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 Posted: Sun Feb 19, 2006 8:32 am
"If I do, I shall have to make your's bigger to match." she said, joking a bit with Kerrigan. She always felt looser, freer when she drew, and it reflected quite strongly in her manner and speaking habits. Lydia continued to draw AStande, as Kerrigan was no longer in the smae position to draw.
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Posted: Mon Feb 20, 2006 6:34 am
Laughing softly at Lydia's quick humor, she shook her head, sounding the chair once more and plopping down on the couch. She stifled a yawn with the back of her hand, her fangs glimmering in the moonlight that poured through the open windows and the open blacony door. As she aywned, ehr eyes faded to an ever deeper crimson color, and upon the yawn's conclusion, flashed back to thier normal green.
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Posted: Mon Feb 20, 2006 8:01 am
She continued sketching, and as she did, Mischief came out of where ever she had been so twine around Lydia's bare ankle. Reaching down, Lydia scratched the kitten behind her ears, pulling a purr out of the little black ball of fur.
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Posted: Mon Feb 20, 2006 11:28 am
He gives a little chuckle as he peers around Kerri's shoulder to look down at the drawing. He shakes his head as she moves over to the balcony. With a slight sigh and a relaxed slouch, he downs his drink and sets it on the countertop. He moves over to the chair which his belongings still reside on, fingering a few of the hidden eccentricities.
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Posted: Mon Feb 20, 2006 6:09 pm
"Whatcha doin," she asked with a soft glimmer of mischief in her eyes while glancing over at Astande. Though he was on her side, she tensed slightly as he fiddled with something she could not see. While she was doubtful that it was a weapon, or anything that he would use against her or Lydia, in the back of her mind, she instantly went into defensive mode, watching his every move more carefully than normal.
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Posted: Mon Feb 20, 2006 7:17 pm
He looks up, his expression moving from thoughtful into a more animated state
"Mmm? Nothing. Just thinking I should probably be on the move soon. The hunt awaits. And the war waits for no one."
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Posted: Mon Feb 20, 2006 7:34 pm
"Maybe I'll come with you. I could use some action anyways." As soon as she had spoken, she froze, trying to supress the almost unbearable embaressment that welled up within her. However, she chose not to try and explain herself. "You...know what i mean," she said quickly, rubbing the back of her head.
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Posted: Tue Feb 21, 2006 4:13 am
She did not understand the apparent double meaning to what Kerrigan had just said, but she was not ask, at least not right now. instead, she continued to scratch behind Mischief's ears, enjoying hearing the kitten purr.
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Posted: Tue Feb 21, 2006 4:38 pm
He coughs, his eyes widen slightly, and he shifts his pants slightly, but otherwise he seems unflustered.
"Aye...perhaps we can get something done tonight..."
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Posted: Tue Feb 21, 2006 5:06 pm
She couldnt help but grin slightly, as she nodded to him, "Then lets get going." As she started to head to the door, she paused, laughing slightly before whirling around. "You know...clothes might be a good thing." Rubbing the back of her head slightly, she turned towards her bedroom, "Just one second...I'll be quick, i promise." Disappearing through the doorway, it could be heard shutting behind her ever so softly as she disappeared from view.
Inside the room, she was in a rush to find some hunting attire. Since her normal full body suit and corset were still covered from blood her last hunt, she opted for her secondary hunting outfit. Quickly she changed into a pair of tight leather pants, sliding her knee high black boots on over them and clicking the few buckles closed to hild them snuggly to her calves. To finish it off she slid herself into a black leather tank top, a few thin straps crossing across her chest.
Grabbing her belt with her magnums still held snuggly in the holsters, she walked out of the room, fastening the leather straps around her thighs to hold the hoslters steady. Jumping skillfully over the back of the couch, she went into the kitchen and pulled out a drawer. Setting it on the table, she pulled a few magazines of different looking ammunition from it and slid it into a few holders along her belt, and then checked to make sure that she had her shredder glaives with her. Nodding in satisfaction, she smiled at him after grabbing her leather coat from the back of a chair. "Ok...NOW im ready. We can go whenever you want to." She laughed slightly as she pulled her long hair back into a messy bun, tendrils of it falling down immediately and framing her face.
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Posted: Tue Feb 21, 2006 5:58 pm
He takes the time that she dissapears into the room to re-outfit himself with his armor and cloak. He has time to double-check his weapons and supplies before she steps out and obtains her own supplies. He smiles at her as she eagerly prepares herself, checking over everything of his own slowly and carefully. His Nekode Claws, both of the viper twins, his Eagles, his clips, his stock of hidden all-purpose weapons and their condition.
He stands, cinching up his body armor and it's various peices. Checking his neck guard and adjusting it. Settling the eerie mask in a more secure and accessible position on his left shoulder plate. He flexes, moves, twists, streches, and breathes deeply to check the manueverability of his suit, adjusting an armor strap here and there for a maximum effect.
As he finishes, he brightens, his eyes gaining an eerie and serious, yet deeply affectual and almost joyus glow. His smile is sensuous, matching his voice in tone as he pulls up the deep hood of his cloak.
"Well then...the night awaits us..."
With that, he moves to the balcony, stepping up onto the rail with perfect balance and gesturing to her. He leaps to the next rooftop, his form sliding unhindered through the air, the cloak flowing behind him like a liquid after-image. His landing does not create a sound, and from deep within the shadowed hood, his eyes glimmer in anticipation...
