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 Posted: Fri May 22, 2009 5:24 pm
Stare too long into the abyss, ya ******** psycho...
*Credit where it was due, she said it loud enough for him to hear, then ran fro the corridor leading up into the main club. Anything to be away from him. Similarly, as he left one way, those few still able to move left in the opposite direction, moving through the cadavers he;d left behind to try and get street side once more*
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Posted: Fri May 22, 2009 5:28 pm
And it'll blink. Save the condemnations for when I'm done, and won't step down.
The parting words saw him into the tunnel, at which he took off in a jog. He'd need to move quickly to catch the slower elders.
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Posted: Fri May 22, 2009 5:30 pm
*With the lesser damned feeling from Iden like he was Gehenna made flesh, Iden woudl find himself fairly uninterrupted as he followed the tunnel.
Most of the Elders were long gone, leaving only the lesser Ancillae that had been last out to be found. Exitting to street level some way away, Iden's have to be fast to catch the last two before they exitted*
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Posted: Fri May 22, 2009 5:38 pm
Seeing as Iden was moving at a dead on run for much of the tunnel, it was hard to say he WASNT moving fast. Celerity was his favored skill, and it served him well. If there was anyone left in the tunnel, they would be caught, it was that simple. If there wasn't, then he'd trail them by scent, if need be, until he could blow their knees out and tend to matters in a manner that suited his mood.
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Posted: Sat May 23, 2009 9:50 am
*The tunnels ran deep, then slowly wound upwards. Many of the truly old had not needed the full length of the tunnel to make their departure, but one of the younger ancillae was to be foudn at the end, approaching the ladder up towards street level. He heard Iden coming and cooly stepped down, waiting for him*
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Posted: Sat May 23, 2009 9:54 am
Well that was a great convenience.
But then came the problem...Iden didn't know what to DO with the man. As he approached, he kept his cold demeanor about him, but in full honesty, Iden hadn't a clue where to go from this point. So his hand tightened into a clenched fist, as he waged the mental debate during the last few steps of his approach, until he ground to a halt near the ancillae.
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Posted: Sat May 23, 2009 9:59 am
If there is something you want, I suggest you ask it. Hitting me will not get you what you desire, and your actions tonight have closed off whatever allies you may have been able to find among the ancient ones. Further violence will prove fruitless, young DeSeer.
*Cool, calm eyes watched Iden. For all he was ayoung ancillae, that still put him at several centuries old and such people tended to show only what they WANTED to show and planned things carefully. He did not seem at all afraid of Iden, but nor was he derrogatory or disrespectful.*
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Posted: Sat May 23, 2009 10:07 am
Will it now.
Casually, Iden drew the Gungnir, and let his fingers fall upon the slide. He tore it back, cocking the hammer and readying the weapon to fire.
Then perhaps you've missed the point.
The handcannon slowly lifted, until it was aimed for the ancillae's chest. Iden's amber eyes glared coldly down the barrel as he stood.
Go. Tell your precious ancients to lock their doors and board their windows. Maybe it'll help them. Maybe not. They'll get theirs in time.
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Posted: Sat May 23, 2009 10:12 am
Young AND reckless. I'll tell no such thing. I'd rather die by your gun than their more inventive methods.
*The man tucked a stray lock of pale hair behind one ear*
You serve YOUR clan's elder, do not be so suprised others faithfully follow theirs too. You are building for yourself enemies you can ill afford, neonate. I would advise thought before action.
*He turned and started once more to climb the ladder, prehaps foolishly giving Iden his back... prehaps not, knowing the gun Iden carried could wipe out most of his kind. He again did not sound derogatory, more... neautral. Very carefully neutral.*
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Posted: Sat May 23, 2009 10:24 am
The ancillae's parting words gave Iden pause. It took a large degree of willpower not to end him as his back was turned. But Iden withheld from what he knew he wanted to do, and allowed the older undead to make good his escape.
Slowly, ever so slowly, Iden's arm sank to his side. The gungnir fell back into the improvised holster, and he shook his head. He didn't know what to think. The strike had been a bust....his targets weren't there. It had been a gratifying fight, but he had nothing to show for it. Which, in turn, left him blank for what to do.
The indecision did not last long. If one target had slipped through his fingers, then he'd move on to the next. He still had the information Cerberus had given him. Which brought it to a coin toss.
Which meant Iden was bound for Russia.
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Posted: Sun May 24, 2009 4:19 am
"Well, now THAT was something... "
Streaming through the portal after Roan on his Ducati monster 1100, Fenrir gunned the engine to catch up, so as to more easily converse with the Cainite in transit.
"So, you said we were after, The Recruiter..... Just what did you mean by that exactly? WHAT are we after here, Roan?"
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Posted: Sun May 24, 2009 5:58 am
*she turned her head, no longer looking at the road as she answered him*
You wont be well versed on Cainite politics... so I'll make it simple. We're going after the bastards that run the show, and the one Im after now is the c**t who chooses which of us get to play the game and know we're tools, and which get to stay blissfully unaware. His name is Avarice.
*she turned her head back to the road, swerving around a pot hole, eyes a blazing red as they neared their destination*
They're some of the stringest our kind has to offer, this guy isnt weak. Still wanna do this?
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Posted: Sun May 24, 2009 9:16 am
Swerving in the opposite direction to Roan around said pot hole, riding a single link double helix pattern. He would however c**k a brow as he rode back up to level with Roan.
"I know what i've needed so far so no."
Eyes scanning the surroundings, studying the terrain for anything that may be of use in the up and coming battle... Not that it would appear in the midst of said battle he was actually useing any sort of strategy. For this to bare true fruit however, one crucial factor remained to be known.
"Are you kidding? I drunk, now all that remains for the day is a lay, and a fight.... Call me fickle but you dont exactly serve means for either. So what should I expect from this piece of work?... Brujah, Gangrel?..."
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Posted: Sun May 24, 2009 9:36 am
I could kick your a** any day of the week, old man, but leave you in tact enough to commit necrophilia afterwards.
*She was joking as she said it, and she started to slow down*
Everything, every clan, predominantly Lasombra. We'll have to level the town before he shows, and then... we'll go eslewhere, cut him off from the others. Alrigth with you?
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Posted: Sun May 24, 2009 9:58 am
"Yeah?... Well s**t I might have to drink more, and make some calls after just to balance everything out."
Throwing his head back with obnoxious laughter, resisting the urge to slap his knee, he rode on.
"Lead the way, we however harm no mortals."
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