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Lance Trumpeter
A vampiric police officer, centred in the TBS: Tainted Blood Squad. The front-line against blood borne terrorism.
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a character in “The Multiverse”, as played by Dan-Nal-Khali
So begins...
Lance Trumpeter's Story
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Lance Trumpeter sat quietly at the bar, having been observing the proceedings for some time. Naturally, he was concerned.
Lance Trumpeter, unlike most of the high-powered, flashy bureaucrats that populated the Captains' table, was no so well protected as his stronger and so called better peers, but that mattered little; he still had a job to do.
Lance Trumpeter watched Qwilli intently, wondering if his intelligence was correct. He was almost certain now that she was his suspect, and her speaking to what was clearly a very... confused... vampire was going a long way towards motivating him into moving.
Lance Trumpeter fiddled with the retainer used to keep his fangs retracted; the thing made his jaw ache, but he had to admit, it didn't cut in like he thought it would. Riant Corbeau, as creepy as they were, knew what they were doing when it came to orthodontistry.
Lance Trumpeter was beginning to doubt that Qwilli was his target after all. She was certainly interested in vampires, but she was a little too- she lacked a few of the characteristics that he was looking for.
Lance Trumpeter cast an eye towards Tsunade; she was sitting alone, which made him wonder if she was the person he was looking for...
Lance Trumpeter stepped into the establishment, out of uniform (as it wouldn't do to give himself away; that's how a person got himself killed) and looking for all the world like just another bar-goer. This place- certainly wasn't Explosive Pyromania, but of that he was thankful; the- he couldn't really find a word that described the yellow eyed harlot that ran the chain of nightclubs, but it did't matter much: she could smell the sort of man he was a mile off and would have thrown him out at the first sniff.
Lance Trumpeter had taken a seat at the bar with his back to the door, but he was still perfectly aware when blood (human blood, at that: a rarity in such parts, apparently) wafted into the room. He couldn't help but turn around and look (using a dropped fork as an excuse for the movement), but he frowned at what he saw.
Oh, now that was unacceptable; did nobody use a damned napkin any more?! Some vampires needed a fucking bib: fact. He huffed out an disapproving sigh, because that was how the terrorists managed to recruit so many in such a short- what in the name of darkness was that. ...he'd walked into a PR nightmare...
Oh, now that was unacceptable; did nobody use a damned napkin any more?! Some vampires needed a fucking bib: fact. He huffed out an disapproving sigh, because that was how the terrorists managed to recruit so many in such a short- what in the name of darkness was that. ...he'd walked into a PR nightmare...
In the comfort of his own mind, the imagined mental two-year-old that Lance envisioned himself as from time to time threw a tantrum, little legs kicking and tiny fisted hands flailing in the air as it shrieked about how the world wasn't fair!
Outside, the fully grown man heaved a sigh, hands coming up to rub away the beginnings of a migraine. "Please, miss, do not pull at it." There was every chance that she would accidentally decapitate herself by fussing at what was clearly a poorly made- he didn't actually have a word to describe the travesty of a thing- and if she did decapitate herself then the Generals would have to- this needed fixing.
Outside, the fully grown man heaved a sigh, hands coming up to rub away the beginnings of a migraine. "Please, miss, do not pull at it." There was every chance that she would accidentally decapitate herself by fussing at what was clearly a poorly made- he didn't actually have a word to describe the travesty of a thing- and if she did decapitate herself then the Generals would have to- this needed fixing.
Lance Trumpeter wanted to hit his head against the bar counter, but refrained for the sake of his cranium and public appearance; this was a mess. "I- have some idea as to what it might be," he muttered, the formal turn of speech grating on him to no end, but she was a human and as such he was obliged to keep up appearances; there was no way he could keep his identity a secret now.
"It- needs to be removed with all haste, and I must assure you that whatever creature put it-" he wasn't sure how to phrase the next part, so gave up and spoke as he wanted. "On you had no right to, and I'm going to arrest the bugger when I catch him because this is how everyone gets the wrong impression and people of both races end up dead."
"It- needs to be removed with all haste, and I must assure you that whatever creature put it-" he wasn't sure how to phrase the next part, so gave up and spoke as he wanted. "On you had no right to, and I'm going to arrest the bugger when I catch him because this is how everyone gets the wrong impression and people of both races end up dead."
Hitting his head against the table suddenly sounded like a fantastic idea. "Miss- I promise you that what you saw, that creature- that is not the norm. You have been assaulted by a criminal and me- the law enforcement officer- is going to fix it, okay?" Oh this was a nightmare! "I need to take a look at that thing, if you don't mind, and I may have to refer you to my bosses to deal with getting it off." -not the generals not the generals oh for the love of darkness please let someone other than the generals be able to deal with this shit-
Lance Trumpeter was growing increasingly fond of the idea of staking himself to a table to save himself the trouble of what was to come; this was a travesty and he wasn't sure that he'd be able to repair it in a hurry. Oh, sometimes he hated his job,
He looked at the device, running his hands over it and frowning; it was crude, to say the least, but not driven by Doll-force as far as he could see and as such- hopefully- simple to remove.
"This place is a nest for criminals; we try, but there aren't enough policemen on the planet to clear this shit-hole, as illogical as that sounds. None of us really know how so many criminals can realistically exist in one place or how they all believe that the law doesn't matter here." He shook his head. "This should be relatively easy to remove. Oh, and my name is Lance, by the way."
He looked at the device, running his hands over it and frowning; it was crude, to say the least, but not driven by Doll-force as far as he could see and as such- hopefully- simple to remove.