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Posted: Tue Feb 21, 2006 6:07 pm
"We'll be back in a bit Lydia. Dont wait up," she said with a smile as she followed him out onto the balcony. She followed his lead almost exactly, stepping up onto the railing and leaping to the next rooftop as well, her dark form silently seeming to glide through the air until she landed. Upon contact with the ground, she did a shoulder roll forwards to cushion the blow, not making a sound.
As she continued to her feet, she brushed past with with a soft grin before moving to the ledge of the building and looking down at the streets below. The soft night breeze blew the loose tendrils of hair about softly as her eyes scanned continuously. She was really at a loss for what to say...and it was for this reason that she did not speak...and instead kept her mind focussed in on the hunt ahead.
(Jump to the City thread...finally ><')
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Posted: Wed Feb 22, 2006 4:27 am
"...what is waiting up?"
Kerrigan and Astande had already left through the balcony. Now too cold, Lydia stood and closed the door, but did not lock it. She doubted any thief could get up to this floor, and if they did, she would be no easy prey. Mischief twined about her ankels again. Lydia smiled, bending down to pick up her tiny pet. Mischief would not be easy prey either.
Taking her sketchbook, drawing impliments, and Mischief to the couch, Lydia reclined on the piece of furniture and began to sketch Mischief. The black kitten curled up on Lydia's bare stomach, a little oven warming her mistress.
She gave Mischief a scratch behind the ears before going back to sketching, pleased when a purr was started. She wondered idly to herself when William was going to get there, and the thought of him made her entire body feel warm. Her face was red, but she ignored that and continued drawing. Okay, it was best not to think of that.
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Posted: Wed Feb 22, 2006 6:00 pm
Blue light splashed across Liora's face from the monitor of her Dell laptop. Her golden eyes were intently focused on the information gliding across the page, and her nose hovered mere centimeters away from the screen. The glow of the computer was the only light present at the time; a sticky darkness engulfed the rest of the room. Even if the lights were on, they would be muffled by the various articles of clothing and sheets flung haphazardly over them. Though she was no vampire, Liora liked the dark. She attributed this strange fetish to her lycanthropic blood,for she knew that wolves liked their 'den' dark and cozy. Her apartment certainly was her den and her current base of operations
Her fingers moved across the keyboard, tapping away with an unparalleled enthusiam. The clicks of the individual keys being struck seemed unusually loud in the dark room. That was something else she could blame her lycanthropic blood for. Her hearing was inhumanly sharp, so even the most mundane of sounds seemed twice as loud. Her hands pulled away from the keyboard after a moment, and a smile curved the edges of her lips upwards.
"Mmmm...wonderful. It's the new moon." Liora murmured to herself.
She bit her lip thoughtfully for a moment before folding her laptop shut. The splotch of blue light on her face diminished until it was a fine line, and then it vanished altogether. "I suppose now would be as good a time as any to seek out these hunters. I've been doin' it solo for far too long."
Liora uncrossed her legs and leapt daintily from her seat on her queen-sized bed to the floor. The blunt point of her stiletto-heeled pumps scraped unpleasantly against the course carpet, sending a unwanted shiver down Liora's spine. Shaking her head bitterly, Liora cursed her high sensitivity to such petty things. She then crossed the room to leave but paused. She kept her hand resting on the doorknob as she struggled to remember exactly what she felt she was forgetting. Finally turning back into her room, Liora seized a trusty Smith and Wesson revolver off the nightstand. She grabbed the smaller of her two revolvers- the one with the 4'' snout. Popping its cylinder open, Liora eyed the rounds inside but was mindful not to touch them. The gun held six silver bullets at the time. They weren't the nicer silver nitrate rounds which she'd been wanting to purchase, but they certainly would suffice. The problem being, of course, that she would never be able to touch them without getting burned. Such was the case with the katana which she carried on her back. It's blade, too, was crafted of blessed silver,and the blade would immediately burn her should she come into contact with it with her bare skin or through thin materials. The irony of her situation never ceased to amuse her. Sliding the revolver into the holster on her thigh, Liora finally exited her apartment room. She locked the door behind her.
((Leap to City. 3nodding ))
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Posted: Thu Feb 23, 2006 7:39 am
Her old appartment had been rented to a human, he was easy enough to get rid of, the shadows covered his eyes, he could see nothing, she pushed his table away from the wall, he heard it scratching against the floor, he turned off the TV and walked into the kitchen, she flipped out one of her daggers and scrached him across the cheek, he saw her for a moment then fell to the ground and began convulging.
She grinned at his pain, after a moment he was still and ridge, though still alive, "Musn't kill," she whispered, the shadowed echoed her words, she melted the freshly put up wallpaper, under it was a brick wall, she began to sistimatically search every one until one shifted, she pulled it out and tipped it over. A bronze key fell into her hand, the shadows dancing in her eyes, supressing her true being, she tucked it inside her shirt. She looked over at the paralized man, he would have little memory of what happened, thinking he fell and went unconscious, she looked at him a moment longer.
She dropped the dagger in her hand into his guts, he made a gurgling sound, blood bubbled out of his mouth. She caused all proof that she had been there to vanish, her fingerprints, the melted wall paper, and even the dagger slice, it would appear that he had a heart attack.
She smirked.
((Exit to City))
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