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 Posted: Wed Oct 19, 2005 5:59 pm
*He draws back from the person and gives them a menacing look.*
"I understand and appreciate you wanting to look at my wounds assuming you wanted to try and help the healing process but I will survive."
*He looked at the different individual and holstered his gun.*
"You are overconfident, never tell someone what you just told me if you do not know them and what they are capable of. You could provoke someone stronger and more cunning than yourself and get hurt."
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Posted: Wed Oct 19, 2005 6:11 pm
Akame puts ther herbs back away, and smiles once again under the mask. The mask remains simply cold, and keeps the emotion from her modulated voice. "I seldom run into anyone as uniquely gifted as me... I don't hear your heart beating so I think I can guess what you are... let's just say I'm a little like you, except I don't drink blood, My blood is warm, and I watch the sunrise with my friends from time to time... And I may or may not be older than you..." she looks around a bit, and pulls out her crossbow. She loads in it a grappling hook which is attached by cabon wire to her waist, and she launches the thing at a building. The reel in her belt winds up as she jumps off the building, and carries her away.
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Apollyon Marinax Tarimita
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Posted: Wed Oct 19, 2005 6:15 pm
*He looked at her and frowned, a half blood.*
"Exactly what are you?"
*To make sure his assumptions were right the only way was to ask. In the old country half bloods were of unholy union between the enemy and punished horribly. He walked towards her and watched her carefully another thing that was bad about half bloods is the human half came with emotions that could get in the way of duty.*
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Posted: Wed Oct 19, 2005 6:22 pm
Akame looks at the vampire before she leaves, "I'm just a shadow. More than mortal but less than human... But trust me, the only thing I have in common with you is that I can't die the way a Human can... I've been 18 for several hundred years... and I've come to a number of gruesome ends in my time, and it'll be a long time before I become a true shadow" And she leaves, leaping from the building.
((I have to go now. My profile is in the hunters section if you want to read it but remember, ICly you only know what I told you, and you have no idea what I look or sound like without the mask.))
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Apollyon Marinax Tarimita
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Posted: Wed Oct 19, 2005 8:18 pm
Jax wondered around the streets most his clothes didnt protect him from the cold. He muttered angery words under his breath, a fresh bullet wound in his back right where he couldnt reach it. Good thing it isn't Silver. He thought.
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Posted: Wed Oct 19, 2005 8:30 pm
In a whirl of black and heavily clanking chains, Echo landed feet from where Jax was standing. "Yo." She said smoothly. "Was that a bullet in your back, or am I seeing things?" She asked, adjusting her trench coat, and hood. After her hood was adjusted, she gave Jax a swift, gentle hug, avoiding his wound.
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Posted: Wed Oct 19, 2005 8:42 pm
"Yeah thats a bullet." He hugged her in response, then let go. "Would you mind getting it out."
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Posted: Wed Oct 19, 2005 8:56 pm
Echo grimaced. "Sure, but I really don't want to hurt you.." She said uncertainly. Her hands were blackened, and smelled strongly of sulfur. She walked over to a flipped-ever trash can, were a puddle of water remained. Dunking her hands in the icy water, she got the dust off, and walked back towards Jax, wiping her hands off on her pants.
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Posted: Wed Oct 19, 2005 9:07 pm
"Just do it please." His tone was just slightly annoyed.
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Posted: Wed Oct 19, 2005 9:12 pm
"Alright, don't s**t your pants. Geez." Echo remarked. "Relax." She said softly, and she had him take off his shirt. Pulling out her slim pocket knife, Echo flipped it open in her palm, and made a small slice over his gun shot wound. She snapped the knife closed, dropped it on the ground and, by using her fingers, she slowly pulled out the copper bullet. Holding it between her index finger and thumb, she examined it. "Not an ounce of silver in this, you lucked out." Replacing her knife to her pocket, Echo wiped the blood from the bullet. "I'm not sure what gun takes this bullet, though.. No markings on it or anything.."
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Posted: Wed Oct 19, 2005 9:27 pm
"Thanks, sorry. I tend to get a bit angery when I get shot for no reason." The hole in his back already started closing.
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Posted: Wed Oct 19, 2005 9:30 pm
"I understand." Echo said quietly. She was still looking the bullet over closely. "I've never seen anything quite like this.." She muttered. "So.. how are you?" Echo asked, pocketing the bullet: she would run it through bullet magazines, computers, the flood-damaged library, anything to get the answer.
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Posted: Wed Oct 19, 2005 9:34 pm
"Other than my little silent, invisible, and very rude friend. I've been better." He stretched and his back poped loudly.
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Posted: Wed Oct 19, 2005 9:39 pm
"Oh. Sounds entertaining." Echo answered vaguely. She was off in her own little world, thinking about everything. And then it hit her. "Jax.. what is today.. The number..?" She asked, snapping into attention. Finding it strange that she had become so unattatched from human society that she didn't even know the day, Echo became rather disturbed, but waited, her eyes wide, for his response.
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Posted: Wed Oct 19, 2005 9:47 pm
"Well ummm..." He walked over to a random decomposing body and took its watch. "ahh here it is." He showed her the date that was on the watch. "Truth is I cant really read these things."
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