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 Posted: Mon Aug 30, 2010 1:11 pm
Emily simply drew the knife she had been holding in her bra and held it to Rune's neck. "I'm sorry sweetheart, but the only threat out here tonight is me." She sick in a soft cooing voice, stroking the boy's hair with her spare hand. "Come on out doctor. I've got him."
Dr. Warwick stepped out from behind a nearby tree and started to clap his hands. "Excellent Ms. Lancaster, you really do know how to do your job." Finding the sedative in his coat pocket, he stepped the the boy and gave a sharktoothed grin as he grbbed hold of Rune's arm. "Start counting backwards from 100." He laughed, forcing the injection into the vein to put the boy to sleep.
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Posted: Mon Aug 30, 2010 2:15 pm
" What did you..." Stunned he stared at the needle in his arm, not seeming to understand what was happening. A drug? his eyes rolled back in his head as the injection hit his system, his soul rageing as it tried to free itself from his body.. but it was day, and he lacked the energy or control it took to day-walk with the drug in him. Diz, screeching, jumped at Warwick.. biting and scratching at the doctors shoulder.
" Give me control, I'll stop this." Rune blinked, finding himself in a dark room.. with another him. this one looked almost cruel, his eyes colder and his fangs showing openly as he spoke. He knew him.. " You will hurt people." " Only a few.." No remorse in that statement, just a smirk as his soul offered its hand. This was a mistake.. giving that side of himself freedom.. but if it would help him escape this trap, so be it. Their hands met and his soul started to laugh, the darkness around them shattering. " Finally.."
A second pulse started, his body system shutting down entirely as his soul took over his shell.. his head jerking up and eyes snapping open as he snarled at Warwick, his teeth slightly fanged. Knocking Emily away from him he ignored the resulting cut on his upper neck from the knife, swinging his fist at the doctor with animalistic rage.
(( forgive the long post, had to add some conflict in here))
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Posted: Mon Aug 30, 2010 4:12 pm
((Tis cool yo))
The fist collided with the doctor's chest and knocked him back quite a ways, leaving him a bit stunned. "Ah, you're a fighter. Splendid." He said with a cold grin on his face, pressing a small button on his cane and turning it to a sword. There he stood, waiting for the boy to make the first move. "Yes, your genes will do well."
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Posted: Mon Aug 30, 2010 5:18 pm
Asher spotted Rune and Dr. Warwick, the Grey Hound shifting into a pit bull and launching itself at Dr. Warwick's back. She could already see Diz going after the doctor and she felt a sudden respect to the monkey, attacking the man like that. Asher leaped away from him, skidding to a halt close to Rune and growled. Asher shifted again, this time into a German Shepard, baring her fangs.
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Posted: Mon Aug 30, 2010 5:53 pm
Ruin ( Rune's soul) paused, glanceing at the shifter as he felt a faint recognition. his body Rune knew this one, and seeing as she was attacking his enemy.. that bumped her up to alley for this pow wow. Falling into a relaxed pose he smirked at Warwick, museing dryly. " It seems i've got the numbers.. Explain why you trapped my body."
Diz, seeing the calvery was here, lept away as well.. raceing to Asher's side and climbing onto her back, petting her head soothingly. He knew the difference between Ruin and Rune, and while Ruin would protect him.. it did not make him nice to other creatures.
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Posted: Mon Aug 30, 2010 6:13 pm
Asher shifted again, into her human form. Pulling knives from a holster she wore around her thigh, she poised them between her fingers and grinned. Asher was renowned amongst the Dire Wolves for her accuracy with her knives. She never missed. "Hey, Dizzy," she said to the monkey, "truce for now, okay? We can fight it out over Rune later. How's that sound?" Her tone was light and playful, but her eyes were dead serious, never leaving Dr. Warwick. Well, if the s**t hits the fan, I could always use my true Dire form...
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Posted: Mon Aug 30, 2010 6:20 pm
Warwick got up from where he had been knocked down and brushed off some dirt. "Well, if you must know. I need the...erm. DNA of a Male Strigoii. And lo and behold, you are one." God, he was a mess now. All this fighting was not good for a man of his age. "Now then, if you will just come with me. This can be done quickly and painlessly eh?"
"Yes lets go Rune. I would like to get to spend more time with you." Whispered Emily, grabbing hold of Rune's arm lightly, knife still in hand in case he tried to knock her again.
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Posted: Mon Aug 30, 2010 6:34 pm
" Rune's takeing a little nap.. you'll have to go damn some other poor fool, Siren." Jerking his arm out of her grasp with open disdain, Ruin simply turned a deaf ear to the traitor.. takeing a moment to simply enjoy his freedom as he studied the man. it was all thanks to him, that drug knocked Rune out cold and let him take control. Rubbing his chin he studied Warwick, asking thoughtfully. " Explain Strigoii to me, is that why i am paired to this weak body?"
Diz, ending up on her shoulder through her shift, pet her hair nervously.. makeing a quiet 'uh huh' sound as he eyed Ruin carefully.
