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| Topic Started: 17 May 2009, 01:06 (900 Views) | |
| Treefrog700 | 17 May 2009, 01:06 Post #1 |
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It was always dark around the city, but this place was especially dismal. Not the sense that it was dark or horrid, but that it was bland and tasteless, no sense of energy or life, dull and unresponsive. It may have once housed uncertain tenants, or bottom dwellers who were trying to keep a low profile, but now it was shattered and broken. It was near the top level of the building, that all of the walls had been removed except for the outer walls, and they were replaced with gray sheets and blankets, tatter and worn. Half broken beams sank down from the upper floor, littering it with debris and rubble. Some of the resistance members had tried to sweep it off to a side, but it never seemed to make much of a difference. It was on this floor of the complex, maybe four or five stories above the streets of downtown below, that Selina La'Chavr made her home; a couple of blankets were strewn over an old mattress, with a couple of pillows. Crates from the holy order were stacked up nearby, and there were other mattresses and blankets stuffed in corners to suggest that there were other humans who came here from time to time. It was hardly fully populated, and so it didn't really attract much attention, despite the fact that downtown was a designated safe-zone. The complex doubled as a base, for it was stocked full with weapons gathered by the humans who sometimes strayed into the dangerous areas. Guns were wrapped in blankets and odd looking hand to hand weaponry. Selina herself was wrapped in her usual garments. A pair of brown jean shorts, which fit tightly upon her legs, stopping just short of her knees. Tall black boots covered her feet, and went up her shins, providing enough protection for her legs. A navy blue sweatshirt was slung over her body, and her dark brown hair was tied back into a ponytail. Two holsters were positioned at her hips, where two handguns were resting, stocked full of silver bullets. Dhakura, her family's heirloom was strapped across her back, so common did it rest there that she barely felt it tap against her back as she moved about the room. There a few people resting about the room, she paid little attention to most of them. She was hesitant to go out this night, she had a bad feeling that it wasn't a good time to go about. Then again, she wasn't even sure if it was night. She crept the wall that faced the main street. She drew back a black sheet, and stared through the broken window at the uneasy calm below. |
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| Tree | 17 May 2009, 04:26 Post #2 |
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A building, old, by the feel of it. The stench of decay- unremarkable in such a place as this- is overshadowed by another smell- anxiety? Fear? The humans are afraid, and so they cling to each other, in a pathetic imitation of pack-family. Diana slipped into the door of the compound without a sound. She loathed this part of the city, but tumble-down structures such as these were as close to the wildness of the Gardens as she could find. She had no particular like for humans- after all, the spirits of the Garden had told her of the poisons humans had polluted the city with long before the abominations came through their rifts. She admired their resourcefulness, but disdained their reliance on toys. Still, they cared more for the city than did the bloodsuckers, who would no doubt raze her precious Gardens to build one of their stinking pleasure-houses as soon as they got the chance. She came to this part of the city, though, as she did every so often, searching for those who might hear the call of the earth, the music that even her fellow pack-mates ignored. The spirits had told her this, that some of the humans, in their desperation, might hear the call that their forefathers had ignored for so long. Cautiously, she ascended the steps, looking to be little more than a blind woman seeking refuge from the elements to the untrained eye, until she reached the top floor, where she sat, cross-legged, waiting. Those who needed her knew who she was, and those who did not know would ask questions. The questions themselves were not important. The very act of asking was what set the few apart from the many, the strong aside from the weak. Edited by Tree, 17 May 2009, 04:30.
