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 Posted: Mon Dec 29, 2008 4:30 pm
*Roan was chuckling as the phone clicked off. Javos, for his part, was still out like a log, and was likely to be so for the next 24, minimum. A sign of JUST how worn out and tired he was, just how wrecked, was the fact that he shifted to cat form IN HIS SLEEP. His body was trying to heal with minimum effort, so he could simply sleep off the damage, sleep off the trauma*
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Posted: Tue Dec 30, 2008 6:04 am
Meanwhile, back at the plant the collective tainted beings that Iden and Javos had managed to escape mused among themselves. In Iden's retreat, the one disguised as Raoul moved to the windows, arms folded at the small of his back, eyes watching the Cainite take his leave.
"Zhat vent rathzer vell indeed...."
Now Raoul, was not known to be German. As the facade gradually melted away however. Flesh twisting and writhing, bone cracking and growing, the creature that now stood in 'Raoul's' place, was known to be as such.
"Gluckwunsche! Zhe zilly little man with zhe Bambo vetish vill take back vith him zhe.... 'Evidenze'.... Und zhen. Our planz can move vorward."
The dark crimson cloaked figure then turned on his heels, golden locks whipping with the motion beneath his wide brimmed hat, one saphire eye locked on the collective in the office. It didn't take long however, for one of those present, to correct the German's faulty knowledge of cinema, and its characters. To which the Major only scoffed, uncaring.
Lifting his right hand from within the cloak enough for a gloved index finger to be exposed, Gunther redirected his eye to the odd little spirit that crept out onto his fingertip. A spider, though its body looked to be covered by a dimly glowing circuit board type of design. A Net-spider, one of the Weaver spirits.
"Zhe mazter vill indeed be pleazed. I am however dizzapointed zhat zhe little runt didn't go ahead vith hiz air raid vonze clear. I've never had zhe chanze to try und manipulate zhe more advanzed bomberz ov zhiz era."
Suddenly, there was a loud, metalic thunk, as a second cloaked figure landed on the balcony behind Gunther, 50. rifle slung over his shoulder. Migel.
"Even if not, they wouldn't have gotten within range."
Gunther gave an amused chortle at his partner's statement, his having apparently been present on the rooftops the entire time, it seemed.
"Do you zhink Herr Iden vill be in zhe dezert ztill?"
"Awaiting extraction."
With a short, half a breath chuckle, Gunther turned to look at his comrade, then back at the gathered before them.
"Vhat do you zay, Herr Migel?.... Zhey DID do a rathzer good job. Whatz comeing to zhem?..."
Migel only gave a faint, almost barely amused chortle at Gunther's query. It however wasn't delivered as, Gunther asking what they had comeing, but rather, should they GET, whats comeing to them... The next question of course would be, what DID, they have comeing?
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Posted: Tue Dec 30, 2008 6:10 am
Iden smirked. From where he was sitting, Javos made an almost cute sight. Iden couldn't help but smile, just because the offhand glance proved that amusing.
It was a long night, so far, and it didn't look like it would shorten any time soon. The road was monotonous, and were it not for the knowledge of what lay behind them, Iden would have pulled over to wait for extraction a long while ago.
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Posted: Tue Dec 30, 2008 8:46 am
War, what is it good for, absolutely nothing...
I HATE this song... lets try again...
In a distant land,
When blood is power,
Many countries fight,
Between themselves until death.
With the force of battalions,
Kill the bastards of war,
Conjure up Aeons,
to be the guide.
So the battle begins,
Thunder came from the skies.
Creatures born from beyond,
In this war we shall fly.
The hands of the gods,
Hold the power of Vengeance,
In ARMS of steel find Hellish War.
MUCH better.
*Roan looked up from the seat next to Iden, smoke between her lips, feet resting on Javos's sleeping form, the shadows behind her slowly returning to normal.*
Turn left here kid and head for that town. I need some eats before I try another teleport that far. So... hows tricks?
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Posted: Tue Dec 30, 2008 11:55 am
Pissed off and good for another go...this time without worrying about your housecat. I coulda taken' em if I'd not had him to lose.
Iden hardly seemed surprised to find Roan spontaneously next to him in the car. By this point...he'd all but gotten used to people appearing from the strangest times and places to the oddest angles. The shock value had worn off.
He wheeled left, as ordered, while huffing a soft sigh.
Been better, been worse. You sound like you've had some fun yourself.
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Posted: Tue Dec 30, 2008 12:07 pm
Iden, you and a full TEAM couldnt take these bastards down. If anything... you got off LUCKY... and you arent giving this guy any credit.
*She reached down and fondly stroked Javos's ears, elicitng small purring sounds from the dozing cat*
The guys behind this wiped out Corbin AND Seraphim's sensory grids. Stop and THINK about that for a few. They can see and hear in every spectrum known to mankind, PLUS demon sight as well. They can see and smell blood better than sharks, follow auras, trace signatures. Those two are probably the greatest unnatural bloodhounds on the planet and they BLACKED OUT for over 3 seconds. Thats POWER, Iden.
*Again, where there SHOULD have been a look of dread on her face, there was only instead the intense light of a zealot waiting to fight.*
Dont worry... we will have ourselves a glorious war and remind our Nazi friends WHY the west won all those years ago.
I remember the trenches, you know... and those old songs we used to sing... marching on and on to war through foreign lands in glorious uniform, singing for a future we may not see, with our brethren dying around us...
*She laughed, an old and crazed sound that brought with it the smell of mud, humanity, decay and death*
Oh what a hellish war, oh what a rush... I even remember the immortals... such wonderful times we had. ANd somewhere... somewhere very close to our home... somewhere in our lands, there are men who remember it too.... who say these same word sin their heavy accents and reach for that memory like a glittering star. War... we are going to war, my son...
