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| Topic Started: Mar 14 2009, 10:56 AM (149 Views) | |
| Deleted User | Mar 14 2009, 10:56 AM Post #1 |
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Only a few days in Paris and Mabel felt she was adjusting well to her new surroundings. Of course the wereleopard made it a living to adapt to wherever she was. If one thing was for certain she would not be in MI-6 if she could not take on new identities on a whim or convince a person that she was someone else. However the current 'identity' that she was to take was a little truer to herself than those in the past. After an extended stint in America, she was back in Europe and with instructions to investigate one Elle Iveriot. France or no, the current President's actions had the potential to have a long lasting affect on the rest of Europe or even the world. In the interest of her allies, Britain had taken it upon herself to attempt to put a stop to Iveriot and her radicals. Of course they had not taken a real interest until now when regular citizens were being dragged into the middle and forced to be tagged. Nonetheless, Mabel's task was to present herself to the local Pard and be accepted. From there she would network through the preternatural community to find out all that she possibly could about Iveriot. As well as to confirm or debunk the rumours of a resistance group that had been established. A resistance could be extremely useful after all, regardless if MI-6 approved of it or not. The woman had the entire car trip to muse on the subject and her mission while the taxi lead her out to where the Pard house was. In fact she had spent the past day just to locate where was. Thankfully the ride out to the home was not nearly as long as the taxi finally came to a stop at the end of a winding road. "No need to wait for me. Merci." She murmured to the driver while handing a few Euros over to the man before she stepped out. Casual was the focus of her attire as the leopard had come dressed in a simple black, v-neck top that was sleeveless and a pair of khaki dress pants. The top itself was covered by a light jacket that served to conceal the gun in the inner pocket. On a mission or not, Mabel rarely went anywhere without some sort of weapon. The leopard had learned, though the hard way, to not be too trusting. Scaling the porch steps, she stopped to ring the doorbell. Even as the door started to open, she set right in to the bubbly persona that would be her cover, "G'afternoon, my name is Julianne--" |
 
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| Aidan Fanel | Mar 14 2009, 02:16 PM Post #2 |
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Aidan had spent a fairly significant portion of one of his nest eggs to purchase a ‘home’, if you could call the three story building a home, to relocate the safe house for the Pard. He had finally gone to the old safe house, only to find the majority of the Leopards gone or missing, and only a handful left. None of them were much of a leader either it had appeared. All of those factors, mixed in with his own personal reasons for getting involved with the local leopards beyond a formal greeting, and he found himself quickly in the position of Nimir-raj. He had made sure to let the Pard know they were welcome here any time they wished, but had cautioned them on using their previous safe haven. Aidan was ninety-nine percent sure that the previous safe house had been compromised and was known by the government. He would not let them fall that easily into the hands of the ‘enemy’. And so it was without much ado that Aidan found himself lounging about in the house, sitting at the kitchen table reading the paper while enjoying a cup of coffee when the doorbell rang. Setting the paper down on the table, Aidan rose easily to his bare feet and moved smoothly to the front door, coffee still in hand. Aidan’s lips twitched in a slight smile; only one ring. Someone could be patient it seemed. Opening the door, Aidan stood there casually as the door swung open. ”G’afternoon, my name is Julianne—“ The sip of coffee Aidan was in the middle of taking was spit back out as the door opened enough for the familiar voice to link with an equally familiar face. Did she know he was here? What was she doing here of all places? Aidan leaned casually against the door frame, coffee in his left hand held about chest level. His right arm appeared to dangle against his side and then his hand was slightly behind his back, the silver and black grip of the Sig P220 lightly touching his palm out of sight. “That would work on just about any other person in the world. But I think you have the wrong address Mabel.” Everything about him seemed casual at the moment; relaxed posture, easy going tone of voice, the casual way he took in the woman that he hadn’t seen for near on ten years. She hadn’t changed much, appearance wise. At least for the moment, though he knew she could have radically differences in her appearance when the situation called for it. “What can I do for you?” |
