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 Posted: Sun Nov 16, 2008 1:35 pm
Iden waited just long enough for the man to turn his back, then he pulled out the 1911, and squeezed off a single shot. It was a .45 calibre brain surgery right there, that drilled the poor sod through the skull.
Job's done.
He turned, and began towards the door. He needed some air...the twitch was getting worse.
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Posted: Sun Nov 16, 2008 1:39 pm
*Mathieu smirked as the shot rang out, letting Iden walk away. He went upstairs to the top cabin whiel Iden sought air. Things were going as planned. As long as Iden didnt do anything foolish for the rest of the voyage, he woudl be led into the warehouse at Duba when the ship sailed right to dock there, the crates being unloaded as usual*
Welcome to Saudi Arabia. Again.
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Posted: Sun Nov 16, 2008 2:00 pm
Iden went to the aft of the ship to watch the sea.
A few seconds after Mathieu had retired to the top cabin, Iden broke into a broad smirk.
A few seconds later, an osprey flew away, with a small yellow grip held in its talons. 'Twas a matter of seconds until both vessels went up in a massive blast, that would exterminate all aboard.
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Posted: Sun Nov 16, 2008 2:08 pm
*The explosion was suitably noisy, blocking any sound other than it and the windin his ears from being heard. Which meant he was unlikely to hear the soft flap of wings behind him, or see the Eagle Owl until it was on him, talons spread forward to rake and grab, reaching out to tear Iden's wings*
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Posted: Sun Nov 16, 2008 2:21 pm
The boats blew up. That made Iden feel a WHOLE lot better. He DIDN'T like the sudden strike that dropped from seemingly nowhere. He only had the most brief of warnings, and he wheeled around. It was too late to avoid the strike, sadly, but it was not instantly lethal. Iden swore.
:: I'm not surprised. ::
Iden's wings folded, and he dove straight for the water.
It was the osprey's specialty. They were meant for diving at high speeds and skimming the water. All he needed was the speed advantage.
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Posted: Sun Nov 16, 2008 2:25 pm
*The owl plunged after him, changing with DISTURBING speed as it hit the water to an eel, the sudden discharge it let off after a few wriggles down after Iden enough to stun him, by rights*
.: The Family wants you back, Iden.... you got your target, but this is not the end of it. You wont ever win the war against the Sabbat, you'd be better off coming back where you belong. :.
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Posted: Sun Nov 16, 2008 2:33 pm
Iden wasn't going for the kill. Not yet. He was skimming just over the water. The shock came as an alarming one...but Iden plowed full on into the waves, already shifting to something bigger and meaner than a measly little eel.
Great White Shark. King of the seas. And Iden had the scent of his prey. Not a goddamn chance was he letting this one go...too much bloodlust was plaguing his mind. It was a single devotion to this individual's extinction.
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Posted: Sun Nov 16, 2008 2:38 pm
*Another change. This time? Dolphin. Echo locating blips plagued all around Iden as Matheiu turned in the water and dived skillfully along his flank, avoiding his teeth, high pitched chatter ringing through the water... and it was answered.
As Mathieu darted along, diving in and out of the waves, more dolphins came to join him. And they were NOT pleased to see a shark. Matheiu blended in with them, the pod turning and ramming the great white shark, attacking him mercilessly with their bony noses*
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Posted: Sun Nov 16, 2008 2:45 pm
:: You wanna play this way? Fine. Die like Liela did. ::
Iden was tired of playing games. He was done with restraint, done with trying to hold something back when he needed it here and now.
His body reverted to human rapidly. And the change in demeanor was instantaneous. He was being shrouded not by shadows, but by something. About his form, the water was beginning to change...to curdle. It was more than enough to make the natural dolphins flee...though they wouldn't get far. Iden was tired, angry, and succumbing to his own need for violence incarnate. They WOULD die. The water was congealing to block them all in, dolphins and dead men alike.
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Posted: Sun Nov 16, 2008 2:48 pm
*Mathieu fled. Or at least, initially tried to swim away. When that didnt work, he broke for the surface, only to be blocked in again.