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"Through literacy you can begin to see the universe. Through music you can reach anybody. Between the two there is you, unstoppable." -Grace Slick I enjoy being flowery as much as the next guy!  Err... tree.Yes, I went there. I came back, too, in time for tea... what? That was your cucumber sandwich? Well, it's mine now. :P  | |
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| Treefrog700 | 17 May 2009, 04:54 Post #3 |
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Selina stood still at the window wondering about her family for a time, when she thought something came to her senses. The blood inside of her veins was...different, yet she knew that it was the only thing that had saved her thus far. Yet it was faint, she could not understand it. It had come about before, faint and quiet like, a seething pulse inside of her very body, and she would often grow paranoid. Someone idle in their bedding coughed. The sick often came here to die in peace. Selina couldn't help but feel an uneasy heatwave cross over her and she wiped her forehead with the back of her hand. Was it a vampire from across the street? No... more than likely they were hanging out at the night club. 'Good for nothing bloodsuckers...' she cursed in her mind. Ever since she was a little girl she had loathed the vampires with a furious passion. One the church thought admirable. Though only her extended family were members of the holy order, and Selina herself had not be inducted in anyway into the church, although her connects granted her access to holy weapons, she did not find any comfort in practicing faith. She was confused and lost within herself, when her blood began to tingle again from underneath her skin. Was it getting closer? She could not tell, but her hands stayed close to the two pistols at her side. |
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| Tree | 17 May 2009, 05:22 Post #4 |
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Lost in her half-trance, Diana stirred at the sound of one of the humans coughing. She grimaced. Frail as they were, most humans possessed technology that allowed them to cope with all but the most devastating injuries... at least, those in the military, or the vaunted ranks of the inquisitors did. Pah. Inquisitors... they placed their faith in a higher power, then had the naivete to proclaim that their god would serve their cause, and no other. Mercy, retribution... she knew that these were but two faces of the same coin. The spirits of the wild believed in neither, but most of the sicknesses these days were hardly the work of nature. In its foolishness, the human army had sought to combat its adversaries with countless poisons, as a last defense against the initial demonic foray... As a result, even now, unwitting civilians, human and others alike, suffered from strange, persistent diseases, or debilitating genetic mutations.... She shuddered to think what her life might have been like, as one of these refugees. In her younger days, the pack had protected her, in spite of her weakness, recognizing the value of her gift to the family as a whole. Would these humans have done the same? Gingerly, she walked over to the stricken man, her hand resting gently on his forehead. "Try to relax," she murmured. She could tell in an instant that the man was feverish, his body taxed by a strange, unnatural plague. Chemical exposure, an exotic virus, radiation sickness... any of these things were possible in this nightmare world. Her gifts could erase the ravages of illness, but it still took time for those as ill as this one to recover. For an instant, she felt the progression of the agent, a foul chemical in the air that irritated the lungs. Then, her "patient" closed his eyes, no doubt overtaken by weariness. Perhaps, given time, she could track the source of this plague, ensuring that the poison did not contaminate the entire city. She doubted it. After all, she was one person, and maintaining the condition of the small portion of the park that she called home was taxing enough... Like it or not, her talents had limits. |
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"Through literacy you can begin to see the universe. Through music you can reach anybody. Between the two there is you, unstoppable." -Grace Slick I enjoy being flowery as much as the next guy! Err... tree.Yes, I went there. I came back, too, in time for tea... what? That was your cucumber sandwich? Well, it's mine now. :P | |
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| Treefrog700 | 17 May 2009, 05:44 Post #5 |
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The coughing man had stopped. Selina curiously shifted through the gray curtains. Her blood surged with every step she took, although it was too weak a vibe for it to be the work of a vampire or demon. She stopped, there was a woman there. Had she been here before? Selina could not tell, but she knew that she was the one that she was sensing. She thought to draw, but something stopped her. After all, this was a neutral zone, and she would be the last one to violate such a strange code. 'I-is she a...one of the lycan? Selina thought, studying the woman. 'Had she helped this man? What was her purpose?' She took a step back, not out of fear, but out of confusion. She could not get herself to trust those who had brought ruin to her family. There might be some good, certainly, Selina couldn't cast herself into the depths of bigotry, but... She continued to back away in till there were man dark blankets between her and the werewolf. She did not want to confront her. She did not have anything nice to say, and yet she couldn't get herself to say anything at all. Waylaid by emotions, she found herself screaming inside of her mind. 'Why do they have to be good? Why can't they all just be evil! WHY?' |
