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 Posted: Sun Mar 30, 2008 6:35 pm
Iden held his hand out, palm forward, to wordlessly turn down Dag's offer. He never was big on smoking, and he was beginning to adopt a similar look of dissappointment at the newcomer to the ******** conversation.
And just to think, he couldn't pick the ones with the new toys to play with.
He sighed, and set the briefcase down beside his chair, and began inspecting one of his other toys instead, the ROMAN. At least this one he knew the ins and outs of enough to not need to ******** around with it TOO much.
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Posted: Tue Jan 06, 2009 8:16 am
Through the markets three men walked in a tight wing formation, two Waffen SS soldiers garbed in full uniform with automatic rifles slung over their shoulders, and a secoundary weapon of their individual choice close at hand. The man to the right carried in his right hand a rather large and intimidaiting scythe of crude, though effective style, whilst the SS to the left wore at his left hip a strange pair of circular blades.
Between the pair, the Major Gunther Herrmann walked casually, taking time every few stalls to inspect the goods. This however, appeared to make the two soldiers with him, anxious.
"Herr Sturmbannführer, ist zis vise? Zo wery many Garou und wampires zurround uz in zis plaze..."
Mindfull as the soldier was, as he whispered this to his Kommandante's ear, the much more relaxed, elder Abomination did not seem worried in the least, as he poked at a series of jars filled with body parts. None of which, human.
"Relax mein Leibwächter, here, zere ist vewer villing to ztand out und ztart convlict zuch az zey vould back home. Und, even zhen, ve are mozt zertainly not vones too be mezzed vith. Ja?"
Both escorts for the Major sighed in defeat, reluctantly starting to give in to the Kommandante's whimes. However, they farce of this being mere whim, was not to last. Not long.
Soon enough, an hour had passed, and the three Nazi Abominations haden't even completed a single row of the stalls surrounding them, however Gunther, had apparently had enough of the idle window shopping. The three had come to stand before a small, though very... Specifically decorated stall, heavy Garou influence evident from the array of Fetish, and Talen items set on display. Behind the merchant, there was even a single short broad sword of silver suspended on the wall. A Klaive.
Now, it was no simple task for the three to conciel, exactly what they were from the general public. Or atleast, it was for the Major. The two escorts however, did not posess such gifts. So it was with deep seeded horror that the merchant shot up from his little chair and his sunken yellow eyes came to meet with those of the bodyguards. Niether of which, appeared at all pleased still, eyes firmly locked on the Garou stall owner.
"Wh-wh-who are you, and what do you want here in this place?.... You three. You are the wretched outcasts. The scarred defilements of Gaia....."
As if tickled by the introduction of a charming young lady, the Major gave an amused chortle with a wide grin behind his mask. The Crinos Glasswalker had indeed, brought the strangest joy to the Nazi it seemed.
"Ja, ve are az you zay, mein herrald ov zee Cockroach. Ve are zee Abominationz. Now, you should have a package vor me, Herr Kaufmann, under zee name DeZeer. Kindly vetch it vor me, und you vill be paid your due."
The Crinos was absolutely terrified, with eyes wide before the beasts. Maw slack in the faces of terrible legends. Heart racing, at the though of their standing before him. He could barely move, let alone accomplish the task asked of him by the giddy Major.
As all said played out however, the attention of more merchants, and general public grew, focusing on the exchange at the Fetish and talens stall.
"Mein Kaufmann? Zee package, iv you pleaze."
By now, the major's chipper attitude was starting to dwindle, the signs of this starting to show in his expression, as his tone, and pleased expression looking almost forced as time slipped by.
"N-NO! I did not know these were commissions from Abominations! I do NOT affiliate with, nor will I aid, such nightmarish monsters!"
By this stage, with the merchant's out cry the area was under heavy watch by the myriad of creatures around them, chatter brewing like the coming storm, fingers pointing, snarls and growling starting to rumble all over like the building roll of thunder.
The crowd however, was silenced as the Major sighed heavily as if in defeat with lazily dropped shoulders and a shake of the head.
"N-now, leave this place! And never return tainted creat-GURGH!"
Gunther had found it a simple task, reaching out from his deep crimson cloak, and up to the towering Crino's throat with his right hand. Taut muscle and tendons contracted, as the long, blackened claw nails wrapped around the Garou's neck, palm crushing down on the wind pipe as a single beat of luminacy pulsed through the Abomination's one eye.
"Zat, ist quite enough, Veaver."
As the Crinos struggled, clawing at Gunther's hand, wrist and arm, the Major tightened his grip, cutting off all oxygen and circulation to the beast's head, the Garou's eyes starting to swell from the sockets.
