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Posted: Mon Sep 08, 2008 2:05 pm
Malice would wait a few silent moments after being addressed, before he would turn his body to face Lucind directly, turning his attention away from the helicopter. He would let his sword hang a little lower, the tip barely scratching the dirt.
The grass within a foot or so around him would quickly brown, crinkle, and die.
"wwWhhaat ddooo iIi wwwaanntt? iiIii... iiIii..."
...
"iiIii hhhuunnngeerrrr sssooo..."
He would begin to take a step forward, though still some distance from Lucind, but he seemed to hesitate, and return his foot to where it once was.
"iiIii wwwaannnt thhoosse drrraaggoonnnss. iiIii wwwaasss ccoommiinng ttoo fffiinniisshh ooffff thheee sssuurrviivoorrsss aaannnd ccaapttuurre thhee sssaallaammaanndeerrr... bbuutt... nnnoowww iIi hhuunnggeerrr fffoorrr thhoosse drraaggonnnss iiinnssteeaad."
Malice would turn to gaze at the helicopter, and seemed to be looking around for something, like something he was trying to see that his line of vision was being obstructed. Like he had just lost something.
Seemingly giving up, he turned once more to Lucind. "trRraannsspoorrtt... wwwiillll iitt brriinng mmmeee thheerrre? iiIii... hhhuunnngeerrr..."
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Hitting the call button on his intercom, John would voice to Lucind. "Ah... we're not actually going to let him tag along with us, right? He's one of the enemy, so shouldn't we just put a bullet in his head and be done with it?"
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Posted: Mon Sep 08, 2008 2:35 pm
[you're one creepy mother ********, malice.]
He thought to himself a moment, then shrugged. "You can tell me what your abilities are on the way to my bike. I should check in on John before I go.
"I suppose he'll get my message inevitably. Hope he doesn't mind."
Shrugging, unaware to the unfolding scene a few hundred feet away, Quinn turned on heel and proceeded to walk to the door. Sliding the comm device back into his helmet, the helmet was returned to his head.
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Posted: Mon Sep 08, 2008 3:05 pm
It had only just begun, but Lucind already considered this to be one of the weirdest conversations this year.
Her voice even seemed to soften a wee bit when she answered this time, keeping the speaking button of the comm pressed so John would be able to listen.
"Okay, just to make sure I get this right: you want to eat the dragons?"
Why did she feel like she was talking to a child? (A dangerous child, for sure, but still...)
"And no, right now, this helicopter won't go anywhere. Plus, truth to be told, I couldn't allow you to just go and harm those dragons, nor one of the people traveling with them, anyway."
Why was he left wandering around alone? Had Victor - or Ra'kar? - just lost interest in him? Honestly, he wasn't to be underestimated. Yet, Lucind doubted he alone was able to snatch Sunstrike.
"How about that: we find you something else to sate your hunger.
And no, that won't include this man here or me.
What about...sea food?"
Lucind supposed that, if he this dark guy really craved for getting a good bite of the dragons, or of their brains or whatever, then because it might be able to elicit additional energy or otherwise heightened abilities. Which again left her wondering if any food he got just worked as a power boost - which would grade her idea to present him some big fish being not so recommendable.
Lifting the walkie talkie to her mouth she almost grinned - but just almost - when saying to John while never taking her eyes off of Malice: "To come back to your question: go and try it. But don't say I didn't warn you if it makes him a little disgruntled."
"By the way." The Siren returned to address the swordsman.
"What is your name?"
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Posted: Mon Sep 08, 2008 6:26 pm
Stephen nodded. Plenty of time to go into personal details on the way. "All right. Let's do this then." He fixed his gloves for a moment more out of nervous habit than anything, then straightened his signature red jacket. He started to follow Quinn out the door. Before leaving he stopped for a moment and blinked. He looked down quietly for a second before turning back around. He walked over to the table and got a piece of blank paper, from which he ripped a small section out of. With a pencil, he quietly wrote something down. He then crossed over to Maximos. He was in the middle of a conversation, so he wanted to make his interruption as short as possible. "Max." He would then hand Max the folded piece of paper, quietly put his hand on the man's shoulder, then turn to walk out after Quinn.