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| Tree | 17 May 2009, 06:00 Post #6 |
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Diana smiled to herself. Someone was watching her. Someone always did... occasionally, it was one of the faith-blind soldiers, the ones who struck at her with weapons they did not truly understand in... That was not the case this day, though. Had she sensed the stink of one of the faith-blind, she would not have dared enter this compound... after all, the poisons were everywhere, not limited to any one place. She walked away from her patient, and, leaning on her staff heavily, moved closer to her silent observer. She did not trust her failing eyesight; rather, she forced herself to create a picture of the stranger through her other senses. "Ah, forgive me," she remarked, dryly. "That man was a demon in disguise, yes? Surely, he is a threat to the world as we know it!" |
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"Through literacy you can begin to see the universe. Through music you can reach anybody. Between the two there is you, unstoppable." -Grace Slick I enjoy being flowery as much as the next guy! Err... tree.Yes, I went there. I came back, too, in time for tea... what? That was your cucumber sandwich? Well, it's mine now. :P | |
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| Lord Synical | 17 May 2009, 11:52 Post #7 |
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The first impression to Inquisitor Annexious Lightbringer, Ghost of Rome, Child of the Holy Father, Servant of the Lord and purifier of the damned was the stench of Lycan. His nose wrinkled involuntarily, though he would have reacted the same to anyone of his own race. Reaching up to unclasp the lock on his bastard sword and allow for ease of drawing, the Inquisitor placed his feet carefully upon the weathered stone steps, scarlet eyes raised above him, the silver cross around his neck shining in the darkness. 'Easy does it' was his thought as he proceeded, taking in his surroundings whilst still focusing on the path ahead - a gift from his curse. Reaching the top of the stairs, he inhaled the scent of Lycan and Humans. Concern flickered in his eyes for a moment before it was gone, repalced with cold determination. Stepping into the room, he searched for possible threats, but only saw what appeared to be sick men and women in beds, with the Lycan stench in the midst of them. Clearing his throat to announce his presence, he declared himself in a manner befitting an Inquisitor: His voice soft, but hinting at a barely suppressed cold determination. "In the name of the holy father John-Paul III, protector of Humanity and blessed of the lord god I demand your presence to be shown and noted, Lycanthrope. The holy warriors of the lord god do not ask twice." |
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| The Meek | 17 May 2009, 14:51 Post #8 |
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A timid figure was moving cautiously through the darkest parts of downtown. In one hand holding a great black suitcase, in the other, herself. Compared to this area deprived of any emotions at all, was she a bright flicker of light. Her clothes were made of fabric not available around here, having such a deep shade of crimson, that it was obvious she had arrived from far, far away. She wasn't confident, she wasn't armed, she was noticeable, she was an easy pray. Lost. Carmine was looking down like child who had just failed a test. Why in gods name was this place so dark? She hadn't seen anyone at all for the last twenty minutes, and even before that, all the people seemed to evade her. She knew that this city was one of the worst ones in America, but she didn't expect it to be so - haunting. Such a shame. Just before entering the city, she saw some humans - probably escaping - and she approached them asking for directions. They seemed like really good people, afraid at first, but kind when they realized she was 'human'. Everything would be perfect, if one of them wouldn't have that wound... the smell, no, the stench of the blood filled her consciousness immediately, she could only focus on the bright red that filled her sight, and their bodies were torn apart in a matter of seconds. Before she knew it, had she absorbed everything that remained of of them, everything. Disgusting. Their blood was disgusting. She could still taste it in her mouth. It was no better than drinking dirt, as they probably hadn't eaten for days and not washed in months. And she wasn't even thirsty! Why did it happen? It wasn't out of thirst that she ate them, no, out of desire. Carmine released a small cry of desperation. Her urge for blood has been acting