"DEATH TO THE ABOMINATIONS!"
The roar came with a gunshot from the crowd, though as round came upon connection with the Abomination's temple, the escort to Gunther's right threw his left arm up, taking the shot in the flexed bicep of his arm.
Round intercepted, and the crowd about to pitch fourth the storm that had been building, the pair of Waffen SS bodyguards looked subtly to their leader. Silent, as the spent round fell out from the wounded, though still raised arm.
"...... Mein body it zeemz, ist in need ov Guarding."
And with no more said then that, the pair of bodyguards gave a nod each, and turned on their heels outward from Gunther, eyes fixed now, on the crowd.
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Posted: Tue Jan 06, 2009 8:59 am
*The crowd was of course in a RIGHT old tizz. The DeSeer name wasnt hugely popular here at the best of times, due to the fact Sabbat made good customers and DeSeer were bad for the Black Hand in all its forms.
To hear of ANY suspicious affiliation between the warmonger clan and Abominations was, needless to say, one of the few things that could shake people still where the Camarilla clan was concerned.
And yet, the crowd didnt run or disperse. This was a DEMON market after all. After giving space to the three terrors in their midst, most stuck around to see what would happen and try and profit from it. Or at least pick pocket those who were trying to see the action.
Though... in one place, the crowd parted like the red sea flowing back, someone moving with fluid grace through the crowd, untouched, unmolested, only whispers following in his wake.
Bizarelly for the creature in question, today he had forgone his usual leather and lace look of pure sex appeal for the slightly more masculine and rugged pants look. He wore bloody bandages around his waist, chest naked save for leather straps that crossed over and under his shoulders, an open sleeveless jacket over those.
The lower half of his face was obscured by a long gravity defying scarf, his arms hidden behind myriad silver adornments ending in bloodied white gloves over his hands, fingers free, but each finger tip stained a ruddy brownish red where someone had carved glyphs into the second knuckle just below the nail. The hands themselves rested lightly on his tail, wrapped around his waist like a belt, again decorated in silver bangles and cuffs, small decorative chains tinkling as he moved, accompanying the noise of the chains in his ears, which were long and pointed, hidden behind delicately swooping purplish-violet wings than dived from his temples back towards his tail bone.
His boots rang with more noise than all the rest of his attire, the heft clef hoof boots and greaves sculpted to fit over his bone structure, a strong and sturdy grip base form which to launch offensives, or hold ground in defence.
Finally, capping it all off, his eyes were hidden beneath the peak of an officer's cap, General rank stars over the brim, picked out in silver, not gold.
Seraphim.
And yes, he WAS doing remarkable impressions of Corbin, despite the differances betwene them, not least of which was his indigo tinted hair, more wild than Corbins. The crowd didnt note the differance*
Once upon a time, werewolves tried to make a remarkable woman breeding stock... once upon a time, a woman was told she was kinfolk, nothing more. Once upon a time... a Lady swore ABSOLUTE vengeance on the Lupine race....
*Red eyes snapped up from under the brim as Seraphim cleared the crowd and stood before the Major and his flunkies, unarmed and without protection, save for a blade hidden on his spine, running the length of it, the hilt hidden under his hair*
Does anyone HONESTLY think the Lady DeSeer would suddenly ACCEPT her Lycan blood? Please.
*He grinned, letting the counter whisper go through the crowd*
Which means one of two things. One, that package is rightfully MINE, not yours... or TWO... you ordered it in HER name which is a VERY dishonourable thing to do.... Herr Major....
*Full, indigo lips widened into an over large smirk, the crowd pressing in, seeming to forget the gunman in the crowd. Seraphim suddenly raised a leg and stamped, shocking those nearest him back, his wild snarl sending several running, and ALL backing up as he tossed his hair back over his shoulder*
I will be MOST upset if you didnt expect to be challenged on this Major... I will be even MORE upset if you tell me you HAVE been dishonourable... It would make the Lady most unhappy. She is not pleasant to her messengers when she is upset.
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Posted: Tue Jan 06, 2009 10:33 pm
The pair of escorts turned their eyes on Seraphim, though did not move from either side of the cloaked Abomination, Gunther.
"Mein little Doppleganger, Herr Seravim. How vondervul to zee you again."
Gunther's eyes did not budge from the Crinos in his hand, as he applied slightly more pressure to the throat, not showing much concern for the gashes apparently being made in his arm by the gagging Garou.
"Zee package, ist mine. I'm avraid ov zee vew optionz available to me, it vould have to be das zweite. I vear however you mizunderztand zee zituation."