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Posted: Mon Sep 08, 2008 6:50 pm
The walk to the bike wasn't all that far. It was maybe 30 feet away from the building.
The bike itself was 8 feet in length, was a deep blue and black in coloration, and had multiple compartments along it's long frame. Two seats adorned it, the first of which Quinn mounted before turning the bike on. He would opt for the wheels instead of the bikes' hovering capabilities.
As he awaited Stephen to get on the passenger seat, he leaned up and grasped at his old dog tags, four sets of them for each of his stints in the military.
Contemplative for a moment, he decided that he would get closer to the man. "So you have a daughter?" he asked, smiling within the helmet, his voice really only transmitted through a speaking device which made it sound like Stephen was listening to someone through a walkie talkie.
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Posted: Mon Sep 08, 2008 10:10 pm
Once more, the swordsman would wait awkwardly for a few moments, as if running through what the woman had said to him in his head. "yyyyy... yyYyeeesss..." he would respond to the woman's first question. He would take a full step forward now, but only one. The tip of the sword would drag along by his side, the path of dead grass following in his wake, or lack thereof. "ttTrrraavveelll...? ttTrrraavveelll... wwwheerrre?" he responded to her explanation. He would casually bring his left hand up to his face, running his fingertips casually down the side of his cheek and across his lips. "ssSseeeaa... iiIii ssseeee fffoooood..." he responded, casually lifting his hand from his face and pointing in the general direction of the Firebrand, a mile away and out of sight. If she had any sort of connection to it or supernatural awareness of her surroundings, Lucind would see he would be pointing EXACTLY at the Firebrand. "yyYyeeessss... bbrrriiinnngg mmmeeee ooonnnne. iiIii hhuuunnggeerrr..."For the very last inquiry, the swordsman would respond, "iiIii... iiIii aaammm mmMaallliicce... iiIimmmoorrttaalll ssSswwoorrdssmmaann ooofff thheee cuuursssedd ssswwooorrrd cCrrruuooorrriiisss... aaannnd iIi hhuunnggeerrr sssooo..."------------------------ While the two talked, John hit the message button on his comm link, hearing the message Quinn had left earlier. Somhairle "Alpha 4-9," he stated, which began a recording. "Hey John, Quinn, just checking in. Make contact when you're done talking with Lucind. I'm leaving in time minus ten minutes, over and out. Alpha 3-9." Message send, Quinn mounted his bike and waited for anyone else who wanted to join. "Hey, Lucind, I'm gonna give Quinn the heads up on what's going on, in case the s**t hits the fan, yeah? He wanted me to let him know our status anyways." She seemed to believe that just shooting this a*****e wasn't going to accomplish much, so he wanted to make sure she didn't believe if anyone showed up it would complicate things, if they were that delicate. She seemed to know what was going on a lot more than he did. John began to calculate the amount of time it would take to get the helicopter airborne in a pinch, just in case.
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Posted: Mon Sep 08, 2008 10:39 pm
Stephen walked out to the bike, looking at the machine with a boyish smile on his face. He had a soft spot for machines, even though he wasn't exactly a fanatic - he knew what he liked, and thats all that mattered. "Nice ride." he said cheekily, as he climbed onto the passenger seat. He shifted his weight as he got himself organized on the bike, making sure he wasn't going to fall off at random.
"Yeah. I've got a daughter." he said. "I'd do one of those movie moments where the guy flashes the picture of his family, but I don't have one on me. Besides, they're usually the ones to die, so I'll just stick with telling you about her and kicking a** when we get there. Good enough?" he said to Quinn amiably.