up more often lately, it is just a matter of time before she'll lose herself. Drowned in those thought's she kept on moving forward, in the direction that the humans managed to show her, before she murdered them. Fufufu, well at least I won't need blood for a while, and meeting humans should be safe! She had to stay positive, she felt like she was the only 'happy' thing in this whole soiled area. Keeping her spirit high was her main concern. And so did she walk, not knowing of the danger lurking about, although she appeared to humans as human and to vampires as a vampire - she was nothing to Lycans and demons but a small delicious snack. The woman was sent by the Magician Association, and her first mission in this place was to get in touch with the local Church. The Association and Vatican aren't particularly best friends, but certainly not enemies. They have used each other for their own goals, fought and allied frequently, resulting in a rather complicated relationship, mainly powered by trade. That is in Asia. Her eyes almost began to shine from happiness when she finally reached her destination. To her was the old human base a beautiful castle, one that would finally safe her from roaming aimlessly through these oh so depressing streets. With a little luck would she find a representative of the church easily, and with a some more, food. She began humming under her nose and, in an almost jumping manner, she neared the entrance. Fully focused on the various dishes that she could enjoy in but a few minutes, was she oblivious of the danger that a face-to-face meeting with anyone here would mean. It is true that only twice before in her whole life had someone from the church discovered that she was partially vampire, and only once had she to dismember him to make him realize she was not his enemy; but you can't be sure of anything. After all, had Carmine no knowledge about the war and discrimination going on between the humans and the vampires. She didn't notice that there was someone else in this area, with a very dangerous presence... omg other player |
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I am the man of my house Chips in my body and beer is my blood I have left this couch less than 3 times Unaware of nagging Nor aware of the doorbell Withstood pain to get you this damn house Yet these hands will never wash the dishes So as I pra- bitch, what are you still doing here? Go make me a sandwich. | |
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| TheZamboniKnight | 17 May 2009, 15:12 Post #9 |
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Veronica followed her furry companion through quiet sidestreets and alleys. She had never come this way before because of her avoidence of downtown. She could still hear the noise of the main streets, muffled by buildings and distance. After a short while she gained another companion. It was a dog but much smaller than the hound, smaller than most of the animals that survived around the city. It had short, light fur and an awkward gait. Veronica had never seen such a small dog before so she stopped and crouched down, holding out her hand. Wagging its tale the creature came forward to sniff and she realized it was a puppy, a boy. The hound sniffed it roughly before standing back. He obviously didn't think much of him. "What are you doing away from your mama?" Veronica asked the pup, picking him up to examine him. He was skinny, and one of his paws looked like it had been recently injured, but otherwise he seemed to be in good shape. He wriggled in her grip, giving her a doggy grin. "Poor thing," Veronica muttered, taking that to mean he had lost his mother. She set him down to dig in her pockets for the scraps she kept there and fed him a few small pieces. His tail wagged with more enthusiasm, so much that his whole body shook. "Are you going to come with me or are you going to stay here?" She asked him as he licked her fingers clean. The pup barked once and sniffed at her pockets for more. Veronica already had the hound sharing her small space full-time, but if the animal was going to come with it was going to come with. Shaking her head she scooped him up again and gave him more to eat. She looked around at her surroundings, observing a woman not far away by the entrance of a building. She blinked. How long had it been since she'd seen someone wear colored clothing? She couldn't remember. Veronica wanted to ask the woman what she was doing wearing such a beacon, even if downtown was supposed to be a neutral area, but the hound at her side had begun to growl loudly. She sighed and hugged the puppy closer. The warning growl as all well and good, but it was a sound most people noticed. She would have the chance to ask about the woman's strange clothing choice, at least. In for a penny, in for a pound. "Sh!" She whispered sharply at the hound, stepping a bit closer to the woman. She looked human to Veronica but there must be something about her that made the hound growl so she kept her distance as she said apologetically, "Don't mind him. He's getting a little paranoid as he gets older. Um, may I ask..." She paused, wanting to find a polite way to ask her question before continuing. "Where did you find those clothes?" Edited by TheZamboniKnight, 17 May 2009, 15:28.
