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Post by Zarick Gunn on Sept 21, 2007 10:00:36 GMT -5
Zarick kept his hiding spot in the shadows while the two bantered. He watched Isabella most intently for she would be most likely to give him the answers he sought. There surely was something here that she was after, which only meant that he would have to get whatever it was first. The moment Isabella took her mist form Zarick's suspicions were confirmed, what she was after was damn important. Daniels then produced a rather interesting looking sword, it seemed to have a wooden tip.
After Daniels gave chase to Isabella, Zarick was about to pursue as well before the man told the werewolf to stand guard. Inwardly Zarick chuckled at the statement, the wolf was being nothing more than a glorified guard dog. This presence would make things slightly more difficult but not by too much. If he kept to the shadows the wolf would most likely not see him but there was always the off chance.
Reaching back, Zarick confirmed that his guns were still in their place as well has two of his smaller blades. Suddenly he had a longing for his scythes, but unfortunately those were at his hotel. He would make do with what he had. Zarick took out his guns before slipping into his own gaseous form. His unlike Isabella's was black and would seem like nothing more than a shadow. Just to be sure, Zarick was going to keep to the shadows before slipping in behind Daniels.
He would then materialize in Daniels shadow, he would seemingly have come up through the ground. Instantly he would have one of his guns placed just behind the man's heart. The other gun would be free to move to the first hostile movement, be it the wolf behind or the rest of the hunters. Zarick would whisper "Guess who." so that only the man and possibly Isabella could here.
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Post by Isabella Rastafari on Sept 21, 2007 18:23:24 GMT -5
(( In response to the several PM's and instant messages I have received about Marlin's post, I have sent him a PM explaining what Autos are and asking him to modify his post to exclude his autos of both Perry and Isabella. Therefore, I will not be posting at this time until his post is fixed. Thanks for the heads up everyone.  )) |
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Post by delkaetre on Sept 27, 2007 5:10:15 GMT -5
Desnischi moved closer, crawling up the wall of the building to the window of the room where this 'Isabella' woman now stood. Her attention on the 'Brant' human, Desnischi wondered if she would notice its entrance, as it moved softly through the glass and settled against the wall to watch.
Standing outside, it had ended up with unwanted dust and dirt on its finery. Once more brushing away the dirt, distastefully cleaning its beautiful clothing and picking little bits of leaves from its gleaming hair, it watched the events before it.
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Post by Tak on Oct 4, 2007 18:28:31 GMT -5
Brant stood in the dilapidated room, itching his wrist where the relic had got him earlier. Just then a thought popped into his head. Maybe it all had something to do with the relic currently residing in his backpack...
Confirming those thoughts was a cloud of purple smoke. The tendrils of mist had wrapped around the foot of the door, seeking for something, something that HE had. He stepped back as the mist hummed and vibrated to an unheard rhythm. The mist solidified, melting and molding into the form of Isabella. She rushed him, demanding the Relic. She was touching him, her eyes glowing a deep red, a red that would surely surrender him.
Brant stood still for several minutes, his eyes closed shut, trying to figure out a course of action. Nothing came to him, but when he heard the voice of Perry, he clicked. He had it. It was gutsy, and a move that would most likely kill him. He looked into Perry's eyes, doing his best to block out Isabella.
He pushed Isabella away.
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Post by delkaetre on Oct 15, 2007 5:39:06 GMT -5
Seeing the mist and the great furore about the Relic hidden in the human's pack, Desnischi felt it was time to introduce itself to the proceedings.
"Mistress Isabella, be so kind as to step back. Master Brant, be so kind as to fetch the Relic from your bag. I would be obliged if the rest of you would have the good manners to let me to my work." Desnischi stepped forward quickly, trusting that sentient nature would not have changed and that they would either be cowed or be noisy- but hopefully not organised enough to stop the creature in its task.
