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 Posted: Thu Jul 05, 2007 10:14 am
The woman stuttered for a few seconds before pointing towards where the man carrying teh first aid kits had run from. It was the local infirmary for the wastelanders in the city, so not only was it a large room, but also kept under BEYOND local hosptal conditions. Gildrudger on the other hand, heard her, and coughed. 'That, that, that vampire is going to be the death of me!' Was what he was thinking as he headed towards the comm center. Once there, he saw he request had already been carried out, and the image of his Commander-in-cheif was already showing. "Hello sir, I hope this isn't a bad time?" Gildudger asked, unsure of how to speak to him. This was the first time he had ever spoken to Bartz Walse, either via comm systems or in the flesh. "This is as good a time as any other. What is it?" Bartz replyed. Gildrudger nodded, and began to explain what had happened. Bartz wondered why the Lady of the Fallen wanted to speak with him now, after all their attempts at contacting her. "Bring her here, and make sure the room is empty. I will discuss a meeting place with her, privately." Gildrudger was shocked. Even though there was no chance of her killing Bartz, it was still a shocker to his system that he would talk about something as delicate as this, ALONE! "Umm yes sir, right away sir!" Was the only thing Gildrudger could think of replying with. He, along with all of the comm techs, walked out, but Gildrudger went to find out where the Lady had gone.
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Posted: Thu Jul 05, 2007 3:51 pm
The Lady was standing behind a pure white curtain pulled across a small infirmiry area, the closest thing to private and clean they had. She didn't show it on her face, but she was frowning at the pathetic accomedations. This group was suppose to be a threat to the Empire with a budget like this? Tch...she was starting to wonder why she even bothered coming here herself.
There was a surgical kit laid out of a sliding tray-table by a cot in front of her, and she casually began to undress. First she removed the bullet holed trench coat, next she slide off the stained and swissed tank top before removing her long shoulder length gloves. Now she stood in her standard black bra undergarment, thank goodness it was unnecessary to remove it or her pants, but she frowned visibly when she saw that one strap was frayed from a bullet. She would need to find some new clothes the next chance she got.
Now throughly exposed, she picked up a sharp scalple without a second thought and carefully slid it down the length of the side of her neck to the seperation of her breasts. She winced slightly only once, but placed the scalple down gently and used her clawed thumb and index finger to remove four bullets along the path she cut. Each bullet removed she placed in a tin bowel on the bedside...each making a metallic pwang, clack once they fell from her hand.
She continued this process of carefull seperating her skin, removing the lead shots, and placing them in the dish. Her skin that was stainned in dry blood was no coated in a fresh bout of uncoagulated crimson. Against her fair and pale skin, it looked like a ghastly marble statue capturing the perfection of women, drenched in the blood of warriors who'd died in order to touch such beauty. However, The Lady didn't see herself this way. As far as she was concerned, this loss of blood was annoying and meaning she had to eat again and soon.
s**t.
Finally, twenty-two bullets in all lay in the dish pulled from her neck, shoulders, arms, chest, and stomach. She was confident she'd gotten them all, and grabbed the wet towel the nurse had placed in the room. She began to whipe away the fresh blood trails and splatters as well as some of the dried blood on her skin. She was tired from the blood loss, she'd lost more then she anticipated, but still standing and new she would be alright for the next hour or so. But beyond that, she would be forced to feed.
She may have hated vampires and the Empire who ruled them, but she was not immuned to their cursed hunger. The blood of others.
It was as she was using the new still white and dry towel to whipe herself free of the remaining moisture that a male hospital tendent pulled back the curtain to ask her presence in the conference room. She was still only dressed in a bra and she turned to look at him more annoyed then embaressed or modest. In fact, she continued on as if nothing we amiss.
"May I ask why you have disturbed my peace?" She asked as she set the towel aside and began to put the riddled black shirt on. It was better then nothing.
The young man remained with his mouth agape and staring. His face was bright red and he smelled thickly of embaressment and awe...not to mention fear. After all, he walked in on a well known psycotic murderer vampiress while she was half naked.
His silence further annoyed her as she replaced her gloves and coat, flipping her hair out of the collar of the coat as it cascaded in a curtain of gold behind her. She reholstered her two weapons onto her body before finally turning to face the young man. If it was possible, he'd turned redder then before.
"If you're going to say something, say it." She said, voice even but not hiding her touch of aggrivation.
