Blood Price [Mercenary RP] [RECENTLY REBUILT!] [Accepting]

[Heart-of-Firebox]

((Why the heck not. biggrin ))

[Pawnedbymagic]

Saeon sat lifelessly in the corner of an abandoned diner. One light flickered, revealing his dirty face with a line of cloth covering his one eye. His other eye crept open as a figure appeared in the door frame. He sat still, his prey arrived and he would be the victor. He waited, for minutes he waited until the man got close enough. The man was thin, a pistol held in his hands, a scout for the leader of the ring. A perfect target for questioning. Without second thoughts Saeon sprung up and slammed the man's hand into the counter of the diner. Too late had he noticed his victim was talking silently in a head piece around his ear. Without any rational thought Saeon snapped the man's head back and ran for the back exit. Another target mission failed, another paycheck lost. This old mercenary was losing his touch.

(( I hope that works. After I quit during the battle, I thought it wise to add some personal injuries. The eye, him being a mess, and now the fact he is losing his talent for killing. More to be revealed later. ))

[Astoru]

Corvus sat back in his chair, chewing on a single piece of meat; he wasn't accustomed to having so much noise in his own apartment, with the constant thumping of hammer against wood and the constant conversations in between. In fact, he had never had company such as this in his apartment before, other than the brief visit that Rin had before their grandios exploration of the Khaev homeland. He let out a hearty sigh, finally relaxing for the first time in what seemed like days.

The events that occurred on the Khaev mainland troubled him, more so the fact that he left it all behind him with unfinished business. Too much going on that he, even with his recovered memories of the past 200 years, did not fully understand. He gripped onto his blade, the memory of the dark cave of dormant spirits filling his mind. The blade that lay dormant inside, how it awakened to his touch, and how it almost consumed his body and soul. It now rested within the grips of the ever ambitious Shuzan Tashida, who now would be razing the Khaev capital of Steelgod and assume control of the Council of the 200.

He opened up a single eye, looking towards Yuri lazily, mostly from his own fatigue. "So now what? Your little friend earlier has been taken by Gods know who. Any plans on what you're going to do about it?"

[iGintokiko]

Yuri was sitting on the couch, nibbling quietly on her ham. Both ears were pinned tightly to the top of her head, her face was set in a frown and she winced every time the hammer rang against the door frame. The sound of Reeve's bizarre humming and the fall of the hammer reverberated through the apartment loudly and it was driving the wolf and her sensitive hearing up the wall. On top of which, the ham was a bit overcooked for her taste, but she didn't dare mention anything to the chef.

Yuri considered Corvus' words. She hadn't forgotten about Johnson, but she hadn't exactly figured out what to do yet either. "The face dancers," she said finally. "There were face dancers in that crowd, so whoever took Johnson must be related to the organization who use the face dancers... There was a lab in Corsa that we destroyed, it was probably the same people." Unfortunately, she could provide no more clues as to where these face dancers might have taken off to. Her memory was too clouded and the only image she could bring up other than the large purple monster that had taken Johnson, was the image of Corvus and the brief skirmish they'd had.
"We should find Saeon first," she added. Yuri hadn't seen the merc since they docked, but she was certain he was still in Shane somewhere. With a deep sigh, the wolf returned to eating her dinner, casting a hopeful glance in Reeve's direction to see if he was nearly done with the hammer.

[Pawnedbymagic]

Saeon found himself running down a small alley, tripping up twice on his escape. It wasn't long until he heard the alarmed voices from behind him, followed by loud footsteps. He made it out into the street, both left and right had no cover, going straight would give away what direction he was going. Out of the corner of his eye he saw a rusted fire escape. This is NOT going to go well, this is NOT going to go well! He went for the fire escape, pulling himself up the first ladder quickly, already the metal was making its sounds of protest. He rushed up the rest of the fire escape and broke the window at the top.

"Saeon you old dog, lost your ability to kill and maintained the ability to save your skin.." He grumbled to himself and checked out the window. Down bellow were rather angry men, angry men who didn't get their share of killing for the day.

[Zeraal]

After hearing a Satisfying explosion En'K'Haral began to set off the other houses. He blow up the house he had hidden in earlier second then the parial office building to the dragons right third and the two buildings behind the girl last. once that was finished he pout the detonator back into the duffel bag and began wandering the streets. He continued to walk and saw a man working on somones door. En'K'Haral recognized the man as the one he saw get into a scuffel that same day he thought of waveing but the guy seemed far to busy so instead he headed back to the burnt down bar he found earlier.

Hearing shouts however caused him to stop and he witnessed a man climbing a fire escape none too quitely soon after some men rounded the corner one saw En'K'Haral spoke to him roughly saying.
"Hey you there! Did you see some old guy come this way?"
Another pitched in.
"Yeah and don't lie to us!"