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| Deleted User | Mar 14 2009, 03:16 PM Post #3 |
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Before Mabel could finish introducing herself, her breath caught in her throat and her mind drew a complete blank on the fake name that she had set up for herself. Of all the people in the world, the last one she ever would have expected to answer the door right at that moment would be Aidan Fanel. Memories that had been partially buried or in the back of her mind for the past ten years came surging back and there was only one reaction. The Walther P99 was in her hand within seconds and had pivoted back on one foot to give her some distance between herself and the man. Aimed directly at his head, the bubbly expression and personality had drained completely from the woman. All that was left was her cold gaze as she regarded Aidan over the barrel of the gun. Her heart rate had sped up and as a result her beast had naturally awakened under the surface. “That would work on just about any other person in the world. But I think you have the wrong address Mabel.” He was calm and casual. The son of a bitch. Had he forgotten? Or did he just not care? “What can I do for you?” He didn't care. "What the fuck are you doing here Aidan?" She snapped back, keeping the gun steady, "I should shoot you for what you did." In fact that sounded like a good idea as she cocked the hammer back to load the chamber. |
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| Aidan Fanel | Mar 15 2009, 03:28 PM Post #4 |
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Aidan took another drink of his coffee before pushing off of the door frame and setting the mug on a table just inside the door. His eyes never left Mabel’s face however, green eyes twitching between her and the gun she now had pointing at him. His other hand wrapped smoothly around the pistol grip now, but he kept the gun tucked into his pants, his hand remaining behind his back. ”What the fuck are you doing here Aidan? I should shoot you for what you did.” What he did? What he did?! He had done nothing! The memory was quite clear in his head. He had been forced to watch as Mabel was lied to, and then infected with that bastard of a lycanthrope’s blood before being knocked unconscious. He had tried to stop it, tried to save her, but that hadn’t gone too well. That had ended with them both thankfully (by some at least) being rescued by MI-6. Aidan had been dumped off, warned to not contact Mabel. Only by luck had he been able to get in contact with Vincent, and himself be rescued a second time. As she cocked the hammer back on her gun, Aidan slammed the door on her, his own gun being pulled out of the back of his pants as he started walking away. “Go home Mabel, I hope maybe this time you’ll listen to me.” Aidan pulled the slide back on the P220, checking with a quick glance to verify the bullet was loaded in the barrel, then pulled the hammer back on his own gun. Somehow he didn’t think she’d just leave quietly. |
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| Deleted User | Mar 15 2009, 05:02 PM Post #5 |
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Mabel drew in deep breaths to try and calm her racing heart. In years past the sight of the man alone would have made her heart skip a beat. But that had been a different time and entirely different circumstances. Now her heart raced for another reason, thanks in part to the adrenaline and sheer surprise of seeing the man who had betrayed her ten years prior; and he had the audacity to greet her like some stranger. A bullet right between the eyes. That would show him. The woman could think of a multitude of satisfying ends for Mister Aidan Fanel. No doubt the Mustang that she had seen parked out front was his -- remembering his love of 'toys.' A pack of C-4 to the undercarriage would also be a satisfying end. Unfortunately she had not had the time to prepare. Mabel sure as hell had not expected this. Though in the same instant that the hammer was pulled back, the door was promptly shut in her face. How dare he?! From beyond the door she could hear him start to move away, sensitive ears tuned in as his voice began to recede, “Go home Mabel, I hope maybe this time you’ll listen to me.” "You son of a bitch." She snarled under her breath before her right foot was lifted and planted in the door. All of her strength placed right below the door knob to bust the frame and send it flying open. In ten years she had certainly found many practical uses for lycanthropic strength, "You are NOT getting away from me this time!" No sooner had the words came out of her mouth did the sound of gun going off fill her ears. Not stopping she stepped inside and quickly side stepped out of his direct path. She'd be a fool not to think he was armed. |
