Chimera Unit Report 1: Initial Thoughts and Observations

[Azisien]

Jeffery wandered into the former underground sanctum of the 'elder vampire.'

"Sorry, they didn't give me teleportation devices like theeeey...seemed to give you guys?" He half-chuckled, looking around the room at some of the Chimera Unit that had managed to run further away than he did from the nest but still end up here long before he arrived.

Shrugging, he sat down and improvised cleaning and checking his three guns. In no time, a nurse and doctor were surveying his wounds and beginning to patch him up.

[Rhiya Ravenwing]

A vet shaman was tending to the bruised Fox, as it was easier to heal smaller creatures than the larger ones.

Soon later, Fox was cleaning her pelt, her fur rippling with orange and bronze as she sat there running her coarse tongue through the fur and smoothed it down. Then, getting up, she shook herself satisfactorily, and trotted over to slip through the belt with her dagger proffered to her. She gave a short, harsh bark before leaping up towards Artemis' treatment table and curled up next to his arm; a round, warm furball.

[wilysword]

Fei sat down sullenly, angry she hadn't arrived in time to kill the Elder, or at least help. Most of the others seemed to celebrating, or happy, but Fei intended on letting this sulk last a while. After all, there would always be more vampires. In a few moments, however, the exhaustion from witchcraft set in and she dozed off where she was, leaning aginst her staff. Neither she nor anyone else could see it, but the Lotus mark on her shoulder glowed faintly while her energy slowly recharged.

[Toastburner B]

"Does this hurt?"

"You're poking the spot where an Elder vampire jumpkicked me in the face. Of course it hurts. It's not bleeding for fun." Bo muttered.

The doctor nodded, and poked around the nose a little more. "Hmm...I'm afraid it's broken."

The doctor stood, and looked at the bandaged minotaur. "Not to bad, considering. The worst of it is a few cracked ribs, a few cuts and scrapes, and a broken nose."

"Gee...I'm so glad we have doctors to tell us this sort of thing." Bo muttered under his breath.

The doctor waved over a shaman, and Bo felt a wave of relief come over him. In his old life, he was often healed by magic by his "owner's" flunkies. That, and his shaman was an old friend.

"How are you doing, Bo?" The shaman asked as she knelt next to the minotaur.

"Dandy. Nothing like going a round with an Elder vampire, Loraine."

The middle-aged shaman looked over Bo, then carely touched his nose. She shook her head.

"I haven't seen you this beat up since we found you in that gladiator pit a few years back." Loraine mummered.

Bo shrugged. "What can I say? They've had me doing milk runs up until today. Of course," Bo said, his voice dropping to a mutter. "I don't remember anything in the briefing saying anything about an elder."

Loraine smiled. "Shut up, Bo. You think a nest would have just new vampires in it? Don't answer that, I need quite so I can start healing you."

Bo rolled his eyes, but quitely sat as Loraine began chanting, and, gradually, Bo felt the pain ease out of his wounds.

[Overcast]

A shaman looked over him with care as he sat away. He hadn't been hurt but as transformations do he was quite drained, "Nahh...I..don't...think..I...could..have..as...mu ch..fun..on...vacation," he took a deep breath, "plus...where...would...I...go?"

[Azisien]

"Nifty." Jeffery said, staring down at the gash on his arm which disappeared, leaving no scar at all as the shaman completed his incantation. He shifted and winced. "I don't suppose you can do that again on the ribs, can you?" He said, pointing at the afflicted area.

The shaman nodded but then said, "I can, but it will probably hurt just as much as if a normal doctor fixed it."

Jeff sighed, cursing the vampire that snapped it like a twig. "Fine, get on with it then."

[CallmePrismatic]

