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 Posted: Mon Apr 03, 2006 2:01 pm
smiles kindly* Then I count myself lucky
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Posted: Mon Apr 03, 2006 2:16 pm
bears wrist further. Reaching into the breast pocket of her coat she pulls forth the crest of her family. The blood family of Galladthine, an old line of vampires that only changes people from a specific own in france.* Proof of my legitamacy. I am honorable. I am the newest and the most . . .*wry smile* unorthodox of my clan. First however, you must drink, it is not safe to be in this weakened state in the city
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Posted: Mon Apr 03, 2006 2:18 pm
Bridget was on patrol using grid search pattern search along with a handy little device designed to pick up electrical changes...this was because she had learned that vampires and werewolves gave off distinctive electro
magnetic waves; she was hoping the same would aply.
On the third sweep of the area she detected a different manetic signature and it was strong(either a lot of small ones or one powerful one) and then Bridget started to notice the bodies along the way; it had to be the Demon
as she quickened her pace.
There was a scream then silence ...Damn it she couldn't have saved the
human down there but she could avenge all the dead at its' hands. She looked over the roof into an alley and there it was or a damn good likeness of the Deamon she had fought. She took careful aim with her
Australian 7.62mm L1A1 assault rifle and fired three cold iron rounds straight at the creature
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Posted: Mon Apr 03, 2006 2:29 pm
Fate lazily examined this crest. "I see..At least you know what line you are from." She cringed, catching the scent of hunter in the air. "I agree..and with this fool in our midst, I'll be quick about it.." Fate was ready for a nap in the middle of night, truly unlike her. "Where shall it be then?"
((Sorry so late..errand))
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Posted: Mon Apr 03, 2006 2:40 pm
wes wakes up and stares around where he slept and yawns. "that was a good sleep." wes walks out of the dark ally and sits on a bench looking into the gravel-broken up street.
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Posted: Mon Apr 03, 2006 2:47 pm
Sighing, Fate senses even more beings around. "Ugh." Still, she calmly waits on Anne's response, leaning on a wall yawning.
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Posted: Mon Apr 03, 2006 2:48 pm
wes leans his head back to look at the stars and see the dark night... there he stayed staring for five or so minutes... he then eventually got up and layed on a wall that was tight next to him covered in gang sighns.
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Posted: Mon Apr 03, 2006 3:04 pm
wes stands at the wall for a good time then he feels sleepy as allways and goes to where he last slept in the ally and took a quick nap.
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Posted: Mon Apr 03, 2006 3:40 pm
Wes wakes up from the ap he took. "ugh." he said holding his back. "oow i was laying on glass." he started to pick the brocken bloody glass shards from his back while they healed. "that fealt weird" cracks his neck and sits on the bench he sat at a couple minutes ago. looking down on the last of the blood driping down he looked and saw his coat of fur was stained since he is in lycan form. "ah sh!t." he said looking at the coat still. "this will take forever to get off." he grabed a peice of cloth from the trash can full of holes and diped it in some of the water left from the rainy days there was and got it off after a long work and thought that he should get of and leave the city... so he did and left to the lycan hideout.
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Posted: Mon Apr 03, 2006 4:05 pm
wes walks back into the city waiting for some one to show and sit at the bench he last sat at by the dark ally way
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Posted: Mon Apr 03, 2006 6:21 pm
wes feels tired like allways and goes to sleep in the alley way looking out for glass this time and takes a nice long nap.
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Posted: Mon Apr 03, 2006 8:06 pm
(er sry school work)
On the wrist. make it quick, we have little time indeed and I sense this hunter is after more than a demon
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Posted: Mon Apr 03, 2006 8:10 pm
Wes wakes up and exits the city until tommorow night.
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Posted: Mon Apr 03, 2006 9:15 pm
Skiaska sighed and stood, another lit cigarette in he rmouth. Without a word she left. She glanced around her, wishing greatly that she could freely walk around with her other... parts... obvious. She sighed once again, but this one was frustrated. A human looked at her curiously, and she sneered at them, cat eyes glinting dangerously.
She smiled sadly when he hurried away. Ski glanced over at a darkened streetlight, and her eyes adjusted slowly, revealing two silhouettes. She frowned, since she was getting a bad vibe, but she wasn't strong enough to take on any demons or vampires. She paled at the thought of a lycan. After all, Sethe was a- No, you stupid girl! Do not think about him! He has betrayed us... Forget abotu him But maybe if I hadn't neglected him- Her thoughts were silenced by a hiss from her other personality. She quickly threw down her cigarette, sionce it was about to burn he rlips. Ski bit her lip, moving more quickly towards the Haven.
((Exit to Haven))
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Posted: Mon Apr 03, 2006 9:27 pm
Nodding to Anne, Fate clumsily bites into her wrist. The liquid seeps past her lips and down her throat. "Mm.." She sucked a few good times and lapped the area gently. Standing upright again, she dignifiedly licked her lips. Fate's eyes came to their normal appearence, just as a visitor walked by. She quirked a brow at the girl, reading her mind. Smirking, there was no need to worry about Lycans. Wes was harmless to an extent..unless in hungar or you crossed him the wrong way. A curious one..Fate had never encountered a mind of parallel persons. Her head throbbed for a moment, attempting to grasp all the conversation in one mind as the figure hurried to the Haven. "..Extraordinary.." Shaking her head, she gracefully bowed to Anne. "Pleasure. I thank you a deal. Perhaps we shall meet again." Turning her back, "I must be off." Fate bolted off to Coven.
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