Finally, Gunther released the merchant's throat, letting the exhausted Crinos hit the floor in a heap, on the verge of passing out. Thats when it may become more noticable, the claws, and even finger tips missing from the Crinos' hands, cleaved cleanly, it appeared. He then turned his head, looking to Seraphim with a patch covered missing left eye.
"Zhey vould never vill an order vor Abominationz. Und zhey vould have checked mein background via zee myzticz in zee area. Zo you zee, I only uze zee name to ensure mein zervize. Iv anyzing, it ist vlattery."
Gunther then turned his attention back to the merchant, as he struggled to stand, eyes for but a moment, giving him away.
Gunther grinned maliciously behind the mask as chilling mist hissed out, and slowly raised his right hand out at his side, and with the elbow and wrist in line with his shoulder, the major jerked his wrist to angle his hand down, snapping his fingers at the very same moment.
Upon the prompt, both Waffen SS bodyguards started a slow, almost cautious walk away from the Kommandante to circle Seraphim, as they brought the rifles from their shoulders. Both held fast to their German MG34 Machine Guns in one hand, as the other took to the ready with their bladed weapons.
"Iv however it ist a caze ov me being dizzhonourable, zhen ovCOURZE I vould zay zat. Zo pleaze, do make up your own mind. Becauze bazed on zat, I cannot be truzted at all, nein?"
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Posted: Wed Jan 07, 2009 1:05 am
*Seraphim gave a specifically detailed shrug, watching Gunther, never even bothering to turn his gaze to his men*
Personally... I'd go with dishonourable. There were other names you could have used. Other methods you could have used. You really ARE dishonourable in all ways if you wish me to believe otherwise.
*Slowly, Seraphim's tail slid out of the loops on his pants, his hands loose at his sides, free and ready*
I dont know WHY mother seems taken with you, but... her orders are for your death to be honourable. What you do to the other idiots in the market is NOT my concern, but if your men so much as POINT those rifles, or anything else at me... I WILL kill them.
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Posted: Wed Jan 07, 2009 3:39 am
"Und zat, Herr Blazheart, ist vhy it vill not be by your hand, zat I vall."
Gunther's still existing saphire eye was turned sharply on the violet maned Sabbat, that look of amusement gone from his features, just as the sense of madness. Left alone there, was the stone resolve, and sterile conviction of a soldier, a warrior.
"Zat ist vhy you, are not zee vone in charge. Az vor mein ezcortz, zhey need not point, to vire."
Should Seraphim decide to turn his attention wider to include the two SS, he might take notice of the third eyes, like ghostly apparitions on the brow of either Abomination beneath the helmets.
"Zee time vor our var hast yet to come, mein wenig Spielzeugsoldat. I vill take mein itemz, zhen be gone peazvully. Ztand in mein vay, und you vill dizcover juzt how inadequate you truly are."
As the cloaked Abomination spoke, the Crinos merchant made an effort to speak, holding his throat tenderly, eyes focused on Seraphim with urgency and terror.
"H-he.. Must, not... have..."
The merchant however was cut off, as Gunther, in a rather nonchalante way upended the table between them, and from within his cloak, drew the large broad sword he had been wearing in the Fang. Silver, the entirety of the weapon, save for one maroon gem in one end of the guard, and the leather wrapped about the hilt.
The Crinos' eyes turned from Seraphim to Gunther, wide with petrifying horror, as the two guards kept their sights locked on Seraphim, waiting at the ready should he attempt to interfere.
"Grand.... Kl-ARGH!"
And so the blade was driven through the Crinos' chest, and heart with a downward two handed thrust.
The Crinos' veins blackened and grew thick, buldging under his hide, just as his eyes did grow pitch black, and moments later, as the blade was withdrawn and sheathed, the body started to gradually crumble to ashes.
"Now, Herr Zeravim. Vill you throw yourzelf into zee virez ov hell, or... May I leave in peaze."
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Posted: Wed Jan 07, 2009 10:36 am
Caines sake.. do you ever LISTEN to yourself, man? You? Fall to MY hand? Do you have ANY idea what mother would DO to me if I WERE to kill you? YOU, foul wretch that you and ALL your kind are, are going to get off LIGHTLY.
You who cannot bear to live and are not worthy to die. You who choose ASSISTED suicide, too cowardly to strike your OWN vile taint from the world... for whatever reason, the Matriarch intends to GIVE you that death. Were I to interfere beyond my orders here... I would suffer FAR worse than the messy death you will march towards like the disgusting zealots you are.
I HATE zealots.
