Prologue: The League of Extraordinary Gentlemen

OOC: You guys posted too quick for me; Was trying to post, and had to edit my post twice due to new posts appearing before I could submit. Gawd.. Not sure if I should edit mine 'cause of MR RPG's last post or not, or if I could work that in.. Will try to I guess. >.x

Ivan quickly realised that the sound that the man, Carlos, had heard, was in fact, not himself – the German, Alexander, had unslung a sniper and was peering into the distance, the opposite direction of Ivan. "you cannot hide from a hunter. I think something is there, Werewolf's been following me awhile. I can take a shot, no?"

Without waiting for further introduction or response to his arrival, Ivan unslung his own rifle, walked up beside Alexander and scoped into the darkness, following his aim. "Two guns are better than one, friend."

He saw what he thought was movement up ahead, but couldn't clearly make out what it was. Nonetheless, he knew where to shoot. He waited for Alexander to make a move, preparing to synchronise his own shot with his.

OOC: sorry

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Alexander quickly glanced towards Ivan, but did not lose the target in his scopes.
"Indeed" He replied with a grin towards Ivan "I'll take waring shot, if it says nothing and charges or runs, kill it. Ya?" Alexander said readying himself

OOC: Hehe, nah, no worries, it's cool. It's great to see an RP be that active, as it's been quite a while for me. I actually quite like fast paced; I'm just being whingy about needing to edit my posts. But it's all cool. ^.^

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Nodding slightly in agreement, but not daring to avert his eyes from his scope, Ivan was quick to respond. "Da. Sounds like a plan."

Whatever was causing the slight movement up ahead, the thing the pair had their scope fixed onto, Ivan noticed straight away what it was attempting to do – moving slowly from left to right, right to left, silently between the trees and towards a small cottage towards the edge of their sights, whatever it was, was clearly attempting to make its way closer, use the cottage as cover, presumably, as a means to double-back towards their position. Ivan's eyes narrowed, his brow ever slightly clenching the edge of his tinted sunnies as the grip of his index finger over the trigger of his rifle tightened in expectation of an imminent shot.

After hearing the newcomers voice, Vlad's eyes opened wide. He had almost the very same accent as he himself. Everyone, for such a long long time seemed to foreign. It had been nearly two years since he heard one of his own's voices. He turned to the newcomer, at once noticing the Russian's distinct features, and gave a surprised grin.

"My god, if it isn't another from our hometown of St. Petersburg! My name is Vladmir Iranov." Vlad said in his heavy Russian accent, waiting for the man to near, putting out a hand for the man to shake.

Vassily peered through his scope yet again to find a surprising discovery - two of the men with snipers in hand, had targeted him already as he had approached. Awkwardly, he stood in the same position.

Striking a match, Vassily held it near his face, waving near the dim light of the match, hopefully to show that he was a friendly while not having to speak up. Hopefully now he could confront these two eager gentlemen without the fear of being shot down on sight.

Holding the match close, he walked in the direction he noticed the glares of a Rifle's scope from and shouted. "Bandits? Fellow Hunters?" He simply asked - if they fired, he knew they were bandits, if they greeted him, they were no doubt hunters. No other reason to stick around here other than hunting creatures. he thought.

((OOC: Sorry about the rush hour we had there, Maiko.))

"Greetings, Ivan," Carlos said to the man after he introduced himself. "I'm Carlos, pleasure meeting you. These revenants I was talking about are supposed to haunt this area. They will be here soon enough."

When all the guns were aimed towards the sudden noise, Carlos took out his crossbow as well, wondering what the disturbance was. Then he saw a man coming out, trying to make peace. Carlos lowered his crossbow as he saw that the man was, in fact, not a Vampire or Werewolf. He motioned for the other two aiming at him to lower there weapons and walked forward a bit.

"Don't worry, we're not bandits," he said to the man, trying to seem friendly. "My name is Carlos Lombardi, a hunter like yourself. All these other people seem to be hunters as well. There will be revenants around here soon so I have suggested that we band together temporarily to defend ourselves. I would advise you to join up with us. What is your name, then?"

A moment or two passed between the time of Vlad's introduction and the announcement from the movement up ahead that said movement was human. Seeing, with the strike of a match, that the movement they'd had in their sights was very much human, and seeing Carlos motion to lower their rifles, with a quick nod of acknowledgement, Ivan did just that.

Turning to face Vlad, Ivan reciprocated the hand shake, a wide grin on his face and his brows frowning slightly. "You are from St. Petersburg also? Good to see a familiar face! Wait.. Vladamir Iranov.. I know that name.."