Artemis hobbled into the meeting room along with the rest of the Unit, the medical and mystical repairs complete. A blonde woman wearing glasses and carrying a clipboard strode past Artemis and snorted.
"Please Artemis, it was just a few measly vampires. If you can't handle that we've got a lot of promising Chimera applicants."
Artemis glared uselessly and starightened up. Pulling out a chair he sat down at the semi-circular table and flexed his knuckles to show he'd rather be anywhere else. "I'd like to know when the last time anybody in DRI, Chimera or not, helped take down a thousand year old elder." He smiled, letting the smugness go airborne.
"About that..." Charisma trailed off as her gaze looked over the group. When the entire team was assembled and seated she shuffled some papers and began. "First off, congratulations. You took down a pretty overstocked nest, and we clocked the vamp count at close to thirty. And including the mushroom men, you all kept calm and completed the mission very well." She imitated sighing but released no breath from her undead body. "Now, the 'it's how you look at it' bad news. You didn't fight an elder."
Artemis formulated a well thought out response to the sudden proclamation. "Buh?"
"The stray hairs you collected were sent to the Labs to be analyzed as elders are about as common as articulate incubi, and they found that you killed a 70 year old vampire."
"Bu-but his hair was white."
"So? Vampires make up 10% of the dye-buying population and thats just America alone. This one decided to be a smartass and dye his hair ivory white." Her tone was very matter-of-fact but a small undercurrent of amusement ran through it.
"He told us he was 1000."
And he had telekinesis."
"Wow? He told you? Well, I guess I'll tell Labs that the multi-million dollar equipment was wrong because my Unit was told the truth by a soulless bloodsucker. And the telekinesis could have come from any number of factors. He might have been a telekinetic before he was sired, he developed it in the decades afterward, and on and on. Look, I know you're all mad now, but this is a good thing. The last true elder had to be held inside the California Hellmouth, and the Slayer had to kill him, then smash the bones left behind before he could ressurect. DRI doesn't even have the skeptical hearsay to make a file on elder vamps." Charisma straightened her glasses and looked at the confused and skeptical faces.
"Well...mushroom men?" Artemis sighed and contemplated misting through his chair and out the door.
"That is actually more interesting. Like the file says, mushroom men are only really used at cemetaries and morticians offices. We're looking through all the offices right now to see if anybody is missing a few humanoid mushrooms. In the meantime, you guys are off the hook. Enjoy your off-time and I'll page you when we're ready."
With that the meeting was unspokenly ended and the teamates went on their business.

[PyrosNine]

Chris was in thought. Something just didn't add up. His knowledge of Vampires was not the best, nowhere near anything these people might have, but a non-elder with Telekinesis was impossible. He didn't know the specifics, but the mind had to advance past it's mortal limits for telekinesis to work. 523 years for weak telekinesis, 1000 for some telekinesis intermediacy. In order for a stronger form of telekinesis to appear quickly, a being has to cross over the verge of death and return. Vampires lack that ability, being forever void of death until they are entirely obliterated. They can only gain the stronger vampiric powers through time.

Chris realized there was some thing underhanded about all this, but kept it to himself as he walked over to the mess hall. There were too many things underhanded in the world and odds are this one was none of his business.

[Rhiya Ravenwing]

OOC: we’re allowed to make up our training and training centres, right? If not, then I balete.

Fox decided to try out one of their neat training facilities just installed the previous summer to train recruits. She leapt off the table (Perhaps she was the only animal allowed ON the tables in ANY meeting room because she just absolutely refused to come in any other form) and swiftly set her way towards the simulation centre to test out one of their boxes, grabbing a raw chicken leg from the mess hall kitchens and gulping it down on the way.

She made it to the door of the centre before she was forced to press her paw onto an ID pad.
"Welcome Fox," an automated voice greeted as the doors slid open. Fox paid no attention. She was curious as to what lay inside, and had lost interest of the talking box a long time ago. She streaked inside with excitemet and was confronted with a few startled and disapproving stares. Of course, Fox knew about the few workers here and their intent dislike of the 'special' unit, but since Fox was in her animal form, the looks just made her bristle slightly.

Suddenly, she was a young child bounding up to a scientist. She tugged insistently at the white sleeve in order to gain the man's attention.
"Uncle, uncle! I wanna ride in one of these. Gimme a go pweeeaaaase?" she exclaimed, widening her eyes until they teared up slightly. The worker, not totally intolerant towards her mythos background, gave a fatherly grin and ruffled her flawlessly straight, untangled hair.
"Sure honey, just as long as you stop calling me uncle. You can be old enough to be my parent!" he joked as he led Fox over to one of the simulation cubicles, and motioned her to step in. The other workers looked on with disdain, but Fox and the man ignored them.

It was a box, really. A metallic box with a strange type of metal lining the walls, ceiling and floors.
But as Fox stepped in, the box changed. Dramatically. The room seemed to expand and warp, and Fox felt herself go dizzy for a moment, before the room righted itself and became a room similar to the ones she traversed through the Elder vampire's lair.

Fox became an adult woman, and she stretched out. There was no sense of any kind of wall that depicted the original box. It was a kind of total illusion, maintained by a powerful magitech system.

Fox looked around, waiting as the room finally settled down and became 'solid'. She walked towards the wall, and touched it. The grittiness felt real under her fingers.
"Technology these days," she muttered under her breath, then said louder, “Ok, Viss,” she said, referring to the magitech system controlling her illusion (V.I.S.S standing for Virtual Intelligence Simulation System) “give me something to torch.”

And V.I.S.S responded by sending a wave of simulated monsters towards her.

OOC: You could have just said he didn't have any telekinesis and I could have changed my post, you know.

"No telekinesis, eh?" Nada said, listening to the mission summary. "Then what the hell was all that crap that hit me?" He'd grumble, but he lacked the ability to do that now. He settled tor rubbing his iron hands together, which had much the same noise.

He headed back to his room to polish the scratches out of his hide (I'll post better later).