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 Posted: Tue Apr 01, 2008 6:45 am
It was like one of those shows where the antagonist doesn't wreck as much havoc with his hands as he did with his mouth, Rioushu playing the part well. By this point in Quint's life, he had learned not to take his threats too seriously, since it probably wouldn't be him behind the wheel when it came down to the grit anyway, further proved by Rioushu's hope Quint would off himself.
But, as he poured himself another shot, Quint understood that he probably couldn't do all this alone, since it'd be too easy to track down and eliminate one target. Two makes it harder on the enemy, but getting caught was still very dangerous, so Quint spoke like he had just swallowed a cigarette, very deep and a little raspy, keeping his words from lighting the ears of other possible patrons.
From what I understand, Corbin, her oldest--I think--, most prized kin is sort of up in arms with the lady in red. I say sort of because she's still his mother, but he doesn't seem to want to fall in line when she says so. Thus, he should be the 'weakest link' in terms of actually accepting his mother's help should a situation warrant, also in physical distance. He has a lab way downstairs in B2, her 'main' office is on the third floor.
This time the shot would come from the bottle. Still, it's going to be hell getting inside, let alone to Corbin's, then getting past his own strength to hurt him enough to get his mother's attention.
You wouldn't happen to know a..ninja way in? Quint asked, the alcohol starting to take affect.
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Posted: Tue Apr 01, 2008 9:49 am
(( xd You HAVE read the security detail on the mansions top thread, right? Oh I cant WAIT for Corbin to see this... he'll giggle like a maniac.))
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Posted: Tue Apr 01, 2008 11:02 am
((Didn't say it was fool-proof, since the person thinking is one of those to begin with. But I'm fairly confident that when Quint does whatever he's about to do, it'll rock the foundation in one way or another.. ^_* ))
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Posted: Wed Apr 02, 2008 7:36 pm
Rioushu had been rubbing his chin as he listened to Quint, remembering his last attempt to infiltrate the Deseer mansion. "Not me no, I don't know any teleportation or space/time ninjutsu. "So, Corbin is the one closest to her huh? Good to know there's a way to truly hurt her. I take it he's pretty tough for you to think it'll be so hard to badly injured." Rioushu poured himself another shot and downed it, then put down the glass, seemingly unaffected from the alcohol. "Well, I suppose I'll help, maybe I can actually I get Ryu to show up on time this time." Rioushu said, leaning back on the bar stool.
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Posted: Fri Apr 04, 2008 7:39 am
Great. Quint was relieved by Rioushu's offer of help, now getting around to when it would actually happen. Now, you probably will get spotted around the time we step on the front lawn, but I think my DNA's still on file as an ally, so I can get in, but that still leaves you.. He'd think for a minute, and the recent drinks proved to 'accellerate' his train of thought, Hm..
How about this? I go in to find him, just to see where he is, and then tell you where that is. If this is in the basement, I think that burrowing Jutsu will work, and if he's on the ground floor or above, a quick burst through a window will hopefully prove just as effective.
Sighing, since this was something he 'had' to say, ..We will most likely be caught before even finding him, to be honest. Even with the advantage of not being on the radar, all those guards are a huge problem. They'll snitch on anything that breathes, and shoot anything that can run on two feet. We will have to preform the quickest invasion ever seen to stay that vital step ahead of security, but I think we can do it, right?
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Posted: Fri Apr 04, 2008 10:52 am
Why bother? Someone got me pissed off FOR you. Now... which one of you wants to be slaughtered first? Im done playing the nice guy.
*No presence, no aura, no chi, chakra, form, being or sense. Only a voice. Again, Roan was utilising whatever new technique or technology the Mansion had produced to be everywhere she needed to be without being present at all. The exact how would become clearer soon enough.*
If you are still so keen to see combat with me, come to the ruins of the Broken Cross near Barton. You will know it by the crater and the statue of an angel. Come alone, or together, I care not. I grow tired of you leeches.
