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| Topic Started: Sep 27 2008, 01:07 AM (167 Views) | |
| Doyle Fallon | Sep 27 2008, 01:07 AM Post #1 |
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A new place, that's what he needed to help make sense of the chaos that started around him, a new city to wander around in, but the problem with having a reputation was that sometimes it traveled faster than any being could. It wasn't a smart move to just wonder in Titan's main area, especially when Doyle killed a few of the empire's demons that were supposedly sent to gain information on him because none of the programs that they had were giving them the answers they wanted. That enough made the ginger haired stranger smirk on his calloused face. Call it his curiosity or the fact that he thought dealing with demons was a lot easier to deal with than humans who wanted to kill you or take you in somewhere to get some sort of prize for him. Strolling down the dark cold streets into town with his big black boots climbing over broken earth and street, Doyle Fallon could see how far this world had fallen and was continuing to fall. It was almost hard to think about, but there wasn't much you could do about it now, except just push on. Feeling the weight of Roux, his pet marten, wrapped around his neck and his head resting on his shoulder, Doyle pushed on down one of the roads into town. Demon infested town, god what the hell was he thinking. Doyle heard Roux rise his head and made sort of a growling sound in agreement, in which he just nodded, "Yea I know... bloody stupid idea... but it was this or dealing with the countless number of attacks from idiot humans...." Roux let out a softer purring like sound and placed his head back down on his shoulder again. Doyle pulled his hands in front of him and gave a soft breath into his palms, sparking a slight flame, heat before rubbing them together for warmth. Edited by Doyle Fallon, Sep 27 2008, 01:09 AM.
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| Tracy | Sep 27 2008, 01:24 AM Post #2 |
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Tracy walked down the streets bundled up in his old army jacket as he looked around some of the more unusual hiding places. He was in search for a set of fugitives Titan wanted killed and so far he was having little luck. Being the last one to show up had gotten him stuck looking for them in the colder parts of the country which turned out to also be the more unpopulated places which helped make the job a little easier with the lack of humans around. He had parked his military truck at the edge of town due to how bad some of the streets are littered with debris in this part of the country. He wasn't happy one bit, he cursed the cold with every step he took and wished he was back at home in Paris where he could be relaxing with a glass of warm brandy. He turned the corner and quickly took a step back and pressed against the wall when he caught a glimpse of someone else on the abandoned streets. |
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| Doyle Fallon | Sep 27 2008, 01:38 AM Post #3 |
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After walking in a little ways into the town, Doyle stopped walking and took a good look around. He couldn't see anyone around at all. It was too quiet for anyone to be around or even alive. The firebreather let out a small sigh, one of his hands raised up and gently stroked Roux's slick fur a couple times before he started to walk again, his eyes scanning everything around him. There had to be something there, anything here. It looked like some demons had come and took what they wanted and then left the area in ruins. He hadn't planned on stopping if there wasn't anyone here, just passing right through right to the next town, but he was starting to get a little tired and wouldn't mind resting a few hours before he kept going. Walking up to towards a corner to a building, Roux suddenly sprang to life on Doyle's shoulders, standing up, but still wrapped around his neck, he hissed, showing his needle like teeth in a threatening fashion and couldn't stop until Doyle did. Doyle immediately figured out that Roux had smelt something bad around or near the corner. He slowly shrugged his shoulder that Roux was leaning on, clicking his tongue a couple times and Roux quickly uncurled himself from his neck and slipped into the open backpack on his back. Doyle's light-fingered hands slowly reached into his trench coat as he pulled it back with the other hand, slowly walking towards the corner. |
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| Tracy | Sep 28 2008, 08:45 PM Post #4 |
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Tracy slowly reached for his pistol as quietly as he could after spotting the man in the streets. These days only two kind of people wondered these dangerous areas. One type are the kind who lost it and felt like they couldn't return to civilization, the other are the malcontents who have it out for demons and the government. Both groups are considered hostile and being part of the later group he prepared for the worse. He listened for a moment and was now confident there was only one person. So, with his gun ready and the man coming closer he figured now was the time to make his move. He stepped out gun first and aimed it right at the man. "Put your hands up." he ordered the man keeping the gun pointed at him. |
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| Doyle Fallon | Sep 28 2008, 09:03 PM Post #5 |
