and ceilings. The building was structurally sound; at least they wouldn't need to replace that. A common area down here, where they stood, would be beneficial. Maybe put in a few more couches, or at least reupholster the ones they had. They would need bedrooms, bathrooms, laundry rooms, a big industrial sized kitchen, a training room, and lots more. Maybe even a hidden panic room. Gold flecks in her eyes snapping excitedly, Arai began to walk down a nearby hall. "C'mon," she called over her shoulder, "let's explore. We won't know what needs fixed until we see everything!"
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Post by Pete on Nov 12, 2007 12:16:42 GMT -5
------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ okay guys, just to fill you in, Sara has approved a new Lycan den where we can post, kinda like a werewolf version of The Vampire Homebase (USA) so i think we should let this one die until the admins hook us up with the new one ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
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