Whirling in a rage, he savaged two other dolphins, obscuring the water with blood.*
.: You're good kid... real good. But I mean it... it wont EVER be over. Not while you work for that hellbitch. :.
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Posted: Sun Nov 16, 2008 3:27 pm
:: It'll be over. When you and your ilk wind up in hell where you belong. ::
It was spoken to no one in particular...after the mess was done. Iden knew he had gotten away. Iden knew it, and was raging over it. But it didn't change the facts.
So it was an extremely displeased Brujah that made the long, unpleasant flight to Egypt. He was sour, through his checking out of the hotel, gathering his things, taking the flight...all in all, Iden was in a horrid mood. Incredibly horrid.
A week later, he was on board a plane for home. He had taken a bit of a detour, chosing to fly to the US somewhere along the line. No word, no forewarning, no explanation. He just did it.
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Posted: Mon Dec 01, 2008 4:12 pm
~ South Africa, Angola Region, Near Lubango province~
*The cave was cool and dark, despite the midday heat and humidity outside. Water dripped off unseen rock shelves into anonymous pools, the sigh of death quieting the place.
No insects or bats hummed here, though if one looked closely enough, there WERE about four massive bats clinging to the barely illuminated cielings, light reflecting off the white and uneven surface of the floor to cast at least some form of light above.
The white, was bones. Elephant bones. The cave was big enough for about three of the massive creatures to fit into easily, and clearly the species had been coming here to die for CENTRUIES, leaving behind that old bone smell that was so unique to graveyards everywhere.
And yet, someone had been here. Someone had disturbed this quiet place of reverance and profaned it. Where the cool calm should have spoken of stately death, it instead reeked of evil. In the center of the cave, where the bones were thickest, some crazed maniac had sculpted the massive bones into, quite frankly, a house of BDSM and torture. THough every rack and vice was made of bone rather than steel, there was NO doubting what this space was now for, no denying the blood already spilled on the floor. And no denying who had crafted it. Ice Anon, the Syn Deciet.
And he was bringing his latest toy here. Iden. WHo had so foolishly volunteered and even disarmed himself to be brought here.
Ice stepped out of the shadows, dragging Iden with him, and watched to see the neonate's reaction*
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Posted: Mon Dec 01, 2008 4:27 pm
As a whole, Iden's reaction was neutral. He was keeping his cool, for the moment, and trying his damn best to avoid letting too much slip. He didn't like where he was, though...the boy was incredibly tense, and his eyes darted from device to device, his mind already putting together what was what.
Altogether, it was not a pleasant place to be welcomed into. Iden was beginning to wish he hadn't discarded his AM bullet.
Cheerful....very...fitting place for you, I think...
The dry tone Iden took was a defense mechanism. Sarcasm, when faced with bad things...and this was bad things in spades.
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Posted: Mon Dec 01, 2008 4:39 pm
*Ice stepped behind Iden, laying his hands on the boys' shoulders, trailing them down to his chest. At his current form, Ice was just shy of 7 foot, towering over his intended victim*
Im glad you approve...
*His voice held its usual lilt of malignant cheerfulness, but now it was more pronounced. More directed, and Iden was in trouble.
Sharp claws raked back upwards, tearing Iden's shirt from navel to shoulders before Ice wrenched the shredded material off him, baring the boy from his waist up.
A cold tongue pressed against his back as Ice dipped his head to lick from shoulder blades to the nape of the younger cainites neck, enjoying himself immensley just in these simple toches KNOWING they would disgust Iden and chill him to his core. After all... this was the forerunner.*
Wanna choose what I get to do to you? Or shall we just play roulette and see where we end up, handsome?
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Posted: Mon Dec 01, 2008 4:43 pm
Iden's eyes clenched shut, and it took a great deal of self restraint for him to not throw a punch, then and there. But it would only make things worse, and he knew it. So he stood, tense as hell, and stock still.
I s'pose you letting me go to WALK home is out of the question...
Once again, a dry, bland attempt at graveyard humor. It wasn't helping by much, but it kept him from thinking about his predicament TOO much.
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