The man jumped and suddenly met her eyes with wide blues, "U-uh, s-si-sir-Uh, I mean ma'am!" He snapped to attention, "T-th-the G-Grand Wastelander and Gildrudger are waiting fo-for you!" He announced and then turned around and practically ran away.
She frowned; about time.
She strode out of the tiny bit of privacy and saw Gildrudger talking with the woman nurse before turning to her. He had walked out of a secured room with the flicking lights of technology inside...hmph...she could see where all the money went in this place. He looked like he would say something, but she cut him off with a firm voice.
"He's waiting to talk to me in there?" She asked, but before he could answer she continued forward into the room and nodded to him as she passed by, "My thanks. And I left your twenty-two suveniors in my room, do with them what you will." With that she walked into the room and the large doors shut strongly behind her in their own.
She continued into the room and found herself staring at a large communications screen. A man wearing some kind of decorated brown uniform loomed over her on the large screen mounted on the wall, but she didn't feel small compared to him at all. There was very little she feared or felt threatened by, and this was not one of them. She stood looking at him for a long while, in silence, looking him over with unshaded and deep green eyes. He was a lot younger then she expected him to be, but then again she was a lot older then most would take her for face value for.
"Before we begin, do you go by any other name then Grand Wastelander?" She asked remaining standing to her full 6'0'' height and with a mask of complete unpredicatability.
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Posted: Thu Jul 05, 2007 4:42 pm
Bartz chuckled. Stright to the point this woman was. "Indeed. My name is Bartz Walse. And before you continue, May I ask as to what your name is? I'd feel fairly akward talking to such a powerful figure, nightmare depending on your point of veiw, simply by calling her the Lady or the Lady of hte Fallen. Very hindering on such important talk such as this." He said. Though his uniform was indeed decorated, it looked just like any of the other ground members of the Wastelanders. Those very same decorations could be removed, which would in fact make it very hard in combat to tell he was there. Unlike her, he only had a small screen which to look at, and so all he actually could see was her face. He was in his personal room, which was located in hte officer dorms. Bartz hated feeling sperated from those he commanded, which was why he hated his ranking... So his room was small, and in it were simply a bed, a desk, a computer with comm systems, a chair, and a single window. Spartan really, but it suited Bartz fine.
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Posted: Thu Jul 05, 2007 7:07 pm
Hmph, tu`che. If he would not go by a alias, then proper edicate declared that she also not go by an alias...though...it had been a while since she had to adhere to proper edicate or have someone adress her with any other name then "The Lady".
"...Fair enough, though it has been a very, very, very long time since I had a name, or since the last person who knew my real name walked the Earth." She replied, it was funny...she was suprised she even remembered her real name. "I am General Yelleklynalesca Kelbora Setes of the old kingdom of Parvanthios located in what was once old Germany more then 2000 years ago." She said and grinned sarcastically, "But you can call be Kelbora or The Lady if it suits you. However, now that you know my name and I know yours, I trust you will keep this information private and only between the two of us. The Lady has built up a reputation as a nameless ghost who kills those of high power and black hearts...putting a name to that killer would give a name to the enemy, and we both know that Human or not...beings fear the unknown. So let's keep it that way, shall we?" She asked and gave the undertoning hint that she was quite serious about no one else knowing her real name.
Period.
"So, Sir Walse...I must say, the last time I was in The States it was full of a lot more humans in the open. There was a human president in power and democracy was running high. I have to state my observations that times have changed, no?" She said and waited for his reply.
Most people were uncomfortable talking to vampires period, but most vampires even were unnerved talking to one as old as she. The normal age for a Vampire these days was approximately 1000 years old...beyond that and still being able to function was incredible. With the exception of the Emperor and a few select of his staff, there was no one else to her knowledge as old as she. The Empire usually made sure vampires did not live as long as it was safe. With age comes wisdom and power, two of the most dangerous things to the Empire as a whole and the Emporer himself.
Kelbora was above the ranks of Master Vampires...however, because she was a "Bite Victim" and not a born vampire or artificially grown one...there was only so much power she could gain. But it was more then enough to make her enemies fear her. And that was enough to make her satisfied.
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Posted: Thu Jul 05, 2007 8:36 pm
Bartz nodded to both of her groupings of words. "541 years since The United States of America fell, and democracy with it. And I will indeed keep your name a secret. Already I've erased the first of our question and answers. Because like you, the Vampires don't know my name, and it has been a ploy we've been doing since the Wastelands began. Make them wonder who is in fact the Grand Wastelander, so they be cautious whereever they strike. Hell our Headquarters moves with each new Grand Wastelander." Bartz stated. Since she was being so open with him. Or at least, as open as she wanted. She gave him info about herself, he was going to give her some info about himself. Only fair in a discussion such as this.