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| The Meek | 17 May 2009, 15:49 Post #10 |
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Several angered barks woke Carmine up from her delicious dream. She dropped her black suitcase out of surprise, but before it hit the ground she clumsily managed to catch it while trying to turn around. Her face didn't show fear nor surprise, rather did the the way she looked resemble the way child would look, after being caught red handed stealing candy. Nice looking normal human woman shushed the dog and neared her with an apologizing voice. Confused and surprised Carmine quickly bowed unconsciously, a thing that she picked up while traveling in the far east, and answered with a little tremble in her voice. - "Oh no, don't worry about it, it's my-" She wanted to say "it's my fault" out of default, but realized that this time, it wasn't her fault. Luckily the woman continued to talk with a question about her fashion style, avoiding a very creepy silent pause. She was caught off guard by the question. She was caught off guard by the woman. Well, it's only natural to expect some kind of demon in such dark alleys, right? This woman was not only looking like a kind person, she was also with a dog and a very cute pup. Completely misinterpreting the reason why the question was asked, Carmine thought that it was a compliment and that the woman wondered where she could buy the same sort of clothes. - "Ahah~, these... you won't find anywhere near New York I'm afraid. The import has stopped since all kinds of dangerous stuff started happening. To get them you need to go to the real thing, India itself." |
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I am the man of my house Chips in my body and beer is my blood I have left this couch less than 3 times Unaware of nagging Nor aware of the doorbell Withstood pain to get you this damn house Yet these hands will never wash the dishes So as I pra- bitch, what are you still doing here? Go make me a sandwich. | |
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| tyrade | 17 May 2009, 16:15 Post #11 |
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Rez and Avalon were nearly home after a night of fun. They weren't worn out, but they were somewhat slap happy. They knew they were fairly safe in this area, and most of the humans knew them as protectors. They spotted the human from before, now accompanied by a younger dog. She was talking to what apeared to be another human, but there was somethign odd about her, a strong scent of human blood that was not her own. Had she been in a fight recently? Those damn raiders, killing their own kind for money. He had unfortuanlty had to kill many of them, however he had grown used to it, and he and Avalon went looking for them when their lycan crave for hum,ans began to get unbearable. They refused to eat innocents, but those that kill their own kind for joy were fair game. He hated the taste of human flesh but his kind had an instict to crave it. "Good evening ma'am." he said to the human, "I'm happy to see you made it to safety without our aid. how was your trip?" Avalon had begun talking to the other human in crimson, "oh i love your outfit! where did you get it? Red is my favorite color." Even as a lycan her female featured shined through. |
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| TheZamboniKnight | 17 May 2009, 16:21 Post #12 |
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"India? Wow," Veronica said. She studied the woman more closely and realized she did look like a foreigner, not to mention the accent. New Yorkers had varied accents though, most of them, even if they never left the city. Being from a different country Veronica figured the woman wouldn't know much about the city or it's dress code, as it were. "It's beautiful, but- don't take this the wrong way, but it might draw unwanted attention," she said as the hound came to sit down next to her. He pressed up against her side, staring at the woman intently. The pup, for his part, had gone to sleep. "Downtown is safer than most places but you should still be careful." Well this woman wasn't creepy and smelly like the last stranger who had approached her, and she seemed perfectly pleasent. Maybe she wouldn't regret this night after all. When the lycans from earlier appeared Veronica shifted the puppy in her arms and said, "It was fine. Thank you." She smiled smally at him, noticing his friend commenting on the woman's outfit. The smile broadened for a moment for disappearing again. Edited by TheZamboniKnight, 17 May 2009, 16:23.
