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 Posted: Sun Jan 16, 2005 2:13 am
No, it was nothing. These interlopers never seem to come prepared for a fight of any kind, a mistake they will one day regret if they continue these little attacks. *He nods to her* It can just be bothersome is all....
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Posted: Sun Jan 16, 2005 2:28 am
Focht slowly slips into unconciousness from blood loss, the wounds cause by silver still fresh and bleeding. The wounds from the normal bullets had healed up. He wasn't even going to try and fight if he could have, it just hurt too much.
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Posted: Sun Jan 16, 2005 2:32 am
--_--
Nnn...
*Nana closes the book, after noting the page then slowly gets to her feet, and walks over to a small dresser beside the bed and places the book there*
--.o
Agreed. Such guerilla attacks should be stopped.
*Nana wanders off to change into her night slip. She'd continue talking to Mastema as she changed*
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Posted: Sun Jan 16, 2005 2:33 am
((Odis your posts are being deleted because you clearly haven't read the first post ~_~ Please make sure you know where you are when you're posting, as well as what you're doing))
*He moves over to the bed side and sits down on the edge, lifting one leg to rest on the bed with the other on the floor* The skirmish did not bother you greatly?
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Posted: Sun Jan 16, 2005 2:38 am
--.o;
I did hear some loud screeching earleir. What was that anyways?
*Nana reappears with her normal clothes bundle*
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Posted: Sun Jan 16, 2005 2:39 am
::Tyr jumps over to the wreckage, and lands on top of the remaining cieling, he takes the time to jump down, and climb up inside the destroyed building. He leaned against a wall, and closed his wings around him. He would stay there for the night::
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Posted: Sun Jan 16, 2005 2:40 am
Aerial model, 5B, combat drones. Near launch they produce that rather irritating sound. They are normally designed for combat outside of the citadel, but they were the only model I found suitable for the engagement
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Posted: Sun Jan 16, 2005 2:45 am
*Nana blinks a few times as she makes he way over to the bedside, placing the bundle in the normal spot; a pillow beside the bed*
>.>;
I see... Well.... did they work the way you wanted them too this time?
*Her wings flex a bit while she'd sets her clothes down, and askes her question*
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Posted: Sun Jan 16, 2005 2:48 am
They managed decently; however, I had to cast a gravity enchantation to subdue the most troublesome opponent. Regardless, it should be calm for the time being. *He smirked slightly* The enchantation has left me partially drained but not notably. *He leans back on the head board*
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Posted: Sun Jan 16, 2005 2:52 am
<.<
Nnn...
*Nana peers over the edge of the bed to Mastema before slipping under sheets*
<.<
Zio told me.... there was also a defector?
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Posted: Sun Jan 16, 2005 2:57 am
*He nods* Indeed. Another vampire it would seem.... however, I don't completely trust him..... not enough at least. I believe Slayer can keep watch over him. *He slips under the covers, still looking to the window* For now he seems content to reside outside. *He turns back to Nana*
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Posted: Sun Jan 16, 2005 3:01 am
::He beings to make a drawing of his current view. The wreckage below him, the shield casting the moonlight across it like a lake above him, and the cityscape all around him. He draws every detail in his Journal speaking to himself seemingly, but in fact he is talking to his blade.::
Master Tyrsais... I'll never understand why you just draw everything that strikes you...
Being a vampire you dont know how many years are going to pass before something else strikes you Carnage... surely your former master did something similar?
::He continues to etch away making the effect appear as mystical as possible for his mind is truly in awe at the layout before him::
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Posted: Sun Jan 16, 2005 3:06 am
*Nana snuggles up next to Mastema, letting her head rest along side his chest and shoulder*
o_--
Hmm... I suppose that's all right then, if he really wants to stay out there that is. There are pleanty of buildings in the east part of the citadel if he wants to sleep there aswell.
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Posted: Sun Jan 16, 2005 3:10 am
Indeed. *He speaks while he rests the arm of the shoulder Nana was leaning on around Nana's shoulder* He is capable of fending for himself. I do not think we will need to worry about him. *He chuckles* I believe your automaton friend kept him from entering the Mind.
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Posted: Sun Jan 16, 2005 3:11 am
::The blade humed slightly amused by what Tyrsais had said, and he stopped for a moment looking down at his semi-sentient blade trying to figure out what exactly it was doing::
Master... whenever my previous master had something that would catch his attention he would kill it, and preserve it in a vat... You could probably still find the bodies of all those lovely women today!
Great... he kept the bodies of every girl that was attractive to him? How will I ever live up to all that bloodshed Carnage... I am truly unworthy...
I know Master but you do your best.
::He hit the blade with his hand hard, and went back to drawing. He growled lightly. He was twice as smart as the blades previous master::
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