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Posted: Fri Jul 06, 2007 4:57 pm
"Thanks for the information, Mr. Bartz." Kelbora said and her expression and tone became serious, "Let's get done to business. Approximately two days ago, you had a sniper trainned on Lady Governer Gail Morsline. I thwarted his attempts at an assasination and allowed him to live with a message to give to you specifically: Back the ******** off of b***h and I wouldn't become a threat to your little operations to screw the Empire up the a**." She said, her voice calm and smooth, but she was dangerously close to slipping her irritation and anger towards the man, "Simple enough, am I right? But when I show up at the mansion to complete my objective...what should I run in to?" Her tone now casually sarcastic and her expression unreadable and unrevealing to the storm brewing beneath. "Now...as leader of the very band of misfits who royally ******** up my plans for the evening, I hold you personally responsible for the consequences of not playing a fair hand in the game of international relations. The last American's I met were experts at it, its a shame to see that their predecessors have lost the art."
At this, she crossed her arms and stood as a very impossing force to be reckoned with. She knew the words had to have hurt his pride and his manhood, but she didn't care; that woman might have known the valuable information she sought...but now she'd never know, would she?
"After seeing your subordinate's action's tonight, Grand Wastelander," She put emphasis on his offical title, "You have either ignored an offering of cooperation and ignited a direct conflict of interest and disrespect with your international guest, or you did so intentionally with the hopes of a quaint little meeting like this. Either way...this is a problem." She said trailing off and narrowing her eyes at the screen, her expression now showing a fraction of her displeasure, "In the old days, hosts were expected to treat their guests with the upmost respect...or at least open introduction to discuss terms to which the guest was permitted to stay. Now...given I didn't exactly give fair warning to the lead warring faction in this area, my apologizes, you have commited a far worse grievence then my own transgressions. So...Grand Wastelander...How shall YOU go about rectifying this situation?" She asked, a touch of curiosity and freigned peace in her words.
She was silent for a moment before her expression returned to her unreadable and stonic mask.
"Sir...believe me, you do not want to make me your enemy. Just because you're an enemy of my enemy, you are not by default my ally...remember that."
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Posted: Fri Jul 06, 2007 5:31 pm
Bartz laughed. "It is true we had a sniper after her when I got your message, but instead of continuing that train of action, I felt compelled to try and figure out something from her. I sent the best man I had to the job, in order to extract information about why Your very self was after someone so unimportant as her. If you had done your homework, You'd have known she had no knowledge of hte Concil. Yes, I know what it is you thought she knew.. Its that same damn knowledge we've been after for 300 years now. That's why I wanted her dead. So she wouldn't go around tell everyone she was in fact in league with us. Then we hear about you arriving on the very same day we agreeed to fake her 'death', and prevent us from doing so. Yes, I did in fact say she was in league with us. We may hate vampires with a blood grudge, but we won't stoop ourselves on so high a pillar that we won't accept help from them. She was to 'die', then we'd extract her to my Wasteland, and be able to recive ALL the information she had available. So now, do you see how we can be of help to each other. In a way, we both want the same damn thing. Knowledge of when hte next concile is, and where it's taking place." He had paused several times to catch his breath, but he was in fact telling her the truth. They had heard how she went after those who MIGHT have knowledge of the Concil, but killed all those she found. However, Here in hte Americas the Wastelanders had the files on all of teh highest hemophages who might have access. "If you want, I can have hte files we have on the most powerful Vampires here in hte Americas. They're ones we've been trying to, unseccussfully i might add, implant people to get the info on hte Concil. All you have to do is ignore what you know us to be doing. And please, don't go attacking my men any more. ANYWHERE in the world. You forget that there are infact Wastelands, and thus WastelandERS spread all over the globe."
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Posted: Sun Jul 08, 2007 6:28 am
Thats when the first bit of emotion crossed Kelbora's face, it wasn't anger, rage, comtempt, but something far more unnerving and sinister. A wicked grin spread across her face suddenly lifting the lips at the corners and revealing her inherited Vampiric Marks...her fangs. Her sadistic smile was filled with bitter irony and the chilling reminder of a vampire's true nature: blood lust and the desire to bask in the after glow of a battle field filled with death and screams of the dying. No matter how much humanity she retained even after 2000 years as a vampire, the blood lust...was still something she could not deny or throw away.