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I love life But life has a boyfriend READ. COMMENT. OH HAI LOOKIT THAT! Bless my soul I'm out to destroy them | |
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| tyrade | 17 May 2009, 16:33 Post #13 |
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"Just remember," Rez explained," if we are in town and you need an escort, let us know. Most of the humans in the area know us pretty well and can point you in our direction. we live in this complex so its where we usually are." Rez practically saw it as his duty to protect humans, even though some of them scorned him. if it weren't for his regenerative ability he would have many scars from those damn religous whack jobs that keep attacking him even when escorting a human. He typically tried to simply wound them into surrendurring, he never bites because he would rather not put his fater on more people. |
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| The Meek | 17 May 2009, 16:46 Post #14 |
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Carmine laughed uncomfortably and bowed lightly once more. "Thank you very much, eh..." She didn't know the name of the woman, but before she could ask did the smell of animals near them, and their discussion got interrupted by more human looking visitors. Her eyes narrowed. She had unpleasant experiences with Lycans. They have an incredibly strong senses, something to watch out for. She did her best to cover this up with a fake smile. "I-" Carmine remembered the warning she just received, "- made it myself, thank you." She quickly turned her face towards Veronica with a proud smile, Carmine never really had to hide her identity so this was an exiting first time. But her tone was different when talking towards the Lycans, it became colder around them. But the noises the small pup made woke Carmine up. The cold breeze disappeared. "Ah~... it's getting cold doesn't it? Maybe we should go inside?" All of the tension towards the Lycans was forgotten as soon as the images of hot food entered her mind. |
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I am the man of my house Chips in my body and beer is my blood I have left this couch less than 3 times Unaware of nagging Nor aware of the doorbell Withstood pain to get you this damn house Yet these hands will never wash the dishes So as I pra- bitch, what are you still doing here? Go make me a sandwich. | |
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| tyrade | 17 May 2009, 16:50 Post #15 |
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Rez smiled, "yes lets, I happened upon a lost herd of cattle yesterday and have quite a supply of steak buried underground. the humans know of it, and are free to help themselves. The cold ground keeps it fresh. I am not sure if you are a vegetarian but as lycans we have to have something to substitute eating humans, the only humans we eat are raiders. I am not the best cook in the world but i'll do my best." "Yeah i've always been a better cook." Avalon quipped, nudging him playfully. He laughed and put his arm around her, pulling her close to him as they walked inside. |
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| Treefrog700 | 17 May 2009, 16:56 Post #16 |
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Selina remained silent. She did not understand the purpose of the lycan being here, and she didn't care. No, she did care, she wanted her to leave. There could be no kindness in them. Yet her eyes would easily betray her in this case, but to speak her mind was a trap, and she would never forgive herself if she let her guard down. She did not respond to the stranger's words. Instead she slowly reached down to the holster on her right hand side. 'No...the rule! The stupid rule!' she screamed to herself. The a different voice broke out. The sound of an inquisitor as he announced himself. She gasped, but only backed away, crouching down near her bed. She would let him handle this lycan...it was better that way. She didn't want anything to do with her. 'Its because I think she isn't bad that I am so riled. Just relax...and wait...' |
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| tyrade | 17 May 2009, 17:07 Post #17 |
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(ooc, considering this is a hate of lycans moment, i can't really wait for another to post) " So just because she is a lycan or some other being other than human she is to be a target? Do not forget it has been a pair of lycans keeping this place safe for quite some time, she is probably lost and seeking shelter." Rez said from behind this over exited soldier. These were the types that sometimes made him wonder what the point of fighting for these mortal creatures was, they still hated him anyway. But the broken and defensless that gazed at them with such apreciation after being saved from a would be killer made him stay. There were still humans that needed him and Avalon and he intended to not abandon them. |
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| Treefrog700 | 17 May 2009, 17:10 Post #18 |
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(It would be impossible for you to come behind Selina without her sensing you) |
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| tyrade | 17 May 2009, 17:24 Post #19 |
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(i wasn't coming up behind her, they were coming inside and overheard the conversation, my character takes it very personally to be steryotyped) |
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| Treefrog700 | 17 May 2009, 17:54 Post #20 |