En'K'Haral thought for a moment and decided that there was some profit in this.
So he responded.
"Ya I did the guy stole my motorcycle and headed that way he turned left at the third intersection."

En'K'Haral pointed them back down the way he came and waited for them to leave. Once he figured they were far enough away he went to the base of the fire escape and yelled up.
"I think you owe me an explination as to why I just saved your butt."

[Pawnedbymagic]

Saeon noticed the men run off in the other direction after speaking to another man. He was not informed of another man in that group, but then again he was dealing with a ring of killers. Considered this man's words, they sounded calm, but most killers could master that voice. His shot was off, so he had no chance in killing him and escaping. He poked his head out the window frame.

" I owed some money, and if I wanted to I could have shot them all dead from here. But I chose to keep bloodshed to the minimal. " He shouted back trying to pick out any details he could from the man.

The man didn't need to get involved you know that, don't take it as a strike to your pride. Hiding works just as well as shooting. As far as he knew, this man was armed to the teeth, or another mercenary to finish him off for some reason. Or a street urchin with nothing better to do but put his life on the line.

[Zeraal]

En'K'Haral sighed and leaned on his glave with teh blade against the ground.
"Then why didn't you do so when I was talking to them? If you ask me I would say you hesitated big time almost got yourself killed. But I suppose I could have wasted them with this"

He motions to the bazooka slung across his back. He pauses for a moment checking his wallet.

"Hey I have some cash care to continue this conversation over some kind of food I haven't eaten since I got to this place."

He started to walk away and then stopped and waited for the man's response saying.

"Unless of course you want to wait for them to realize that I don't have a motorcycle and come back here. Because personally, I have no intention of wasting good ammo on them."

En'K'Haral then grumbled about his kind of ammo being really expensive. He also displayed a minute visible frustration about wasting five of six blocks of C4 on something he wasn't getting paid for.

((No offence taken although I would find it hard to not notice being armed to the teeth. Points to the Bazooka, points to the glave, points to the variaty of grenades, two fingure points at the duffle bag. I think he is quite heavily armed don't you?))

[Count_Whiskers]

HATTA

Hatta continued to fight the rainbow of strangers that he was up against. Each time he would knock one down it would suddenly stand up up. After awhile of holding his own against these things he paused and held his hands up. "Hold it!" The images of the stranger pauses and starred at him blankly. He could feel the annoyed rumble from the dragon under his feet. He moved his right hand up to his left shoulder and popped it back into place loudly. He giggled for a second on the feeling. He also knew that the bones in his left forearm under the chain shield were completely shattered.

He looked around at the images and spoke. "My good sir, no matter how long you and I fight you know that neither of us is going to get anywhere. So then, what shall we do about this? Shall we fight until I die from exhaustion or until your master loses the energy he needs to keep you out here?" He started to walk back and forth across the scales as he made his speech, "I'd say neither because exhaustion is just to boring for people of our stature is it not? Therefore I propose that I let my dearest love kill, or gravely wound, your master."

As soon as he finished the last sentence he raised his hatchet up and spun around, releasing the hatchet towards the true stranger. "Sorry, this might hurt a bit." He smiled widely showing his pearly white teeth. He tipped his hat towards the dragon's head and said, "Now I bid you adieu." He turned and ran between two of the copies and jumped off the dragon. The hatchet flew straight towards the back of the stranger's head. Hatta's grin grew wider until the stranger's head tilted to the side causing the hatchet to move right past him. Watching as the hatchet moved passed the stranger Hatta laughed and called out, "Enjoy the wonderful bliss of pure pleasure!" The hatchet dug into the flesh of it's intended target, blood seeping from the wound. The small axe had buried his blade into Harley's leg.

Bending to Her Every Whim

[The Dark Angel of Hell]

[[I take it that you've wounded my character, yes?]]

[Count_Whiskers]

The Dark Angel of Hell

[[I take it that you've wounded my character, yes?]]

((Nope, I've only been wounding the prismatic images of your character on the dragon. I figured that him dogding the hatchet would be something that you would do so I had him tilt his head have the hatchet do right past him. The hatchet dug into Harley's leg. ^^))

[The Dark Angel of Hell]

[[Alright then. I'll post something soon enough.]]