*Sera had that childish smirk still on his face, still not facing the two men flanking him. There wasnt any indication of fear or even trepidation in the youth, prehap sthat had something to do with the fact his skin seemed to be giving off heat, like a mirage in the desert. He was supreme confidence as the crowds again came closer*
No, I am not the one in charge nor do I wish to be. You know WHO I am, so you must know WHAT I am. Your men would die to raise their rifles at me, if they DARE to fire, even without doing so... I will take more than just their lives. Do not threaten me, or belittle me. One clan member represents the whole after all, and I have done NOTHING save warn you of the dishonour of associating mothers name with YOUR genetic line.
You know YOURSELF that you are a vile stain on the world. Dont drag the only people that can give you TRUE repatriation by tarring them with YOUR brush.
*He raised one eyebrow watching the merchant die. His senses were extended in a web around him, as always, and he merely smirked as the ashes blew away*
Ill not stand in your way, Major. I know my orders. I will ask though... whats in the package that was so important, you had to order it under the DeSeer name?
*Idle curiosity. He wouldnt stop Gunther leaving, or be particularly bothered if he didnt get an answer.*
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Posted: Wed Jan 07, 2009 8:35 pm
"Given zee choize, Herr Zeravim, how vould you, vant to die? Und dont you dare to prezzume you could take your on life, in zee caze ov becoming zee Abomination. You do not know zee pain. Ve are VARRIORZ! Ve can ONLY die on zee vielf, ov VAR. A coward you zay? I vill not coware avay vrom zee ztruggle, juzt becauze I 'ave been dealt a bad hand."
Gunther snapped his fingers once more, and in response, teh pair of guards snapped their boot heels together, before returning to the Major's side, eyes trained on the crowd once more, rather then Seraphim. One of the SS however, went about collecting the crates, as Gunther directed him with a simple hand gesture.
Gunther then turned to face Seraphim, as one of the bodyguards set the crates down from the stack of similiar vessles, sitting them behind Gunther.
The crates themselves, were massive. Who knew how many weapons or supplies could be held within. The sole Abomination however, had apparently no trouble moving the vessles.
"To be zo devoted to vonez brothzerz in armz, und a goal... Are you not yourzelv, a Zealot Zabbat varrior?.... Vone reprezentz zee whole, avter all."
He paused, before then lifting his right hand to slap the side of the crate, and continued.
"Vetishez, talenz, und toolz vor zee var. Vangdaggerz, monkey puzzlez, zpirit vhiztlez, moon zignz, nightshadez, wyrm zcalez, moon vatchez, bonez of shielding, zpirit drumz, elk tooth necklazez, banezkinz, vhoebez veilz, Ztorm bottlez, Banezwordz, und zeveral othzer zupplies."
A museum, of Garou artifacts. And judging by the size of the two crates, the 'package', then it was enough for a small army.
"Mein intention vas not to cauze your Kommandante, zee, how you zay, Matriarch, any uh... Embarrazment? Zis ist zee right vord?.. Heh, zenturiez, und I ztill cannot zpeak zee English pervectly. I vollow, mein orderz, juzt, az you vill vollow yourz. Pleaze, give mein bezt regardz to zee Kommandante."
"Bewegen Sie sich heraus!"
Two SS soldiers, two crates. Easy enough, as they lifted the crates over their heads, resting them between shoulders and the sides of their heads, leaving them both with still one hand to carry their rifles.
"guten Abend, Herr Blazeheart."
The trio, then made their way out of the markets, finding that the crowd, did not seem to stand in their way. Not many among them had the balls to.
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Posted: Thu Jan 08, 2009 1:04 am
Heh.... if you think we couldnt, you have no idea of the Sabbat in my world, dog...
*Seraphim dipped his head and lit a cigar, seeming to take extreme bliss in watching the stongly scented smoke rise into the muggy air of the market as the Germans loaded up. He listened to the inventory with something akin to boredom*
All that, to go against people who intend to face you with nothing save themselves... I'll tell her you said hi.
*Recoiling his tail about him and resting his hands on it once more, Seraphim inclined his head to the MAjor's farewell, adding his own to it before he turned away and sauntered off also*
Fur Ende, Major.... till we meet again.
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Posted: Mon Jan 26, 2009 2:07 pm
Daegonna made her way silently through the market. Her wild curls had been combed back into a tight, whiplike braid. She wore a sleeveless black leather top, and matching pants, under a grey duster. A belt was slung around her hips, and she had a .45 holstered on each thigh.
As usual, she was a beacon of raw power, and perhaps a hint of malice. She smelled of herbs and blood. The blood was probably hers, for once.