"Master Brant, the Relic? I alone am fully equipped to deal with it, as I sense that no other here remembers the time when this item was last seen by the light of the Sun or the Moon. I alone, amongst this horde, know how to handle it. Perhaps there are others here who have read of it, but only I have genuine experience with it. And, of course, I alone am without heart and without a sex to distract or confuse my judgement. I am a creature without desires of the flesh or the heart- my thoughts are cold and concise, I cannot be swayed in my guardianship of such an object. You will entrust the Relic to my care, Master Brant, unless you wish to see Mistress Isabella lose it in some fit her tempers." Desnischi smiled, a cold and venomous rictus, and awaited a response from any of the parties present. It did so hope that this would be... interesting. Reactions to the sexless, cold creature almost always were.
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Post by Peregrine Daniels on Dec 25, 2007 9:57:37 GMT -5
Everything happened at once, He was well trained, as much as any human could be. His team was just as good. First it was the wolf... than the Vampire... then the other thing, Peregrine could only see one escape, Brant would not die tonight, the Relic would not get passed to a Vampire, especially not the hot mess that hissed before him.
Perry moved his head backwards and two daggers flew past his bed, digging into the wall. That’s when all hell broke loose. Machine guns were fired, crosses displayed, stakes at the ready, axes swinging. Perry wasn’t sure who would survive or not, but he knew the Enemy could hold their own. Perry saw his chance, possibly his only chance. He ran trying to grab hold of Brant he almost tackled the man, and flew clean through the window. It shattered around him, glass slashed through his skin imbedding itself in his body, but it wasn’t enough. With a heave he rolled over so (if successful) Brant would end up on top of him.
Perry landed, all the air in his body was pushed out of his mouth, he felt several of his ribs on either side crack loudly, he felt an intense excruciating amount of pain flair up all over his body, located at his lower spine, he had to get up... he just had to. He groaned and rolled over, hopefully Brant was ok, they had just jumped out of a two story window. Luckily sand was soft.
‘Brant... can you get up?’
He said with another groan, his ribs complaining with another audible crack. He managed to pull himself into a sitting position, and quickly found his legs.
‘We need to get out of here fast...’
Perry reached into his pocket and pulled out a small beeper, he pressed it and grabbed Brant roughly around the shoulders, he directed the man into the desert. The wind kicked the sand up angrily. Onlookers peeped out of their window frightfully; the roar of battle and gunshots could still be heard from his former home.
Perry felt a sudden flair of rage and guilt; he had left his team on their own... with two of the worlds dangerous Vampires... and some he hadn’t had the pleasure of meeting yet. Not properly anyway.
‘There’s a safe house around here somewhere... with transport...’
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Post by Rory Connery on Dec 25, 2007 10:27:34 GMT -5
((Sorry Lucy! I kind of wanted to separate the fight, too many things are happening at once, If you really abject through, ignore this post and go on from where you left off upstairs. I’m sorry if this seems a little choppy and crass, but I think we can all agree that there’s way too much happening at once in a tiny little room...PM me if there are any problems, at Talisen))
Rory growled, his body was still somewhere between Human and Wolf, more Wolf than anything. His claws were long and curved, insanely sharp and his jaw felt like it could crush metal... it could.
Rory sniffed the air, Peregrine was not alone; he growled and snapped at the Vampire that trailed him. With an animal noise, he clawed out at the Vamps legs hoping to trip the vamp up. He then leaped in front of him, blocking the stairway.
‘Now who do we have here... could it be... Zarick?’
He laughed loudly, his voice a sick mixture of human and animal, he could see through the shadows, and he had spent enough time with Isabella and Perry to know who the leader of the Annex clan was.
‘You’re the emo dude right? The New York branch? All weepy and dark?’
Rory said with a snort, he lunged forward aiming for the Vampires shoulder, his claws snapped loudly, his teeth could cut clear through flesh, tearing bone and muscle like it was jello. With his hands he moved them upwards trying to grab hold of Zarick's head while his jaws aimed for the undead throat.[/color]
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