"Oh dear Sir Walse, you may treat vampires in league with you as nothing but useful tools so long as they posess qualities you deem important; however, I have always viewed the world the same. I don't have allies or seek them out because if they don't betray me, they get killed by the enemy along the way. Besides..." She said, her voice dropping to a low growled, something feral and not entirely human, but filled with the predatory claims of one who is on top of the food chain, "However you deduced my desire for information on the Court of Council, you haven't even begun to guess what my objectives are. In fact, if you knew, I don't think we'd be having this conversation right now."
Oh, she planned to find the Council, she planned to destroy every last vampire and lacky there, she even planned to destroy the place in which it was held no matter the casualty count...but her vengence went far beyond that...oh yes...She planned to whipe out every vampire and unlucky human who didn't take cover in one fell swoop once she posessed the necessary item to accomplish this mission. And no one could possibly know what this item was or how it was intended to be used in the hands on a Master Vampire and speaker of the ancient languages.
"That said, there probably isn't a single bit of information you have on the matter that I don't already know. I've had rulers slip things and Govenors sing like Canaries over the subject given the right persuasion, and besides, I'm not interested in joining an organization where I have to wear brown and take orders from my dinner." She smirked at her analogy of the human resistance leader, but shrugged, "Sorry, but like it or not, humans are what vampires feed off of. And speaking of which, after saving your man tonight and getting my body shot to hell, I've lost quite a bit of blood and if I don't feed within the next hour, I'll go insane with blood lust." With that she rose and charming eyebrow and wore a tempting expression, "If you'd like to voluenteer a donar, I might be inclined to stay for a while longer to say thanks for the generosity. And don't worry...I don't need to kill or turn someone to feed. If not, well then, I'll have to hunt outside of this compound...and like I said, I don't leave witnesses alive. Your suborninetes can live so long as they swear silence, but normal people don't have that kind of fortitude to shut the ******** up...up to you."
This was the ultimate test to deem just how much Bartz needed her and was willing to go to get her cooperation. Allies, she swore to never have another, but a mutual corrispondant of information...well...that was different.
She waited in silence, her arms crossed and her body turned slightly to the side, hip extended outwards in the direction of the screen, and long legs bracing her on the ground.
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Posted: Mon Jul 09, 2007 4:26 pm
Faer Gul Naneth sat in a chair by the fire of her humble abode. She dreaded the fact that she would have to leave her home, where she looked after the children with and almost loving feeling, even though she was an Elemental and couldn't really feel herself. Though she had doubts about air elementals. They were bubbly and laughing all the time. Faer felt as if she was being pulled at, as if strings restricted her body and were dragging her slowly to her destiny.
Using void magic she created a mirror copy of herself to take care of her orphans and animals. Meanwhile she transported herself to where her destiny took her. Where to, she knew not. Some warehouse.
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Posted: Mon Jul 09, 2007 6:53 pm
Bartz thought about it for a few moments, then sighed. "If your blood lust is anything like those of other vampires, I can only accept what you say to be true, and frankely, I don't like it. Problem is, if we plan on working together, either as allies, which you say you don't want, or simply as informants to each, I figure you'd rather the doner then hunting. If your getting the hungery, then ask around the infirmary, maybe someone will be willing to offer. Frankely, I don't like the idea of offering one of my own to be food, even for a little while, so that you will help us, but liking it has nothing to do with it. We need whatever we can get." Bartz sighed. One of the many challenges of being in charge, knowing when to put aside your beliefs for the good of all... And he hated EVERY time he had to.
2 blocks away from the warehouse, an VCF helicopter was flying low over the roofs, stopping with a clear veiw of hte Warehouse. A single figure jumped out of the heli-copter, and carried only a breifcase, albet a heavy one. Opening it, he pulled out the parts to assemble a sniper rifle of fairly high calibur. It took him 12 minutes to put it together and aim it into one of hte windows. Meanwhile, more heavily armed troops were winding thier way forward, knowing their objectives. Everyone and anyone in that warehouse was to be killed. And it was rumored to be a major staging ground for Wastelanders in this city, which meant they left no expence on firepower. Tanks, Infantry, APCs. Everything useful in an urban battleground was brought forward. Once in postsion around the same minute hte sniper finished putting his rifle together, they awaited the order to strike.