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| Aidan Fanel | Mar 16 2009, 12:35 PM Post #6 |
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”You son of a bitch.” Oh, here it goes. Groaning to himself, Aidan started to turn around to face the door. “Alright, I’ll…,” or not, as the door went flying open to slam into the wall. ”You are NOT getting away from me this time!” The shot echoed through the foyer, the sight and sound of the window in the great room exploding as the bullet ripped through it. With a muttered curse, Aidan watched as Mabel, quick as ever, darted into the dining room after taking her shot. “I dunno what you’re talking about Mabel. Get away from you?” Aidan’s first thought had been to run into the great room, though that was directly connected to the dining room, and Aidan immediately discarded that course of action. Aiming instead at the wall, Aidan lifted his own gun and took three shots that punched easily through the wall, around knee height. “Y’know, I think we should really talk this through.” Aidan moved slowly towards the dining room entry way that Mabel had taken. A quick glance in the doorway did not show the woman. Backing up, Aidan quickly turned around, sprinting up the stairs three at a time. Once atop the stairs Aidan moved down the short expanse, crouching behind the wall there and peering around, gun trained at the dining room entrance. |
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| Deleted User | Mar 17 2009, 10:46 AM Post #7 |
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As soon as Mabel had side-stepped, she found herself out of the foyer and now in what looked like the dining room. The house looked huge from the outside and she could certainly there that the same was confirmed on the inside as well. Regardless she did not have time or the care to gawk over the oversized home that Aidan had probably lied or stoled his way into getting. What mattered now was the potential fire fight on her hands. With her back pressed against the corner near the window, the leopard took a moment to catch her breath and calm her heart. How the hell had she not known that Aidan was in Paris? Not to mention why the hell was he at the supposed address of the Pard? “I dunno what you’re talking about Mabel. Get away from you?” "You know exactly what I'm talking about Aidan!" She shouted back while checking the magazine to verify how many bullets she had. Luckily it was nearly a full clip. Just as she popped it back into the gun to load it once more, she jerked at the sound and sight of bullets tearing through the far wall. At least she had not been standing there. Shortly after she glanced around the doorway to catch a glimpse of movement up the stairs. “Y’know, I think we should really talk this through.” Mabel rolled her eyes before she pushed herself off from the wall and headed past the bullet riddled wall and to the other exit out of the dining room. This time she did not offer him a response, instead moving through the short entry way and into the kitchen area. The house was vast to be sure and Mabel stopped for only a moment to get rid of her shoes and socks before she padding through the kitchen. Out of the corner or her eye she noticed the door that lead outside a deck and promptly changed directions to slip out once more. Mabel needed some way of getting up to the second floor without Aidan knowing. A smile played over her lips at the thought of putting a bullet in his back -- oh the irony. Tucking the gun in her pants, she jumped up onto one of the beams that held up the deck above the porch and started to climb. Thank goodness for lycanthropic strength as there was not much to grip, but at least it was a short climb until she hoisted herself up and over the rail to crouch down. There she held her breath and waited, straining to hear any movement from Aidan. |
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| Aidan Fanel | Mar 18 2009, 02:24 PM Post #8 |
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Aidan sat there for another minute, gun trained on the one dining room entrance he could see. He heard her move around a little and then everything went quiet. “Mabel?” Aidan stood up slowly, gun still trained on the doorway as he walked backwards towards the stairs. Crouching low, Aidan couldn’t see the woman anymore. With a frown, Aidan stood back up and hit the release on his weapon. Catching the clip in his free hand, Aidan then pulled the slide back, letting the loaded bullet pop out of the gun and onto the carpeted floor. Aidan tossed the clip in one direction, then the gun in another. No need to give her any further weapons than what she came with. Frowning a little, Aidan moved towards the stairs, stripping out of his clothing as he did. Dropping it in a pile at the top of the stairs, Aidan jumped off of the bridge landing. Halfway down the man was replaced by a large sleek snow leopard landing with muffled thuds onto the hardwood floor. Eyes blinking, Aidan