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Selina gathered herself at last. Irritated, she slowly began to walk towards the stairs leading down to the street. 'So much for a refuge! All unwanted beasts... they can do what they want, but I wont have any part of it... she thought to herself. As she walked down the stairs she only looked back once. 'Its not just the lycans I despise...demons...and vampires, I hate them all. Over my dead body will I let them into my heart...as good. This is a war, a war between the different races. I intend to destroy all of my enemies. Those who have good intentions, are best to just stay out of my way!' Her thoughts were furious, but mostly self-contained. It was stuffy in the complex, and full of sickness. She stopped as she reached the bottom floor, where she found a cool place to sit and relax. The streets and clubs were even worse off. There was no place to go, to escape them, and outside of downtown... she hated them so much, but she also was cautious. She wasn't willing to let them take her life away. "I wish I wasn't born here...anywhere seems better than this place..." |
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| Tree | 17 May 2009, 17:57 Post #21 |
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Diana sighed to herself. Leave it to the faith-blind and some hotheaded young pup to get her in trouble. She found herself mentally assessing the situation, recalling everything she could about this particular compound from memory. The lone staircase meant that running was hardly an option. She fought to remain calm, even as the Inquisitor's voice, his very presence, made her blood run cold. Interestingly enough, she recognized the smell of a bloodsucker, coming from the same direction as the voice. Well, that's interesting. I wonder... when did the Vatican start their equal-opportunity policy? "You would murder a blind, crippled woman for the sake of your faith?" she questioned coolly, leaning heavily on her staff as she rose. Let him think she needed the weapon for support- in reality, she was preparing to defend herself against an attack, hoping fervently that no one was planning to shoot her. She may have disliked firearms, but only a fool did not respect such weapons. "I thought the Church had higher standards." |
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| tyrade | 17 May 2009, 18:05 Post #22 |
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Rez was a bit taken back by this womans cockyness. She was blind, seemingly frail, and yet was insulting a built vampire soldier, an inquisetor no less. He watched the girl walk past him with a look of hatred he could feel even on his back. Humans like her disturbed him. He was human once too, and intended to make sure she stayed one. However it seems he may have to fight a holy vampire, one who is sided with the humans no less. He decided to try to neutralize the situation. "Look, i know our kind doesn't get along, but we are all fighting for the humans here. I would prefer we keep fighting those of our kind who wish to harm them. I am sure we were all human once, we at least have that to keep us together." |
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It seems every serial killer is someone you least expect, meaning we are safest around those we expect to kill us | |
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| Tree | 17 May 2009, 18:29 Post #23 |
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"If I were you, I wouldn't presume to speak of things I knew nothing about," Diana shot back, her eyes still on the inquisitor. If she focused enough, she could see a vague spot, a change in color... that had to be him. Had she possessed the ability to speak while shifted, she would have done so, but she doubted that she could get at the Inquisitor before he shot her with some sort of ammunition that would severely limit her own chances of survival. She couldn't afford to take that risk... if she were to fall, the Garden and its spirits would be without a champion, and would no doubt fall victim to the same demonic corruption that this Inquisitor fought. How ironic. |
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"Through literacy you can begin to see the universe. Through music you can reach anybody. Between the two there is you, unstoppable." -Grace Slick I enjoy being flowery as much as the next guy! Err... tree.Yes, I went there. I came back, too, in time for tea... what? That was your cucumber sandwich? Well, it's mine now. :P | |
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| Will | 17 May 2009, 21:03 Post #24 |
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As Neil speeds away toward the dock on the motorcycle, he stops along the way near an odd apartment. By all means it should have been abandoned, but there were voices inside. And by the things they were saying, he figured there were multiple races inside. After hiding his motorcycle nearby, he slips through a hole in the building, Uzi in hand, and proceeded to explore the complex. It was wise to be careful, as there could be enemies around. |
Of Lead and Liquor- Join! There are only two kinds of people: Those who share my beliefs and opinions, and those who are dead. | |
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| The Meek | 17 May 2009, 21:16 Post #25 |
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A PDA in Neils pocket goes off. It contains the following message: "Neil, we've got a new mission for you. Our sources have informed us of there being an important target in your area. She is known as the Vermilion Carmine Princess, and has been traveling for quite some time through America. Although she does not seem to have any particular power, has she, according to the information we have, made waste to quite a few organizations in other cities. If you manage to murder her you'll receive a category A reward, and if you capture her a category S. Pictures are included with this message. Do not hurry, be effective." A small icon finished the message, the icon that Neil knew. A rather rich Demon was giving him selfish assignments from time to time. [Mission to kill Carmine is given to Neil] |
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I am the man of my house Chips in my body and beer is my blood I have left this couch less than 3 times Unaware of nagging Nor aware of the doorbell Withstood pain to get you this damn house Yet these hands will never wash the dishes So as I pra- bitch, what are you still doing here? Go make me a sandwich. | |
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