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Posted: Mon Jul 09, 2007 7:01 pm
Faer did not like the fact that somehow she had submitted herself into a war between those in the warehouse and those in the tanks, not to mention the sniper that was currently aiming at a high window in the warehouse. Not only did she have no idea where she was, or why she was there, for destiny dragged her there, she was thrown into warfare, with the strings still pulling her towards the warehouse. With that, she walked to the entrance of the warehouse, politely knocking and throwing up void shields around herself, which would suck up anything thrown at her and sent somewhere else.
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Posted: Thu Jul 12, 2007 3:15 pm
Her blood lust? Well...she hadn't let it get out of control in more then five hundred years. But what she remembered of it...it wasn't pretty. The first time it had let loose was when she first awoke to see people standing over her after being thrown from the Devil's Tower in Syilevenost. They thought she was dead; she did after all have a sword in her gut, blood pooling all over the ground, and her skull split open from the fall as well as the rest of her mangled body. Immediately the hunger had taken over and she slaughtered the entire group of four, drainning all of their blood and healing the moment she was sated. After that, she hated herself and tried to kill herself through starvation...but she soon learned that the hunger would always drive her to kill before she wasted away...the hunger would never let her die. The second time she had tried to go without kill and drinking blood had been a thousand years later after she killed the vampire who caused her disease. But that too had failed...she may have killed him, but she was still a vampire with hunger. She ended up slaughtering and drainning the blood of her companion to the tower...
She swore...she'd never have companions again.
She shook her head of the memories and kept her face emotionless. She could help them as far as keeping their secret, but she wasn't a fan of the idea of taking on an ally or companion. Suddenly her ears perked up and she looked to the door behind her...quite...alert...listening. Damn...rounds being chambered, a helicopter about fifty yards off, boot steps on hard cement coming closer...from all angles. An ambush...? And a new presence, power, strong, pulling from all forces in the invisible aura of magic in the atmosphere...a being she hadn't felt in ages. Couldn't be...the vampires whipped them and all angelic beings out a long time ago. Impossible.
"...It seems dinner will have to wait. I suggest you evacuate this base immediately because its been found out." She said and casually turned back to him and flashed him a serious look, "But you are right about one thing, I am a vampire who if denied blood for to long will give rise to the blood lust. If I don't feed soon, it won't be the VCF troops you'll need to worry about."
Then she turned her back to the screen and began to walk towards the door, "That man, your 'Best Man for the Job'; if we're going to work together and you'll obviously want to keep tabs on me, then I want him as both communication with you and donar until our cohesion is at an end." She then raised her arm in a gesture of 'good-bye' over her shoulder, "If you don't want me to hunt and kill civilians, then have him ready and preped to depart when I arrive at your head quarters once this mess is taken care of. Heh, hope to talk with you soon...Sir Bartz..."
This wasn't up for negotiation, at least not right now. She asked for Bartz's best man for more reasons then she stated...but she thought Bartz a smart man...he'd figure it out. For one thing, if this man she met at the mansion, who had the balls to hold a gun in her face, was prized enough to be concidered his best, then he held value as both soilder and someone Bratz would want back alive and in one piece. Call it an insurance policy that she wouldn't be back stabbed without the risk of him losing someone important as much as an act of trust.
Besides...she wanted retrobution for the insolence of the Wastelanders for the Mansion incident.
She walked out of the room and drew her prized Smith & Wesson, relics of the pride of old America, but precious firearms to her as much as trusted friends. She saw the man she saved earlier as well a nurse standing before her and she cocked the guns.
"I suggest...you evacuate and move out."
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Posted: Thu Jul 12, 2007 8:41 pm
Just before Bartz could give the evacuation order, the main enterance exploded, the windows shattered, and holes ruptered the walls. The attack had begun, and everyone in the line of sights of any of the VCF was shot down, be they warrior, medic, tech, or child. The Vampires were in urban combat gear, so they appeared like black demons in a manner of speaking. The few Wastelanders able to react in any way took cover, or got into the armory. Those that made it to the armory grabbed whatever weapons they could, and armed themselves. They took whatever shots they could to kill the VCF. Some were able to get weapons to some of hte other Wastelanders scattered around the facility, and small 'forts' began to erupt across the floor, but many were being wiped out in a matter of seconds. Among the corpses was Gildrudger, most of the medical personal, and children anywhere from age 3 to age 17.