prowled low to the floor, whiskers twitching as he tested the air. Cautiously, the big cat moved into the dining room. Ears twitching around like radar, he didn’t hear anything noteworthy so continued on until he found the pair of shoes and socks. Clever. It would seem Mabel had adapted quite well to her abilities. This would only make things more interesting he was sure. Aidan followed her scent all the way to the closed back door. Head peeking out the window, he didn’t see anything outside except for the usual, including the balcony. With a small growl, the leopard spun around, quickly making its way back to and up the stairs. Back up on the landing, Aidan then moved over to the Y in the hallway, then took the right path, spinning around and crouching low in anticipation. The only entrance that wasn’t a window was down the left side of the Y, and Aidan would be in prime pouncing position should she come down the hall. |
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| Deleted User | Mar 19 2009, 10:26 AM Post #9 |
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After a few moments of waiting, Mabel was met with only silence. She had to move quick to get the drop on Aidan, not sure as to how long the man would wait for her to emerge from the dining room. Perhaps just long enough for her to slip up from behind and plant a bullet in the back of his head. Or maybe his back just for the sheer irony of it. There was a certain satisfaction that she felt at the knowledge that she would finally kill the man who had betrayed her. Still crouched, she moved over to the door and pulled it open gently before she peered around the corner. The gun was back in Mabel's hands as it led the way past the doorframe and was directed down the hall. Still silence. The wereleopard rose and began to move down the hallway. Both hands gripped the gun and she held it in front of herself with the barrel pointed down as she started to move. Practically on tip toes her feet barely made any sound at all. Briefly she paused at the first door she came to, peering inside to verify Aidan was not there -- though she did not the game area and theater. The woman had to resist snorting, wondering how many people the man had stabbed in the back to afford this place. At the end of the hall and where it broke off into a Y she stopped to lean against the wall and peer around the corner. A smirk had spread over her face in this time but now, as she looked to the landing and staircase, the satisfied look faltered. Aidan was gone and all that left was his clothes... "What the..." |
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| Aidan Fanel | Mar 20 2009, 03:30 PM Post #10 |
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A feral kitty ‘smirk’ lifted the edges of the snow leopard’s mouth. He was as impressed as ever with Mabel’s resourcefulness, but slightly amused at the fact that she apparently was missing some of the facts this time around. The first was that she hadn’t known he was in Paris. The second was mildly disturbing that she didn’t seem to realize he was a wereleopard, same as she would seem to be. He wasn’t sure if they would have tried to counter her infection or not, but her appearance at the Pard house kind of confirmed that they hadn’t. Just what was she doing here in Paris anyway? It was obviously job related, the phony name she had tried to give him was proof enough, or at least he felt that way. If that were the case, then she must have had intentions to stay awhile, if she were going to introduce herself to the Pard the way she was about to. That mattered little at the moment however, and stayed a distant thought in the back of his mind. And then there she was, as sneaky and cunning as ever. She would even have got him had this been back before their parting incident. Why couldn’t she have just heeded his warning then, and left? Damn her devotion to her job. It ruined her life, and yet she was still apparently with them! That vexed Aidan more than anything. There was a canyon now, where before that night there had only been a little gap. Bunching up on his haunches, Aidan took aim at the dark haired woman. Then with a low snarling growl, sprung forward at her. He was moving more for a tackle; his deadly claws remaining sheathed underneath the thick fur of his overly large paws. If he were to connect, he would simply knock her down, legs straddling either side of her, his big kitty face inches from her own. On a miss, he would follow through with a leap over the balcony to the floor below. |
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| Deleted User | Mar 22 2009, 06:36 AM Post #11 |