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Completely freezing in place after spotting the man leap out from behind the corner with the gun pointed at him, Doyle looked around for a minute with his hand still inside his trench coat. He could feel the cold steel of one of his blades so close to fingers, all he had to do was stretch his hand a little further and snatch it from it's place. But after a slight look over from the man, the fireblower slowly pulled out his hand from inside his trench coat, bladeless and rose both his hands up slightly in front of him, close to his head. He smirked, "Take it easy, mate..." He let out a nervous chuckle, "didn't think anyone would be all the way here... what the bloody hell ya doin' out here by yourself?" He asked curiously. He knew odds are the man wouldn't tell him, but in his experience it was always good to keep a man with a gun talking or at least talk to him. He felt his tame black and white marten climb up from inside the open backpack and perch on his shoulder, over looking the man with the gun, hissing and growling with his little needle like teeth, wrapping around Doyle's neck like a scarf. Doyle shrugged his shoulders a couple times to get him to go back inside, but Roux wasn't budging. "Roux..." he snapped quietly, but he wasn't listening and was more focused on this hostile activity against his master. |
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| Tracy | Sep 28 2008, 09:18 PM Post #6 |
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Tracy kept his gun pointed at the man and replied, "I'm on official business from Titan. I'm looking for a fugitive of the law." Walking further out into the open almost circling Doyle he commented. "I didn't think I'd run into anyone either especially since these areas are full of demons and people who oppose Titan. So I guess I'll either have to take you in. Or kill you and avoid a whole lot of work...", he grinned as he finished his sentence. |
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| Doyle Fallon | Sep 28 2008, 09:33 PM Post #7 |
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Doyle's smirk slowly disappeared when he heard the word Titan. That's fantastic, that bugger's got a long bloody reach he though sarcastically in his head, slowly watching him almost circle around him in the open. With one more shrug of his shoulder, Roux finally gave up after a couple more hisses and disappeared back into his backpack again, his fluffy tale whipping past his neck on his dive into the pack. Slowly moving his hands closer to his face, but keeping them up, Doyle listened carefully to the 'bounty hunter' and seeing his smile after finishing his sentence about killing him to avoid a bunch of work. More than you'd think, mate. Not exactly wanting to test how cold-blooded this guy was, Doyle watched carefully and planned out his next set of moves. He didn't want to chance it to see whether he was joking about killing him or bringing him in. Either one, the firebreather didn't want. "'Fraid neither's gonna happen, mate," he said with a smirk before yanking one of his hands in front of his mouth and giving a big deep breath, blowing a huge cloud of fire towards him while reaching into his trenchcoat with his other and snatched out a blade, tossing in the gun's direction before making a run for it around the corner to the building. |
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| Tracy | Sep 28 2008, 09:59 PM Post #8 |
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Tracy raised his hand to shield his face as the fireball came at him. That was soon fallowed by the blade which sank into his hand forcing him to drop his gun. "Goddamn half demons," he muttered as he pulled the blade out of his hand and picked up his gun shortly after his wound healed. He then started to fallow the foot prints in the snow, "Oh now you done it," he called out in Doyle's general direction. "If I let you go now, Pride and the others will never let me live it down.", he started firing his pistol at the corner to take out some of his frustration while still walking at a casual pace behind him. |
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| Doyle Fallon | Sep 28 2008, 10:09 PM Post #9 |
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"Sounds like quite the predicament!" Was yelled dryly from behind the corner, "But 'fraid you're gettin' more than you ask for with me, mate!" Doyle had positioned himself with his side pressed up against the wall a little away from the corner, not being able to press his back up because of his backpack with Roux inside. He had one hand stuck inside his trenchcoat and the other lying on top of his chest, just below his neck, his eyes glued on the corner. He heard the cracking of the snow as a foot pressed into it, walking in his direction. He waited a moment or two before leapping out from the corner, yanking out two blades in it hand and tossing them right at his neck, while blowing out another wave of fire in his direction before leapping back behind the corner. |
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| Tracy | Sep 28 2008, 10:54 PM Post #10 |
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Both blades made it into Tracy's neck, while either of them normally would have been able to kill the average man or demon for that matter it wouldn't work on a Sin like him. He yanked out both blades with no regard of causing extra damage or getting blood all over his coat. His clothes were now singed and bloody but there was little to stop Tracy. "It's gonna take a whole lot more then that to get rid of me..." He spit out some of the blood left in his mouth from the wound which was now healed up like nothing happened. He was grinning and made one last offer, "Normally some of my friends would be more then happy to kill a man like yourself. But I'm feeling generous. One last chance to turn yourself in. You should take it cause frankly you don't have a chance in hell against the likes of me." |
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