Her hands were stuffed in her pockets, an unusually graceless and casual pose, for her. When she moved her right arm, the motions were stiff, as if painful.
High heeled boots clicked softly with each step, and the duster moved about her oddly, as if it were weighed down with something. Her chin was held (characteristically) stubbornly high, but the set of her shoulders showed her weariness.
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Posted: Mon Jan 26, 2009 2:17 pm
You need some wards young lady... I can smell you a mile off.
*the gentle, seductive voice came from the shadows of an alley between stalls, then a figure stood forwards, sliding like liquid silk from his station.
Dressed in flowing indigo, Seraphim was somehow managing to flaunt a midriff exposig tight top, with a long kilt-like skirt, and yet STILL was clearly male in it. The cloth whispered about his detailed boots, silver embroidery curving up the leather sides, his tail unseen beneath the loose material of his lower garments. Silver decorated his arms and neck, wrists and ears, lending every step he took a light jingle, a delicate chime.
His hair was today held in a tight braid down his back, silver strands and feathers woven through it, the charms in it matching those hanging from his skirt, so he looked like a walking incubus that had fallen into a native Indian stall.
In short... he looked natural, graceful and drop dead gorgeous, as always. Probably, a lot of it was aura. NO ONE should be able to get away with his style in clothing*
Glad you made it Dae... So. Who have you been bleeding for?
*He pouted cutely, as if shamed she hadnt bled for HIM*
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Posted: Mon Jan 26, 2009 2:28 pm
Daegonna smiled faintly at the seductive ripple of Seraphim's voice.
She drew up wards around herself, masking her power and presence within moments. It took longer than it usually did, as if it were an effort for her to focus.
She turned to look up at tall-dead-and-handsome, her eyes roving curiously over his attire.
"Just for ritual." Daegonna said dismissively. She was even more cautious not to meet his gaze than usual, which either meant she was more paranoid than usual, or that she was being less than honest and didn't have the energy to lie with her usual absentmindedness and believability.
Too late she realized that her graceless evasive answer might well encourage more questions. She didn't dwell on it.
She smiled, and gestured to the stalls around them. She managed not to wince at the movement of her arm.
"Shall we then?" She asked sweetly, a smile on her face.
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Posted: Mon Jan 26, 2009 2:32 pm
Ritual. Such a pretty face should never bleed hersef for such things. Call me next time. Then you'll get a REAL power raising experiance...
*Sera's grin was double fanged as he bowed gracefully to her, sliding to her side and taking her arm... which caused just a few glances around the market from those who recognised Sera at least as a brother to corbin, if not thinking him Corbin himself - in all but hair and dress style, the two WERE almost identical*
I am thinking from your gaze you dont like the man skirt. Clothes shopping first?
*his voice was a light dulcet joke, his eyes sparkling with mischief. Clothes shopping would not be the be all and end all of this trip*
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Posted: Mon Jan 26, 2009 2:40 pm
Daegonna smiled sweetly.
"Perhaps I'll take you up on that someday." The customary sparkle of mischief had come back to her snakelike eyes. She noticed the glances they got, but ignored them, and slipped her arm into his, laying her delicate clawed hand on top of his arm. She walked beside him like a perfect lady.
Silver rings glittered on four of her fingers, and a black one on her thumb. Her left hand bore the same adornment, but she wasn't wearing any other jewelry.
"Oh, you could look amazing in anything and you know it." Daegonna said, chuckling softly. She didn't mind stroking Sera's ego, he was, after all, gorgeous, and a delight and a danger all at once. She saw the sparkle in his eye, and her soft lips curled up in another faint smirk.
"But I certainly wouldn't mind some clothes shopping first." She added. She needed some new clothes herself. .
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Posted: Mon Jan 26, 2009 2:47 pm
Then I shall let the lady lead the way... and choose some clothes for me. If I look good in ANYTHING... I'll just buy jeans.
*he was teasing. YES he knew he looked gorgeous. It was the kind of preternatural gorgeous that had only 50% basis in his actual looks, and ALL the rest in his personna, aura, and confidence. After all.... NO man coudl pull off a skirt without supreme confidence in himself, or a LOT of alcohol - look at the Scots.
Chuckling, he let her lead through the market, crowds parting before them, though more than just a few hateful, envious, curious and less than benign gazes followed them. It was hardly suprising - the deeds and misdeeds of BOTH the parties were well known in these cirlces, especialy since the Major's display a mere day or two ago.
For all he'd said he'd follow HER, he couldnt resist stopping at a jewellery stall, the shiny silver catching his eye like a magpie*
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