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Where the hell was Aidan and why was his clothes laying in a pile on the floor? Mabel stared at the scene in front of her for a moment, completely surprised by it and there was no logical reason that she could come up with as to why he would have stripped. Had the man lost his mind in addition to being a backstabbing son of a bitch? It was beginning to look that way as she dared to take a few steps forward to the pile of discarded garments. A few steps was as far as she had made it before a low and animalistic snarl made her spin around. Just in time to see a blur of white and black. Instinctively Mabel raised her gun, or at least tried to. Only raised halfway, when she pulled the trigger the gun only fired uselessly with the bullet hitting the floor and then again toward the ceiling as she fell backwards. With a grunt, Mabel landed on her back while arms flung outward in a useless attempt to catch herself. The gun flew out of her hands as soon as her arm banged against the floor, sliding off the landing and down to the floor below. When Mabel opened her eyes, they were wide as they stared up at the large feline face that looked back at her. The heavy scent of leopard invaded her nostrils as she took in deep breaths thanks to the adrenaline rush that now burned through her veins. The smell was thicker now than the lingering scent that she had picked up throughout the house. Was this...? No... "... Aidan?" A growl rose in Mabel's throat, her beast coiling under the surface. The temptation to shift was there, but her current situation would not provide her much more of an advantage if she was shifted. Still, was this who she thought it was? Regardless, she was not going to remain in the vulnerable position that she was in. Mabel drew her legs up and under the feline as quickly as she could before kicking up and out to try and shove the animal away from her. If it suceeded she would scramble to her feet and move toward the staircase without turning her back. |
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| Aidan Fanel | Mar 23 2009, 01:34 PM Post #12 |
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"... Aidan?" The big leopard let out a little huff as she said his name, his face lowering so his nose touched hers. He felt her beast stir beneath the surface, the increase in the buzz of energy a dead giveaway. Though his head lifted back up when the growl left the woman's throat. He didn't figure she'd forgive him that easily. Ah well, couldn't win them...oh shit.... Mabel's legs curled up under his body, feet suddenly connecting hard with his chest. For a moment he thought that was all, and then he felt his feet lift off of the ground, and Mabel was no longer underneath him. He didn't go far, but far enough that Mabel was able to scramble up to her feet and head towards the stairs. His eyes shifted from the woman to the first floor where her gun had gone. Two quick strides and an easy leap over the wrought iron banister left Aidan landing on the floor before Mabel had the chance to finish the stairs. A large paw swiped the gun further away towards the back entrance before Aidan started moving towards the stairway, letting out a low growl. |
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| Deleted User | Apr 1 2009, 01:56 PM Post #13 |
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Jesus... Was the leopard really Aidan? With her back to the wall now, the woman watched cautiously at the beast when it recovered from her quick escape. It was impossible. There was no way that Aidan could have been infected as well. The son of a bitch had been the one to talk first, he had been the reason why she had been infected -- in order to save his own slimey ass. The memory of that incident made her fists tighten in anger while glaring at the feline. But before she could say or do anything else, the leopard had sprung down from the landing and to the first floor. Mabel pushed herself off of the wall in order to peer down and see her fun go sliding off toward the front door, "Damnit." She hissed under her breath before her eyes flickered to the leopard that was beginning to make its way back up the stairs toward her. A growl rolled from her own throat in response to the creature while her beast rolled up to the surface. This time Mabel did not hold it back but instead welcomed the change. In her ten years of being a lycanthrope, the woman had learned to bring the change on quickly and as painlessly as possible. She had learned no other control, this was it. For the sake of her job to shift seamlessly and back again if she needed to get out of a situation and such a time was now. White and black fur rolled over her body as she ran to the top step and, with outstretched arms, she leaped. When she landed, she was not only behind the other feline but Mabel was no longer human. A snow leopard just like her adversary, she lay crouched on thick paws with a long tail that swished from side to side. Some of her clothes remained partially on her body while the others had been shredded in the change. Not that it mattered. With a feral hiss, icy and predatory eyes glared at the male as she dared him to attack her now. |
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