9647/Vampire tag team action!

Vampire tag team action!
Date of Scene:	18 October 2019
Location:	Abandoned Werehouse, bludhaven
Synopsis:	Summary needed
Cast of Characters:	Thomas Raith, Spike

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Thomas Raith has posed:
Thomas Raith isn't a vampire. Not in the strictist sence. His family has alligences with Vampires, and frequently the designation is attached to them, but it's a misnomer at best. In truth, he doesn't have much feelings for /most/ Blood drinkers one way or the other. But the Rogue faction of Vampires who designated themselves "The Red Court" are by far the ones he absolutely loathes. So tonight, the bastard prince of the White Court is out being a thorn in their sides. A Large shipment of a powerful drug known as 3eye is coming in. In reality a magic potion/halucinigen, it's been known to drive users mad with "visions. Also because one of the ingrediants is Vampire Blood, it's highly addictive.

Spike has posed:
Spike's out and about, he's definitely out in Bloodhaven, he's back in Bloodhaven again. His crypt was here, now it's just a crypt. he's moved to Gotham. And, he's happy for it, but tonight he's down by the docks. Slipping between two crates, Spike's watchful. He's a vampire. he's a bad, evil vampire, some would say. Some would call him a killer, a monster, Spike would say he isn't. He's no better or worse than antone else. He's heard about the drugs, being a criminal, and he sees dollar signs, that he could make money. Lots, and lots, and lots of money. Spike is leaning on a shipping crate, smoking a cigarette.

Thomas Raith has posed:
Thomas Raith isn't wearing his signature white today. He's also not wearing black because A) in the darkness black actually stands out quite a bit, and B) tacky much? As he draws closer to the action he looks around, listening and trying to focus on any guards that the Court may have laid in wait. After they lost two big shipments to his...shenanigans... they may have started hiring better security. Still he is surprised when he notices a former patron of his club leaning and watching as well. He picks up a tiny pebble and gives it a toss...exploding Spike's cigarette to powder.

Spike has posed:
Spike's wearing his usual outfit. Because, the world does /not/ need him to go clothes shopping. He'd just buy black anyway. Spike crushes the cigarette under the heel of a boot andd blows smoke toward the sky. He's amused, and nods. He's not saying a word, yet. Mostly since he's unsure quite why they're both here. Then it hits him. Thomas is after the drugs and money. Hey. Spike's a greedy SOB. Maybe he can cut a deal, pocket the cash and run? Or...

Spike steps forward, smelling of cheap cigarettes and beer. "Hey" Spike says, lazily at first. "Hey, what you doing here?" he asks.

Thomas Raith has posed:
Thomas Raith raises an eyebrow to the other man and looks over his shoulder in the general direction of the Vampires. "Planning on costing these jokers a few million dollars in product and likely dusting a few of them, he says simply, his hand fingering the handle of his kukri knife, but not drawing it. Yet. "You're not with them are you Spike. That would be very disapointing."

Spike has posed:
Spike grins, "Nah. Slayer got me slaying, man" Spike says in a horribly bad surfer dude accent. Maybe he's asking to get stabbed for that alone...but Spike produces a stake from under his duster. "Nah. I came here to get things. Cost those idiots a few billion, more like. And ake 'em out" Spike adds. "WHy would I be with em?" he asks. It's a fair question, and Spike grins to Thomas. "You joining in the party?" he asks.

Thomas Raith has posed:
Thomas Raith shrugs. "I'm never sure of anyone's loyalties. Even my own." He says simply, though his hand goes to a more relaxed grip on the Kukri. He glances at the werehouse. "The drugs get destroyed, no matter what. As long as that happens I am okay. Accord?"

Spike has posed:
Spike grins. "Of course. Let's get in there and wreck the place. Oh this is gonna be good" Spike grins looking already eager to start the slaughter. His chip may mean he can't hurt hummans. But vampires...fair game. Bring it on! Spike nods to Thomas. "Ready?" he asks....then takes off jogging toward the warehouse.

Thomas Raith has posed:
Thomas Raith only takes a moment to pull a red balaclava over his face, to go with the brugondy sweat shirt he is wearing. He matches Spikes pace for a moment, drawing his Kukri into his right hand and a cavlry saber into his left. His normally dark blue eyes going almost silver as he charges in with the blond vamp and a pair of gaurds go down before they can scream.

Spike has posed:
Spike's throwing fists. And swinging a stake, too. Buffy wold ?so/ not approve of this, but it's for the good. Plus if Spike kills them...he can gloat about it. While using it as a stepping stone to further things. Spike clobbers another guard with the blunt end of the stake, and gives him a kick to the jewels....no remorse. Nothing. Spike's here to wreck shit...and...that he will do. He's following Thomas's lead. Stakes are not quite as good as a pair of sharp pointy things...but Spike veers off slightly and catches two guards unaware. The first is down and staked before Spike gives a kick that'd make an MMA fighter jealous, and hears the crack of....something. He grabs the alive guard and throws him down to the floor, staking him too. With all that done, and his mini WWE moment over, Spike sets about going to rejoin Thomas.