There wasn't really much reason to be happy or upbeat, but that attitude tended to keep people sane on the battlefield. With so much seriousness, cracking jokes and acting positive even in the face of sheer hell was all that kept most people from blowing themselves away from the stress. The man was empathic, so he fed off other peoples emotions and reading people for their feelings. He wanted them to feel better despite the stress, and so he did what he could.
God knows they'd need it.
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Posted: Tue Sep 09, 2008 12:11 am
"Alright, John. - I still plan to take the Hummer...whenever I manage to get our friend here distracted or find someone else who can keep an eye on him..or both."
"What...ah, no. Listen, Malice, I meant food from the sea - as in, anything else than dragons or one of my friends. Besides, walking into the tavern is something I can't recommend, unless you wish to be attacked from around ten more than competent fighters." There was still quite some distance between them, but Lucind was aware of the withering effect the man's sword had on the grass.
Usually, she didn't have any farsight, still she knew very well what he was pointing at.
"You know, I could get you really big fish from the sea. Delicious ones. Shiny ones."
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Posted: Tue Sep 09, 2008 3:28 am
"later...."
Now that was real. Maximos caught it and held it close with a smile. Later. And later it would be. He didnt say, anything other than to look her in the eyes and give a quiet nod. When she was ready, he would be waiting.
"Max."
His head turned automatically to face the sound. And then a note was offered him, automatically he accepted it. He didnt even offer a second thought to the pat on his shoulder. His eyes met Stephen's with a bright smile. But...something was off about Mr. Lasanti. He couldnt quite place it, but before he could ask Stephen was gone.
He would of course wait until Stephen had left before opening the note.
And then he froze.
In an instant Maximos felt a tremendous weight on his shoulders. His mind split, one half said to accept, the other said to run out side and toss it back at Stephen. People die everyday, what makes this one little girl so special? He didnt even know her full name! Why should he go out of his way to protect...
Teira.
A lost girl on the edge of existence. A stranger given a new life, a new family. She had shown him a sort of warmth he was previously trying to let go. And now where was she? Lost to an enemy that was never even his fight to begin with.
He had been a good sport about it all, but with the idea of a new addition his calmness, his composure teetered now on a knifes edge. His eyes shut. Memories swirled through his mind, he hadnt known her that long, but long enough. And it was the kind of love he knew had placed this note into his hands.
Where would he go, what would he do ?
Slowly his eyes opened and he caught something new.
If something happens, take care of her for me.
If. Something happens. If. Nothing was sealed in stone, Stephen was not dead. Or dying. A wise friend of Maximos' once told him he needed to look at the positive, the good side of things. Maximos needed faith in his friend. He folded the note shut and slid it into his back pocket, his smile slowly found his way back. And he turned, making his way to the bar and ordering fresh tea.
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Posted: Tue Sep 09, 2008 4:55 am
With a couple of sniffles and a swipe of her satin wrapped hands across her cheeks Rae was well on her way to getting back to being the tough lady that she pretended to be xp reputations to uphold and all that!
She couldn't help but to pear around Maxi's, curiosity being a big part of a Raven's nature and all that, but she didn't know the man who handed him the note, and she was too polite to start pying into Maximos's private affairs... at least at the moment...
She hopped back up on the bar, with a slight wince as her arms protested the strain of her own slight weight, wondering how long it would take them to heal anyhow. Kicking her heals she looked at the rest of the stragglers in the bar, idly wondering what they all did when they were not facing the end of the world.
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Posted: Tue Sep 09, 2008 5:02 am
Not 20 minutes upstairs and already Damion had found his way into a room and into the realm of sleep, his head laying flat ontop of his book in an odd splayed out position on his chosen bed. Motionless but for the steady lifting of his body with each breath and his right foot twitching. Though he looked peaceful enough, Damion's dreamland was far from peaceful at the moment....