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Posted: Thu Jul 12, 2007 9:08 pm
The young woman ran, stumbled and tried to catch her breath, then continued to run. Her path took her down the narrow streets of the small town, past boarded up shops and beggars on street corners. She vaulted over a trash can and turned into a side ally. She glanced over her shoulder. No one yet. She pounded on the door of the building to her left.
"Please let me in! For the love of the night, LET ME IN!" A mans face appeared at the doorway's narrow eyeslit. "Password?"
"DAMMIT ESREND YOU KNOW IT'S ME! NOW LET ME IN BEFORE I CUT YOU OPEN AND HANG YOU OUT TO DRY IN THE SUN!"
There was a pause. Then the door opened and a pale young man opened the door. "Alright Zendrie. Just being safe. You'll yell at me about this later-" His sister shoved past him and scrambled inside. "Close the door and get a gun! There's someone after me! I think he's human, a wastlander bounty hunter. I don't know why he's here-" Her brother put a hand over her mouth. "Calm down. You're just jumpy 'cause of the results. You'll be fine. Plenty of other women have survived having kids. Why should you be any different? It was probably a cop or bum." There was a knock at the door. "Don't answer it Esrend. If you want to see Nelani again don't answer it."
The eyeslit opened.
"Password?"
There was a pause. Then...
The door exploded inward as the cloaked figure outside pulled the trigger of his shotgun. Zendrie's scream of fear and anguish at the loss of her brother was drowned out in the sound of Esrends corpse hitting the ground. The man stepped in and turned in time to see her fleeing down the corridor. He turned his attention to other vampires heading down the stairs. The fist on barely had time to move around the corner before the shotgun blast severed his head from his shoulders. Blood sprayed over his comrades as Sergei emptied the rest of his shells into them. Two more fell dead, another toppled, clutching the bloody remains of his left arm. Sergeis twin pistols were in his hands in a moment. The few remaining didn't have time to draw their own guns bfore lead and iron entered their brains and ended their lives.
He floowed the woman through the 'safehouse', butchering every vampire in his path. He checked his ammo as he stood over the corpse of a young woman. She had only tried to run, but she was still a vampire. He drew his katanas and moved around the corner. Two young creatures were clutching each other in fear. He didn't even stop walking as he cut off their heads. He walked through a door and enetered a garage area. There was Zendrie, running like hell towards an elevator. Segei aimed and pulled his trigger. The half-human scumbag toppled in a heap, only two feet from the door of the elevator that could have saved her life. He moved in quickly and severed her head, making sure she would not rise again to aide her kind. He quickly stuffed the head into a sack and made his way out the door, mentally going over his ammuntion. He'd usued up most of his shotgun ammo on the gaurds and her brother, and compleatly burned out Saint as well as Sinner. He'd used Sinners last bullet on the wench.
It was time to turn her in, go back to base, count his money, and have a glass of vodka.
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Posted: Fri Jul 13, 2007 8:21 am
Faer Gul Naneth was not amused when everything around her exploded into pieces, in fact, she was far from it. She was about to enter the compound of debris, but something set her into a fury. This, would be the corpses of children lying around, from ages that were so similar to her own home, where she took care of them. Turning to a group of vampires who had surrounded her, she smile angrily, seeming insane and demonic.
Faer, her eyes burning like flames reached into the void, which in reality seemed like her arm was pulling something out of no where, for it simply disappeared into nothingness, grasped her hammer staff, bringing it into being. She hadn't used the weapon in ages, but her hands were still calloused, her muscles strong from carrying around children, and her body lithe and supple.
Thus, she began to weave the magic of void, imbuing her weapon with it as she thrust it into the head of a vampire, it went through the skull, leaving no wound, before she solidified it. He jerked and spasomed with pain, dying for his brain splintering with the hameer that had solidified in his skull. With that she hefted his body and used it as a mace. His body she had altered with the spirit magic, forming his legs together into a blade, where she proceeded to slice through the beings. They screamed in pain, holding gushing wounds before dying. Her magics ended, and she appeared through the smoke, hammer staff in one hand with the vampire dangling from it still. His body was covered in blood, and so was she. She appeared to be a being of death.
Faer took in her surroundings, at the corpses and released her hold on the dead vampires skull. Slowly, with a squelching noise, it sunk to the floor, leaving her hammer covered in blood and gore. Kneeling to the bodies of the children on the floor, she began hefting hem and moving them away to lean against the wall.If their spirits remained in the void, not moving on, perhaps she could resurrect a few.
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