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Posted: Tue Dec 30, 2008 12:11 pm
No, no, not them. I meant the damn shovelheaded t**t I came here for to begin with. ******** the abominations, I don't fancy dealing with THAT mess.
As Roan persisted in her monologue, Iden managed a few glances away from the road, to see Roan's face. Her expression gave him an odd chill, one which he wasn't sure he wanted to mention.
You seem entirely too happy with this setup.
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Posted: Tue Dec 30, 2008 12:20 pm
Ahh, Mathieu. compared to what we face next, he is nothing to concern ourselves with. Only after we are fat and bloated on the blood of the enemy will we worry for him again.
*The light didnt fade from her. She looked so much more alive than usual, better than after draining a room full of kine. It wa slike her veins pulsed with a desire to actually LIVE*
Happy? Iden, I was born to war. From an era where thats all there WAS. It was what we all ate, slept and breathed. I trained with men whose fathers had died as Cavaliers or Roundheads, ran with the houses of York AND Tudor, assaulted the castles, repressed the Welsh, chased down Germans through one war and the next...
We are the Warmongers, Iden. It is the world I know best. Where the only concern is the foe before you, never mind the reasons, never mind the consequence,s there is JUST that moment of bloody struggle, then the next, then the next. One battle into the next, ne emotion into another, with the screams of the dead all around you and pain in yoru gut and THEN I feel alive. THEN I know where I belong.
For one hundred years or more, my masters trained me to fight. And to do nothign else. You never forget your first imprisonment, or what you were trained to do to survive. I LOVE War, Iden, I ADORE it. To me, there is nothing better, no greater declaration of living. When I can, I will eat sleep and breathe it. THIS... is a vacation my son. A moment of joy I wish only to share with you.
*Yup. Zealot.*
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Posted: Tue Dec 30, 2008 12:28 pm
And here I was, damn glad people lightened up from the concept of sacking your neighbor for the fun of it...
Once again, Iden felt a tugging at his person, one which he kept silent about. After Roan's short rant, how COULD he speak his mind on this one? Maybe he'd just been a misanthropic drunk for too long, but heart to heart chats never were his forte.
Whatever. Forgive my culture shock, mate, but I wasn't around when gutting the peasantry was the national sport.
He sounded only slightly bitter about the whole matter. Even then, that little bit of bitterness was well moderated, and kept to himself. He was just trying to keep focus on the road, more than anything else.
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Posted: Tue Dec 30, 2008 12:42 pm
No, you were born into an era of hope. Or optomism. And to a country that had everything its own way, to boot. You were taught to LOVE your fellow man. IWas brought up knowing the quickest way to another mans heart is under the ribs. Im sorry you dont feel as invigorated as I by the co,ing conflict, but I KNOW you also know the consequences for the WORLD if we lose. Look at it that way, and the American dream fits just fine. You get to be a superhero and save the world. You little Clarke Kent you.
*She smiled, the light fading from her slightly, though heat still roiled off her from her blood, her heartbeat an audiable thing*
Pull over near the first group of idiots on camels or donkeys you find. A snatch and run will be fine. Im famished.
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Posted: Tue Dec 30, 2008 12:52 pm
No, I was born into an era where people wrap up all the barbarism they love so dearly, reminiscent of YOUR era, in nice little words and packages so they don't ever have to think about what they're doing. Make another Superman reference and I will honestly shoot you.
NOW Iden was more than a little bitter. He cut himself off before he could go into a full blown, all out rant, fortunately.
As ordered, he kept driving, now keeping silent. He had nothing to say that wouldn't just turn into a pessimistic rant on society and warfare. At sign of some nitwit and his camel...well, vehicular manslaughter would work. Iden didn't feel for getting out of the truck.
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Posted: Tue Dec 30, 2008 1:03 pm
*Sience. Roan would NOT be settling for that. Energy flowed through her constantly at present, like she had ants in her pants.*
So, if you COULD change the world, how would you have it? No war? Love your fellow man?
*As Iden simply steered the truck straight at the first people they found, she leant out the window, claws swiping the only one who managed to dance out the way of the roaring engine behind them. Blood sprayed and she waited for Iden to stop the truck so she could grab the three men and haul em into the truck*
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Posted: Tue Dec 30, 2008 1:12 pm
Aye, silence. It wasn't a question Iden had an answer for. He was pondering one, though. The look on his face, while still neutral, if slightly dour, was contemplative.
The slamming of flesh into the truck was not pleasant, if only for the fact that it slammed the contents of the truck around pretty roughly, just as it did the people on the recieving end. Iden wound up with his head slamming into the steering wheel at one point, though he didn't complain.
Tires ground into the dirt as they came to a halt. He kept his eyes on the road ahead, unconcerned with Roan's feeding habits.
You might want to take it to the truck bed. Cab won't fit them all.
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Posted: Tue Dec 30, 2008 1:15 pm
*Sighing, Roan scowled at him*
I KNOW that.
*She didnt even haul ONE body into the cab in the end. She picked up all three, tossed them in the back and jumped up after them, slamming the cab door a little too hard.*
Just drive, killjoy. When Im done eating, I'll open a door in front of you. Just drive on through it and we'll be on the road up to the mansion.
*She muttered under her breath as she pierced the jugular of the first unconscious man, hot blood silencing her griping as her good mood was thrown through the floor by Iden's mood*
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Posted: Tue Dec 30, 2008 1:18 pm
Iden shrugged. He wasn't really in a bad mood...she had just touched on a bad topic. But it seemed her own spirits had dimmed.
As ordered, chief.
His foot hit the gas once again, and the truck lurched forwards under his touch.
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