*And she was gone, like a ghost in the night, leaving the clear feeling of emptiness behind her*
((The Cross had its own thread, but its gone now. Just post in the Twilight Zone thread and state where you are))
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Posted: Sat Apr 05, 2008 6:35 am
It should be apparent as to why Quint was laughing during Roan's 'exit'. Guy? Damn, you really do learn something every day.. Sure, Roan could have heard it, eyes and ears everywhere, but it wasn't meant to make fun of her, Quint simply twisted her word. Now speaking to Rioushu while rising from his seat, bottle returned to its station. You ready? Is all he'd say for now, reviewing mentally the training sessions between him and Gatz.
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Posted: Sat Apr 05, 2008 2:26 pm
Rioushu continued drinking as he heard Roan's voice in the room, he took one look around the room and when he didn't see her shrugged and went back to drinking. When she was done, he looked over to Quint and nodded. "Someone pissed her off for us? I suppose I should be thankful, no need to possibly injure myself before even fighting Roan now. Yeah, let's go." Rioushu said, sliding off of the bar stool and exiting the bar.
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Posted: Sat Apr 05, 2008 3:05 pm
And some say I'm the 'quick to action' one.. Quint spoke seemingly to himself, soon after following Rioushu.
This guy better come through.
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Posted: Sun May 11, 2008 6:46 am
Mother's Day... a day that is suppose to celebrate what all your mother has done for you and to relish in the fact you were able to do something right in this messed up world; bringing in a child and raising them at least somewhat decently... For Rose, it was just a day of pain and one that brought back so many painful memories...
The birth of Eli and how proud even Relinth was at having a beautiful granddaughter, even if she was the daughter of Lynk - the male he had hated the most of her suitors. Of course... thoughts of her brought the memory of Lynk taking her away and his words about being a horrible mother for letting what had happened to her happen. It wasn't her fault... not completely anyways. She could have stayed away from Jboy and not took the risk something could happen to little Eli. She had been so young when she was taken away... by this point she was probably in her early hundreds, looking like a mature teen or even close to Rose's age.
Then thoughts of her son came to her; Eric... He had been the child she had with Jboy. As with Eli, it was sad thoughts that came to her; hurt and betrayal by Relinth... When Eric hadn't even been born yet, he was miscarried, due to her own father's actions. It wasn't until much later that she found out for a Thares to have a child out of wedlock would mean for one of those that carried the Thares blood would be killed. A strange curse... one that Relinth took on for a misdeed in his god's eyes. The sins of the father... When Eric had been returned to life, after Relinth realized it was a mistake in ways, the child was evil to the core. Just like his father, he turned into a necromancer and followed in his footsteps. The last time Rose had seen him was when she left the Order for what she thought would be for good.
Sighing as tears came to her eyes, she shook her head and looked down at the bottle absinthe that was clutched tightly in her hand. Snorting slightly, she sat the bottle down on the counter beside her as she rubbed her eyes. It was going to be a long day and she still needed to visit Wo-Willow and give her the gift that sat beside her on the other stool. That visit would wait however, for now... She dug into her bag and withdrew her wallet, opening it up to the section where pictures could be placed at. After all the years that had passed by, they managed not to fade with time, but looked just as they had when they were first taken. The first was one of Eli; a little child of maybe three or four with wavy white hair, a large grin and bright blue...almost icy shade to them. The strangest thing about her would be that she was as black as obsidian and had pointed ears. The second was of Eric, a young teen around sixteen, smirking up at the camera with dark hair and pale skin and blue eyes as well. It was clear, if one knew Rose when she had black hair, he look after his mother a lot.