It took only the shortest moment for Ivan to realise where he'd heard the name before. "Wait.. You didn't per chance leave St. Petersburg, say, four years ago, did you? I think we may know each other from a long time back. Does my name sound familiar to you?"

Vassily nodded, tossing the match away and walking up to Carlos, holding out a hand. "The Name is Vassily, Vassily Dumyekil. Sorry for the creepy entrance, I haven't seen a single soul since I left Bucuresti, and this place looked very much like a ghost town - one can only assume. " he explained in a Heavy Russian accent. St. Petersburg? Been there once or twice, never heard of them. he thought to himself. As a child, he grew up in Moscow, only being able to visit St. Petersburg when his Uncle wasn't busy - a rare occasion it was back when he lived in Russia.

Carlos took the hand and shook it briskly.

"No problem, Vassily," he replied with a grin. "It's nice meeting another hunter out here in the lonely wilderness. There are way too few of us."

Carlos took out a cigar and lit it, looking around in every direction to make sure no revenants were creeping up on them. He looked at his watch. It was almost midnight. They would be here soon, but he did not know what form they would take. Usually they took over corpses and attacked with them, but they were unpredictable. Those spirits are very pesky, though they can hardly do anything if they are not possessing something.

"Those creatures will be here in a few minutes, I believe," Carlos said to them. "I'd advise you all to keep your weapons ready. These revenants tend to come by surprise."

"Ivan Dimitrov... Ivan -- Da, that does sound familiar to me. I think I did know an Ivan four years ago... before that day in St. Petersburg. You were one of the few survivors back at the city, no?" Vlad questioned.

One hand instinctively reaching to rest atop the hilt of his sword, Ivan, unflinching, turned his head to face the source of a particularly loud and sudden thud – a vampire, in what could possibly be called one of the most careless moves he'd ever seen from such a creature, had landed, quite roughly, directly in the open, defenseless, near the group. His gaze fixed on the new arrival, Ivan continued his conversation with Vlad. "Da, I was.. The only survivor of the our town's military division of the time, for that matter.. If I may ask, do you think that this thing that I am looking at, that just happened to drop by, is a vampire? It sure looks like one to me, but I don't recall ever seeing such a careless approach from such a creature before, yet alone, without the company of its kin.."

Ivan stared suspiciously at the creature – though he'd rarely hesitate in annihilating such a creature on sight, it's manner of arrival had him uncertain of exactly how to respond.

Carlos pulled out his crossbow but did not aim it at the Vampire, as he appeared to be friendly. He looked at the Vampire, curious as to why it was approaching a group of hunters like this.

"What kind of Vampire walks right into trouble?" Carlos asked with a raised eyebrow. "What is your name Vampire? Are you a friend or foe?"

Alexander was completly surpised by the randomness of the current events, but vampires were not his main target, so he left that to his group to diside his fate, although he did smile to him self when he learned that he fell.

This Vampire is more clever than he looks, Carlos thought to himself. I am not completely sure wether to trust this one or not, but I like his style. When he finally came up with an answer, Carlos opened his mouth to speak, but at the exact moment a heart curtling shreik sounded through the night. Carlos turned in the direction of the sound to see many skeletal warriors rising out of the earth, clawing their way out. The skeletal warriors had swords, axes, and other primitive weapons that they brandished as they shambled towards them.

Carlos pulled out his sword immedietely, hoping that the others would do the same. The revenants had finally come, and this time they had taken control of skeletal corpses from the battles of old.

"It looks like they have finally come to face us," Carlos said with a grim smile. "It looks like we will be friends for now, Vampire. Once we send these things back to hell we're gonna have a nice chat."

Carlos aimed his crossbow with his off-hand at one of the skeletons and fired, knocking the head of it clean off and sending it toppling. The battle of the ghost town had just begun...

"Look, we're here to hunt down revenants - which will most likely be here soon. Either you can just go on your way to find another blood meal, join our team, or attack us and then we kill you and move on. So I'd believe that your allegiance is quite important to whether you live another minute." Vassily said, unsheathing his Kukri, at the ready. He then opened his mouth to continue "We have better fish to fry, we don't need any trouble from a clumsy Vampire. Either you're gone, dead, or along for the ride."

The Shriek alarmed Vassily, making him jump near half-way out of his skin. He turned to the source to find the revenants have arrived. "Never mind, you don't have a choice - prepare for a fight." he told the Vampire, preparing himself for an attack.

Alexander smiled at the vampires comment then opend up on the revenants with his MP40, some fell as the bullets riped through their bones and he whatched them crumble. Then he noticed the builing behind him, He quickly climbed up to the roof unslung his sniper and began to fire upon them takeing them down one after another.