He crouched over the next body, his clawed hands pinning the shrieking male child to the ground as his head ducked down towards it's wiggling stomach. For amoment, there was resistance as fang pressed to clothe and flesh before the dryness of said clothe was replaced by the coppery flavor of blood. If the shrieking had been loud before, it was only increased tenfold by the inclusion of this eviceration.
To bad it was lost amongst the multitude of other screams that rose from the burning village, humans and demons running about in chaos, the latter chasing the former with very clear intentions. Damion didn't waste time to think about such things however, preffering to finish off his snack. His neck and jaw muscles flexed as he began to chew and shake, trying to tear free the bit of intestines and human flesh he had managed to grab.
With a sound roughly akin to clothe ripping, He got his tasty treat free, quickly ripping it into more managable peices by chewing. Normally, this would disgust the Human, but oddly enough it was far more appetizing than it should have been. Nothing else struck Damion as wrong, not his claws, not his fangs or the fact that he recognized the village he was....well...that wasn't right. Now he noticed how wrong everything seemed, as the Demons of the island began to circle around him with their various meals held in appendages not meant for gentle motions.
"One of us! One of us! One of us!"
A Chant, not unlike what one would expect from a schoolyard group or cult, complete with the lifting of their Grisly prizes in the air, blood still dripping from ligaments and rent torsos. He could feel the blood of the boy child still at his feet running down his face and chest. It was disgusting yet....felt sooooo right...
With a sudden surge of strength, the creature that held Damion's mind screamed to the sky, accepting the monsters around it, rejoicing in their praise, while in the real world.....
While in the real world, Damion awoke screaming bloody murder, rolling out of his bed with a thump as he thrashed, trying to make sense of his location, trying to make sense of anything! It didn't take long for the earth elemental to realise where he was, that he wasn't home, that no blood stained his skin or clothes, just sweat, and that it had been one ******** up nightmare, but only that. a Nightmare.
That didn't alleviate his fear, or his thundering heart however. He was still caught up in the dream with adrenaline racing through his veins. His feet carried him from his room and into the hallway hurriedly, fear driving sore muscles.
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Posted: Tue Sep 09, 2008 8:30 am
Quinn grinned under his helmet at the compliment to his bike. It was his pride and joy, a wonderful little invention that kept him entertained. Reaching forward and grasping the handlebars, he revved for a moment to be impressive. Turning his head to look over his shoulder as the man talked, he nodded at his words, finding himself in bemused agreement.
"My friend, if this fight wasn't for your little girl and everyone else, I would risk being called a hypocrite to call you a fool for being here. I'm glad I'll be fighting alongside a fellow father who understands the levity of the situation," he spoke, quickly and concisely. So far he liked Stephen, as the two seemed relatively similar.
Turning back, the two were very suddenly driving. Quinn didn't like giving warnings, as he felt the surprise burst of speed would be plenty more fun should the person not be ready for it.
"I'm turning off my outside comm so I can talk to Katie, so you hold tight and," he chuckled to himself before continuing, "and you just have yourself a bloody good time!"
"Alpha 5-9."
The comm now off, Quinn took a moment, as he had something weighing heavily on his mind that he had to talk to Katie about. He had a feeling he knew what Stephen had done back there. It was something he did before a mission in his younger days: talk to his superior, tell him to take care of his family. But he had nothing anymore, he was empty and broken.
"Alpha 6-9."
Communication to Katie now open, he took another second before speaking.
["...Katie. Katie, this is, uh, this is Quinn."]
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Posted: Tue Sep 09, 2008 9:29 am
"Alright..." John spoke to himself, nodding to no one in particular, reaching up and hitting the button for his comm. "Quinn, you there? ... Quinn? Copy if you hear me."
Well, s**t. He turned off his comm. What, it had only been a minute, and he already gave up on a response? Lazy b*****d. "Alpha 4-9..." he stated, to leave a recording of his own.
