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 Posted: Sat Jun 07, 2014 2:56 am
Edel had resigned herself to wandering around the desert until she found her way back. Calling out the agency's name was certainly a trigger, though she knew that it was highly likely that the next encounter with any reaper would be less friendly. She'd very much prefer not to be dissipated for not keeping her mouth shut.
The conditions in the desert were very much unkind, though she was still able to get by with some protection for her eyes. Amidst the dust clouds that appeared with each gust of wind, the ghoul had managed to figure out a better picture of what was around her by now. Those were trees emerging from that chasm, which reminded her of the spire that once existed at the islands. The ghoul pondered over the mutterings of the reapers back at the office, wondering what about the horsemen and bodies mentioned. There had been other mentions of many reapings to be done - human deaths, she presumed.
Who were Hell's Seven Angels though? Well, either way, it appeared as though at least one of those parties were involved in that incident.
... She didn't really want to know.
The ghoul had been wandering around for far too long than she'd liked. "Hello!" she called, almost pleading,"Could you show this intern the way back?" that was vague yet specific enough right?
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Posted: Sat Jun 07, 2014 11:13 am
Marcus's lone walk was one he almost wanted to end with him facing off a horsemen. The craving for violence was new to him, and yet he was embracing it, leting it fuel him and give him both the mind and will to take risks. Risks he'd not have taken in the past. Dis summoned, his scarf kept the sand and wind from his face, his hair pulled back for once on a mission. It was longer, and he'd yet to bother getting it trimmed. He'd also yet to bother looking over his back regularly, not thinking that it would be his weakest point having never really trained for singular expeditions. So when a voice called out behind him talking of interns, (a thing that didn't really exist for trainees), Marcus was ready to fight. Until he recognized the student, sword hesitantly lowered. "Dell wasn't it?"
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iStoleYurVamps
iStoleYurVamps
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Posted: Sat Jun 07, 2014 11:27 am
The sight of a hunter's coat prompted the ghoul to arm herself, daggers of ice at the ready. The ghoul wasn't as ready to lower her guard despite recognising the the hunter, taking note of the lowered sword before doing the same.
"I can't remember what I told you, but that's fine," she shrugged, "Enrique?"
"Something happened?" she asked keenly, trying to confirm if his appearance had anything to do with the mess that was going on back at the agency. She was prepared for a negative answer, seeing as to how the haunted house had its own random tendencies as well.
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Posted: Sat Jun 07, 2014 1:42 pm
Well, a few years gone by and they certainly had changed. A bit more battle ready and hey, at least she remembered his fake name. "Yeah, that's me." He gave an awkward chuckle, hand idly touching the scars that now covered his right side. "We just talked about semantics last we saw each other. Can't say if we've made any gains however." He motion to his coat. "But I am a full hunter now- as for what's happened...." He shrugged. "Where would you want me to start? Here, or further back?" He leaned on the scimitar, not all that concerned at the prospect of a battle any longer. In his mind, there wasn't a need to engage, despite what his superiors had said. Horsemen? He'd kill those with joy. Halloweeners were of no consequence. Weak more often than not, it didn't suit to waste time with them when he had better targets. And large personal vendettas against a certain clan.
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iStoleYurVamps
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Posted: Sun Jun 08, 2014 6:36 am
The ghoul hung onto his words, still trying to determine the friendliness of this encounter. "You look worse for wear," she commented, noticing the scars that weren't there before.
"I remember differently, when we last met," she replied, thinking back to the extremely brief and tense three-way encounter in the haunted house. "I would be sorry for your loss but uh ... " she would be lying if she were really sympathetic, but a death was a death. "I'd hope for you to exercise better leadership over your kind then," she remarked, which was as close to a word of congratulations as it would get.
It appeared they would not be engaging. Edel dismissed her daggers, reconstructing them into a small dragon spriteling that perched on her shoulder. The ghoul sighed and folded her arms, shifting her gaze to the foreign desert landscape before returning her attention to the hunter.
"Oh, so there's a back-story to this?" she replied, thoroughly unamused. A little information wouldn't hurt to inform any future decisions regarding the hunters or other parties, by which she meant she still very much disliked all of them. "Do tell."
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Posted: Tue Jun 10, 2014 6:49 pm
His laugh was a bitter one, reaching up to run his thumb across the jagged scar that made half of his lips form into a feral grin. "Lets just say I had a fight and lost. Badly. And Don't be." Marcus's eyes flickered with regret. "s**t happens. As for leadership that unfortunately isn't my decision. Not yet anyway." Dis grinned and chuckled, pleased that Marcus was starting to admit what he looked forward to when it came to power. "Story is this- We showed up, get called disposable, get sent to find items and obey orders. The area is littered with our dead. Insanity titans roaming-" He motioned to the distant spires. "And yet no one can pinpoint exactly where we are. How it began. But the dead linger, FEAR still exists. We're just the sorry sods who've got to recover it all."
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iStoleYurVamps
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Posted: Tue Jun 10, 2014 8:17 pm
An unreadable expression crossed her face as she listened to him. It wasn't sympathy she felt for him, rather, she found herself capable of ...empathy. She hated hunters. But she found herself unable to hate him.
Edel listened carefully to what Marcus had to say. She'd heard this story before, though she had initially dismissed it as unreliable information from rookie hunters.
"Hm." A pause. "I suppose I could offer you what I know in return - there have been deaths, many human deaths, so much so that the reaping agencies have been working overtime. I don't know if this refers to your dead, but I have a feeling it's something else."
She unfolded her arms, letting the animated sculpture crawl into them.
"The horsemen are a possible factor. There's also been mention of Hell's Seven Angels, if that means anything to you." She shrugged. "That's all I know."
Edel stared at Marcus, contemplating.
"Now I don't like the horsemen, and I don't like you. But human deaths are not in our interest. If. ... If. a certain situation arises with the horsemen-" she shook her head, realising this was crazy. "I will honour you a favour, if in turn you leave the students alone."
The frost demon wasn't expecting a positive response to her offer, but it spoke of her priorities.
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