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Posted: Mon Aug 30, 2010 6:39 pm
Warwick got an idea and smiled at Rune. "Why yes, that is in fact why you are paired with him. And the body is quite weak." The doctor shook his head. "A man like you deserves the body of a god. Maybe we can make a little trade no? Let me take some of your fluids, and in return, I will give you a viral injection that could increase the strength of your body ten-fold. Among other procedures if you wanted. What do you say?"
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Posted: Mon Aug 30, 2010 7:29 pm
Asher scoffed. "Oh, please," she said, "you're how old?" She turned to Rune's body, keeping Emily and Dr. Warwick within her peripheral vision. "When I was your age, I was weak." True, Asher was only twenty-two, but she had a point to make. "Hell, even now I'm still growing stronger. You can't expect to have the 'body of a god' like this weirdo says when you still got growing to do. You're greatly underestimating yourself, my friend. Besides," Asher narrowed her eyes at Warwick, "he just drugged you. You honestly trust this freak to inject you with more weird s**t?"
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Posted: Mon Aug 30, 2010 7:47 pm
" Sounds like a deal. i dont need godhood, just something stronger." Turning his head to the side he spoke quietly to Asher. " Take care of Diz.. and do not assume to know me. you know Rune, who is not here at the moment." He did not mind the little beast.. like Rune, he had a soft spot for it, but he had no intention of keeping it near him while he was in the company of Warwick. Steping forward he gestured with his hand, adding thoughtfully. " Dont wory, wolf, Rune wont die.. this guy needs something from us, and i have years to make up for the hell Rune put me in. lead the way.. Doctor, is it?"
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Posted: Mon Aug 30, 2010 8:08 pm
"Very well," she sighed, shrugging her shoulders. There wasn't much convincing Asher could do, really. Especially if he'd already made up his mind. "Come on, Dizzy. Don't worry about Rune." Shifting back into her Grey Hound form, Asher paused momentarily to study the group. She didn't want to leave, but if whoever it was in Rune's body said he wouldn't die, she had to trust him. Turning towards the direction of Cirque de Noir, Asher took off at a trot.
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Posted: Mon Aug 30, 2010 8:14 pm
"Please, call me Warwick." He insisted, leading the man out to a clearing where the Asylum jeep was parked. Taking his seat in the drivers spot, he motioned for Rune to come sit next to him. Emily moved to the back, delighted that she was soon to be free. With not another word, the doctor started up the engine and drove them back to the Asylum.
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Posted: Wed Sep 08, 2010 3:35 pm
Thais wandered near the place that was teeming with patrons. At first, she watched from distant shadows, inspecting it with her hands in the pockets of her sleek leather jacket. The buckle around the collar of her jacket tinkled in the breeze. She quickly ran her fingers through her hair. She started walking in closer toward the crowds. The scent of circus food found its way into her nose, teasing her. Her boots thudded against the ground melodically. They were foreign against her feet. Most of her journey had been made barefooted. Where she came from, most people didn't wear shoes or boots. Her eyes made their way around the crowd, eying the patrons. She was looking for a food stand. She hadn't eaten in days.
Thais pulled a golden flask out of an inside pocket of her leather jacket. She swallowed the remaining water and made her way to find a drinking station to refill it for her next journey.
Thais gawked at the people that walked around here. She tasted the air. It was stale on her tongue. A mixture of dust, food seasonings, and sweet sweat. She watched as an arrogant man eyed her walking by. Her head inclined in frustration and her eyes narrowed. He was a pompous man. He appeared to have some money by the state of his clothes.
As she walked by, the man slapped her bum. She stopped in her tracks, closing her eyes, and sighing. Thais turned to face him. She smiled kindly, her eyes still closed. They slit open a fraction and she glared, still grinning. He laughed to his friends and they continued to speak in a tongue she could not interpret. He was big, but not that big. She could take him... maybe. Whatever.
She lunged at him, her feet falling on a band around his waist, knees landing somewhere in his chest. His smile had gone and he tipped backward onto the ground, her still atop. Her thin fingers grasped his fat neck, his face red and startled, but not afraid. He flipped her over, easily. She landed on hard ground, dirtying the back of her jacket, her small pack lay close. He spoke again, menacingly in her ear, still incomprehensible. She struggled against his weight, he had pinned both arms down. She would attempt the Come Around trick. She pretended someone was coming around his side and she gasped, looking over his right shoulder. As he glance in the general direction, she released her arm and punched him square in the face. He fell on his back. She jumped onto him again and punched him several more times.
"How much do you really want it, pally?" she said before continuing his beating.
Thais could see when he was no longer struggling. He was beaten, but not dead. She didn't like the idea of killing. She sat up, still straddling him, and she caught a breath of fresh air from high over her head, eyes closed. In a second she was re-alerted to the fact that there was a ring of people around her, her sense of sound came back to her, her eyesight was no longer red, and her parasympathetic nervous system started working on calming her nerves. She became aware of a stream of blood running from her narrow nose. She sniffled and nonchalantly slid off the man, picked up her pack, and she took off down a clearing of people. There would be no staying here tonight. She would travel onward and find a new coven to lay her head tonight.
**edit**
{[OOC: Sorry so long!]}
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Posted: Thu Sep 09, 2010 5:42 pm
-Simone Von Isa walked into Cirque De Noir and looked around for the Ring master-
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