"Quinn, John. Some creepy ******** showed up and Lucind seems to be trying to deter him from going to that tavern. He's one of the baddies, but she seems to think just gunning him down ain't gonna work. Wanna head over for backup? Over and out. Alpha 3-9."
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"yyYoouuu sssaaiiidd thheee trraannssspoorrtt wwwiilllll nnnoott ggoooo wwwheerrre iIi deeesssiirrre... thHeennnn teeelllll mmmeee wwheerrre."
He would lift up his sword into the sky, light from whatever source in the sky shining off of it... before he would bend his arm and place it into the sheathe on his back.
"aaAnnniimmmaallss aaarrre hhaarrddllyy sssaattiiisssffyyiinngg. iiIi hhuunnggeerrr fffoorrr thhooosse iiinnn mmmyyy ooowwnnn iiimmaaage... ooorrr othheerrrr beeiiinnggsss oofff eeequuaaall pooowweerrr. bBuutt aaarrre yyyoouurr 'ffiiighhtteerrsss' rrreecoovveerreed eennoouugghh ttooo fffeennd mmeee ooffffff?"
Malice would bring his left hand to his face once more, but this time, he would bite down on his index finger immediately after the first knuckle. With a sharp tearing motion with his head and a yank of his hand, he would flense the flesh and tissue from his finger almost completely, leaving just a bloody bone on his wake. Reaching over with his right hand, he would grip his bloody bone of a finger, and in a quick snap, would break it off clean from his hand.
During this, there would be no indication of pain whatsoever.
He would suddenly raise his right right hand, boney digit caught between his index finger and thumb... and fling it right at the window of the Chinook. John would fall back as the boney finger impaled itself through the thick glass of the vehicle; not penetrating it completely, but it came to rest within the window ********!" John would exclaim, sprawled on his back on the floor of the cockpit, eyes wide as plates. Immediately, he would begin to try to raise Quinn again.
Swallowing deep the rended skin and muscle in his mouth, Malice would speak once more.
"tTeelllll mmmeee whhaaat cciiittyy thheeeyyy wweennnt, aaannnd iIi wwwiiillll llleeaaavve uuunnndderr mmmyyy ooowwnnn poowwweerrr. yyYoouuu ccaannn hhaaavve ttiiimmme oonnn yyyoouurrr sssiidde."
Reaching up casually, he would unsheathe his sword with his right hand and lower it to his side once more. The flesh around his bloody would would start to bubble like a chemical reaction in a science lab.
"ooOhh, aaannnd bbeee hhhoonneessst nnnoowww. thHeerrre iiissss oonnnlllyy ccceerrrttaaiinnn ccciiittiieesss iiinnnn thhaaat ddiirreeccttiioonnn."
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Posted: Tue Sep 09, 2008 12:41 pm
"John, take a weapon - something with hollow point bullets if possible, anything with stopping force that doesn't necessarily penetrate. Retreat. Don't turn your back on him. Or...maybe you could take the Hummer."
Lucind's expression was as neutral as before - inwardly, she was losing patience. Aside from that, she'd just decided to get a replacement weapon until she had her own back.
"Malice, this is not leading anywhere.
What does it earn you anyway, going after us? If it's just about food, well, we could talk about that.
Either way...
I won't tell you the city's name.
Period."
With that, she started walking away, a low, archaic tune on her lips.
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Posted: Tue Sep 09, 2008 1:01 pm
And with that, Malice would begin to follow Lucind. Not hurrying to catch her, but rather, keeping pace with her.
Meanwhile, John was getting ready to jump ship so-to-speak, when he saw where Malice had gone. Grabbing such a weapon, he would wait a few moments, before pulling open the sliding door the coptor's cockpit and hop out, watching the man stalk the woman along the path they travelled, debating on whether he should leave the copter behind or not to follow.
((Feel free to pick up John again, Quinn, since I'm not familiar enough with military technology to arm him appropriately.))
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