[sakura go rawr]

((Harley shall post soon too. ^^ Watch this crazy epic and creepy AMV of Soul Eater vocals by Marilyn Manson "This is Halloween" ))

[sakura go rawr]

HARLEY

Only moments had passed since Harley spat out the blood from her mouth and had it coagulate in front of her. Her body lay casually but firmly near the wall of the building she was planted against. This was quite the opponent; he had rapid reflexes and nothing seemed to phase him. Harley would soon stop that once her blood mixed in with his. Just moments after the formation of this plan in her head, her concentration was severed with the bittersweet sensation of immense pain in her leg. As the blade instantly dug itself into her thigh, Harley's eyes widened as her pupils dilated. A gasp was exhaled as a pool of blood broke through her lips.

The force of the blade pulled Harley backward into the wall, it supporting her body for the moment. Gloved hands placed themselves on the wall as Harley bent her wounded leg as she met the wall with moderate force. After the initial shock of such bittersweet yet invited pain, Harley looked down at her leg and registered that this weapon was Hatta's, her beloved tormentor. Her sapphire eyes looked up at Hatta and then back at her leg; Harley's breath increased as her shoulders moved up and down at a faster pace than normal. A gasp of elation escaped as blood poured through the wound. Such pain was joyously welcomed - especially if Hatta was the one hurting her. "Yes, yes, that's it. Hurt me some more," the tone in Harley's voice was that of a jubilant demand. It was submissive, but was demanding as well.

Her gloved hand wrapped itself around the handle as it wiggled the axe from left to right, causing a sharp stinging sensation. "More, give me more, harder this time!" This was more of an exclamation of pure joy than anything else. In her state of jubilant pain, Harley pulled the blood that rest on her leg and on the axe and summoned it to coagulate. This blood, as well as the blood from before, shot itself at the youth. It would wrap around him and would dig into his body like a spiky parasite, and would infuse itself with his blood. Once the two were merged, Harley could destroy him by draining him of his blood. the failure rate of this plan was minimal, however, no matter what, her attack would manage to draw blood as the coagulated blood spikes would dig into multiple spots on his body.

The Sadistic Cannibal

[The Dark Angel of Hell]

As the stranger watched all of this pain and blood taking place, he was distracted momentarily by the explosion that had interrupted the fight between he and the mad woman before him. That was his fatal mistake as blood seemed to wrap him like rope around a BDSM victim to which there were sudden spikes of said blood driven into his body. He let loose a roar of pain and rage, the pain from the power that was slowly destroying his body and the rage from having been so easily caught off guard. The "pain" caused by Harley's pseudo-blood attack did not even register upon his body or his mind, but soon enough...he could feel a foreign power begin to try and take control of his body. This wasn't the power of the Amatsu Ryuu-jin, but that of something trying to literally kill him...and that wasn't something he nor the spirit within him was going to let happen. He was not going to let himself be destroyed by a mere mortal creature.

Falling like a meteor to the ground and crashing into it with a fair impact force, the possessed stranger threw apart the ropes of blood before anymore could enter his body. What had already managed to slip in was bad enough, but if any more got in...he just might be destroyed. Roaring out as he stepped out from the impact crater he'd caused, the possessed stranger began to stagger towards Harley with true fury and rage literally blazing in his eyes as the power of the Amatsu Ryuu-jin was coming to fore. While she might have been able to contend and destroy a normal creature or person with her blood manipulations, she was not going to be able to do so to the possessed stranger that easily. Lacerations upon his body began to appear as her bloody handy work (pun intended) did its stuff before the possessed stranger collapsed to one knee a few feet away from Harley, huffing as if he'd finished lifting something that weighed literal tons. Blood dripped from his body, his eyes, his mouth...a testament that because he was caught unawares that her handy work was quite effective. Clutching his chest, the possessed stranger cringed before muttering something.

"Damn it...this shouldn't be...possible."

Falling to all fours, the possessed stranger panted for a while before simply collapsing and falling into a semi-conscious state.
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Octum roared as he felt his master collapse and the pain that he'd felt from the surprise attack. The eight conjurations also roared before four of them jumped from his back and landed with an earth shaking impact before dashing over to the possessed stranger. It was strange that he had not reverted back to his normal form...but that was easily explained by the simple fact that he was still conscious and the power of the Amatsu Ryuu-jin still flowed through him. Two took up stances to cordon off Harley and kill her if she tried anything more as her blood was passed out of his system due to the magics the other two were pumping through his body in order to rid it of any foreign matter. The other four simply stood there as they watched Hatta jump off of Octum before moving their hands through the air as if drawing Sanskrit into thin air...which was proven false as actual Sanskrit writting appeared both around the four copies on the ground with the possessed stranger and on a spot upon the Chaos Dragon. The stranger and his psuedo-copies vanished and then reappeared in the middle of that circle before the Chaos Dragon roared and took off in a flurry of wind and debris so that he could find a safe place for his summoner and master to recover. He knew that his summoner would seek revenge for this and eventually they would reunite with the stranger lovers for one last fight.