"This place is a nest for criminals; we try, but there aren't enough policemen on the planet to clear this shit-hole, as illogical as that sounds. None of us really know how so many criminals can realistically exist in one place or how they all believe that the law doesn't matter here." He shook his head. "This should be relatively easy to remove. Oh, and my name is Lance, by the way."
Lance Trumpeter nodded absently even as he leaned in to examine the pendant closely- it wasn't the sturdiest thing in existence, but he was going to end up with a serious toothache when it came off, he could tell. He was not looking forwards to explaining this one to the dentist.
"This whole place makes no sense, but I'll get this thing off of you, at least, miss." He placed the chain between his teeth, careful to line it up exactly. "Pleesh don't move," he muttered, poking the chain into a good position with his tongue.
"This whole place makes no sense, but I'll get this thing off of you, at least, miss." He placed the chain between his teeth, careful to line it up exactly. "Pleesh don't move," he muttered, poking the chain into a good position with his tongue.
Lance Trumpeter snorted at that, knowing that she'd break her teeth even if she could get the chain into her mouth, not to mention the fact that the thing was clearly designed to be indestructible to human means of removal. He tried not to think about his own teeth as he simultaneously extended his fangs and bit down hard, hoping that the chain would break.
Lance Trumpeter wanted, more than anything else, to cry and cradle his poor teeth that were throbbing their disapproval with no small amount of ferocity. He pulled away, fragments of metal buried in his gums but chain well and truly removed from her body. He put a hand over his mouth, flinching. The dentist was going to murder him. Literally.
Lance Trumpeter shook his head and backed away from her reaching hands, speaking through his fingers. "'sfine, all part of the job." His mouth hurt, a lot, and he was almost certain that he was bleeding, but the damned thing was off and that was all that really mattered. PR (hopefully) was restored. "'ll be back in a sec." He shuffled towards the bathroom to see the extent of the damage and hopefully tidy himself up a little.
Lance Trumpeter was, ironically, examining his reflection in the mirror, picking pieces of shattered metal out of his gums with a pair of tweezers; there was blood on his hands and more spilling down his chin, staining his tongue, but there didn't appear to be any real damage done to his teeth (at least, none was visible from a distance).
He nodded a fraction, choosing not to break his concentration; a tiny chain link had caught between his teeth and he had yet to find a way to remove it.
He nodded a fraction, choosing not to break his concentration; a tiny chain link had caught between his teeth and he had yet to find a way to remove it.
Lance Trumpeter sighed, taking the handkerchief and mopping his hands before spitting a mouthful of blood and bits of metal into the sink. He wiped his face, craning his neck to see the inside of his mouth so that he could remove the last bits of debris from his gums. "I've got a good dentist," he said rather thickly, tracing his tongue across the damage. "Scary, though."
Lance Trumpeter was actually rather pleased, even if his mouth hurt something fierce, because it looked as though the PR disaster had been successfully averted, thank the night. He would still have to make a report, of course, but there was no need to get the Generals involved; he'd live to police the streets another day.
"It's all part of the job, believe it or not, miss."
"It's all part of the job, believe it or not, miss."
Lance Trumpeter sighed, still mopping at his mouth. "This exact situation doesn't happen all that often, but this sort of thing; criminal idiots making a show and putting the whole human-vampire relations situation at risk? That happens all the damn time. And I'm not married." Sometimes he wished he had the time to be, though.
Lance Trumpeter heaved a sigh. "Vampire hunters- are a nightmare that I'd rather not get into. It's not good for public relations and it gives me a headache. As a general rule, I police the vampires doing things that they shouldn't, the Captains deal with hunters and shit, at least most of the time. But yeah, you have the general idea; you've seen the bullcrap of the vampire race in here, and I'm really sorry about that."
Lance Trumpeter sighed, rinsed his mouth out with water, spat before settling himself against a wall; it was darkest and coolest inside the bathrooms and for the moment at least he had no intention of moving. "That's a good way of looking at things, but it takes a good police force working behind the scenes; they keep the criminals out of the way, tackle the bad guys and get them off the streets so the rest of the world can forget about their existence."
Lance Trumpeter chuckled to himself, head shaking. "No, it's not a small task at all, especially when we have to dance around the military and clean up their shit at a second's notice or hand over a case to them that we've been working on for months at the drop of a hat. My social life went out and sunned itself several years ago."
Lance Trumpeter shrugged. "I like my job, but- it's hard. I know that if I didn't do it then there would be nobody with a quiet life, nobody who could look at existence and not think that there's a war going on, because the Captains do- amazing shit but it's hard to really make that relate to a normal life and the little people, normal people, don't really see much of it other than on the news.
"But they do see crime on the streets when it's there, they know that they're in danger and that bastards spread diseases to poison them- terrorism." He shook his head. "It's hard, but I love it. It's just a shame that I don't get the easy life that I work for other people to have, you know?"
He sighed. "I always wanted to have a wife, baby, settle down, but I never seem to have the time."
"But they do see crime on the streets when it's there, they know that they're in danger and that bastards spread diseases to poison them- terrorism." He shook his head. "It's hard, but I love it. It's just a shame that I don't get the easy life that I work for other people to have, you know?"
He sighed. "I always wanted to have a wife, baby, settle down, but I never seem to have the time."
Lance Trumpeter shook his head with a tired sigh. "There's a war on, and my department's rushed to say the least; too many arseholes thinking that they're not going to get noticed because there're monsters roaming the streets and the like. I'm not going to be running out of life any time soon, so I might as well wait until the war's over to start looking for a wife."
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