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Posted: Tue Jun 03, 2008 5:59 pm
:: A figure passing in the mist, slowly walking in no particular direction caught a glimpse of "light", the shadows and lights were shifting erratically infront of her, she could feel the earth beneath her knee high boots, she could smell the mist and fog in the air, she could taste the bittersweet smell of blood as well. Her thoughts remained blank as she touched a wooden panel. Curious she pushed on it, it moved slightly, the hinges creaking as she pushed further in. She merely moved forward and found her way to a table before seating herself. Anyone looking at her would only notice that her hair seemed to shine, even in the dark. In the light however, it was almost like looking a pearl silk. Nearly white it was so blonde. She moved her dress to allow herself some leg room, exposing the knee high boots. Built for travel and battle. She needed new ones, come to think of it... finally she moved her hand around the table top, feeling it, each grain. Her hands, long slender fingers, fingernails most would die for, searched the wood with the upmost tender love and care. She slowly moved her hand over the candles, careful to avoid the flames. She then realized she was in a tavern or bar of somesort. Where, she had no clue. She merely spoke in a low tone, as to not give too much attention to herself. ::
"Might someone...be able to tell me... exactly where I am?"
:: She knew most would not answer, that or they would think she was stupid. How could a person not know where they are....hah. She moved her hand to the pouch at her side, when she opened it, an animal came forth, transforming into several different animals, before deciding on a wolf pup. Then it spoke outloud. Which would make most look on in disbelief.::
"Where are we Kayra?"
" I do not know Paywan."
"Im scared. This place is ....filled with bloodlust and hatred."
"Now now, Paywan. No one will harm us..."
:: She ruffled the little pup's fur and stroked him lovingly.::
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Posted: Wed Jul 23, 2008 12:46 pm
Iden walked into the bar.
Yes. He walked into the bar, despite that somehow he was in a wholly different country, chasing after Corbin and the boat he was on. Don't ask me HOW...it hardly matters anyways.
Iden walked into the freaking bar.
And by this point, anyone who rp's in this guild that would be liable to show up probably already knows what he looks like, knows his slouch, his bored expression, and the rediculous amount of ammunition held on his person.
So Iden walked into the bar.
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Posted: Wed Jul 23, 2008 12:52 pm
((You do know how to take the edge off these things xd ))
Bingo... service at entrance one...
SO I see.
*Not one aggravating voice. TWO. Seraphim, lounging against the wall like a sex dishevelled devil, accepting a smoke from Yoachi, resplendant in the half dressed regalia of a working necromancer... i.e, in full Red mode*
Hey pops.
*The two seemed to match like jokers in a pack. Seraphim wore black and purple, Red.. black and red. Leather, buckles and straps predominated the outfits, Red's chest bare, Seraphims covered. Seraphim's hands, clad in thin leather gloves, took the pale cigarette offered him, lit it up, exhaling the smoke with relish, the smoke drifting before his eyes as he nodded to Iden. Red then helped himself before tossing the carton to Iden*
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Posted: Wed Jul 23, 2008 12:56 pm
Two voices. So much for getting a quiet drink alone.
Go freakin' figure those two would be in cahoots.
As they entered, Iden tipped the bottle of whiskey at the pair, then performed the ritual snapping of the neck and ingestion of the booze.
Now, he was relatively calm, all things considered. He caught the carton, tossed it back, all civil and all.
But of course, he had to open his mouth to break the notion that he was actually in any way shape or form not bothered by their company.
Just what I needed. Two assholes out on a date. I better not be seeing grandkids, mate.
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Posted: Wed Jul 23, 2008 1:05 pm
Grandkids?
*Red chuckled with laughter as Seraphim stepped forwards and walked towards him*
If I WERE going to do such a thing... I think Id rather use your brother's genetics for a foundation... he's still alive, right? Mortals make it easier. And they taste better.
Such a cruel father I have.... fist he kills me, then he accuses me of sexual indicretion for merely talking to a like minded soul. And he wonders why I ended up so ******** up.
Take that how you will...
Just whose side are you on?!
Mine. But you can come and play too.
b***h.
Thank you. Drink?
*Seraphim glidied across the floor, suiting the clothes he wore too well, probably capable of stalling a woman at 500 feet with raw sex appeal, but his interest seemed to only be in the rows of alcohol behind the bar, tossing two bottles of Absinthe to Red*
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