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 Posted: Sun Oct 19, 2008 11:30 pm
Agnese couldn't help the giggle that escaped her, and trying to hold back a smile, while failing miserably, she patted Takeshi on the back.
"Have fun," she giggled out, though only barely.
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Posted: Sun Oct 19, 2008 11:36 pm
"Wish me luck," he muttered to her as he followed them through a door to a secluded section of the plane.
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Posted: Sun Oct 19, 2008 11:50 pm
Agnese giggled again before sitting down in her seat, thanking everything that she didn't trip. She hoped that she wouldn't hear too much, she really wanted a nap.
She looked down at her clothes and decided that whatever town they were going to, she was investing in a sturdy -yet trendy- pair of sneakers and some new clothes.
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Posted: Mon Oct 20, 2008 9:10 am
Fyrin shook his head, but it didn't seem like there was anything for it. He twitched, gathered mana, faked once, faked twice, faked a third fireball that arced the wrong direction, then finally, at point-blank, activated a bandaged thaumaturgic fireball instead of gathering from his mana, slamming his fist at her chest.
(('Cuz that's faster, amirite, guys?))
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Posted: Mon Oct 20, 2008 4:49 pm
(Waitwhoahoslowdown.
You made the Werebeasts ally with the Vamps? Nooooooo! gonk
Horrible. Totally horrible.
I'm glad you took the name though.))
Marco cried out, more in shock than in pain. After he was thrown at Fyrin and sent into the air, he flipped somehow and stayed floating about three feet above the ground.
Grunting, he snapped his arms back in place with some invisible force. Now glaring murder, he took advantage of her current engagment with Fyrin to blast an ungodly amount of force at her back, focused to a tiny point that would undoubtedly blow at least a part of her into little meat chunks.
Like Marco cared about Fyrin if he missed, anyways.
Joe assisted Fyrin back pumping energy into him, not wanting to risk a direct engagment in case he got in Fyrin's way.
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Posted: Mon Oct 20, 2008 5:33 pm
((Yes, I did. None of this Underworld series bullshit. I mean... hell, the vampires don't even burn up in sunlight, it just strips most of them of their powers while they're in direct sunlight. 3nodding ))
Caught between both attacks, the vampire woman chose the direction up. She caught a lamppost and swung off to the side, dropping onto a nearby passerby.
--
"If you wish to look outside, there is an observation deck towards the rear of the plane," a vampire guard informed Agnese, gesturing in the direction.
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Posted: Mon Oct 20, 2008 6:07 pm
Fyrin raised an eyebrow (or anyway, that impression was sent out) and twisted sideways, letting his shield gently ricochet Marco's missed assault into the concrete behind him. He still spun, several times, on the toes of his right foot, before settling back down and making another precise attempt at the woman. He gathered mana conspicuously and tossed a fireball over the passerby she had tackled, obviously for no more reason than to get her to move. Well, obvious to anyone who could see anything.
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Posted: Mon Oct 20, 2008 9:05 pm
The woman spun around, holding the civilian, a man in a mid-quality suit, in place between them and her. She went for his neck.
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Posted: Mon Oct 20, 2008 10:37 pm
At that precise moment, Steven finally made his move, leaping forward, grabbing her by the hair, and ramming his knife into the base of her neck, aiming for the spine.
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Posted: Mon Oct 20, 2008 10:50 pm
A being as tied to Unreality as Fyrin's minions gave a sort of low hum at all times to her ability to hear Unreality. She kicked out his torso without even looking away and began draining the man. The muscles of her neck and jaw worked furiously at the screaming man's jugular.
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Posted: Mon Oct 20, 2008 11:05 pm
The heiress opened her eyes to send a glare in the guards way.
"If I wanted a veiw, I'd have looked out the window, not sat down and shut my eyes." Quite honestly flying freaked Agnese out. It wasn't like her visions...which made her wonder if what she saw about Takeshi was a good thing or a bad thing, was it subjective?
<(Just ignore it and go to sleep, you'll feel better when you've woken up and you can have a good hard think about everything.)>
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Posted: Mon Oct 20, 2008 11:48 pm
"Well, there aren't any windows in this part of the plane, in case you haven't noticed," the guard snapped back. "Since, you know, we hate light."
Oh, right.
Vampires.
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Posted: Tue Oct 21, 2008 9:05 am
((Wait. Does this mean his torso has disconnected with the remainder of his body and his only hope of staying intact is that his clothing is still there?))
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Posted: Tue Oct 21, 2008 5:30 pm
((She kicked at his torso; how much damage it does is on you. razz ))
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Posted: Tue Oct 21, 2008 6:09 pm
((Well, I know that! I for one despise it when people are totally ignorant about vampirism and lycanthropy and only use the lame, common knowledge.
But I have never heard of an alliance! EVAH! It's...it's...it's wrong, to say the least!))
Marco groaned. "This is getting ridiculous," he said, dropping to the ground. He advanced on the vampiress, raising his right hand. The only difference was that this time, his hand was clenched into a fist. What he intended was a mystery as he gathered no mana for an attack.
Joe still was rather confused and wasn't sure if he should take the fight seriously, but he did know that he had to prevent innocent people from getting hurt. Hatching a hasty plan, he ran back to his bags.
Putting out his arms, he began to rapidly root through his belongings until he found them again: the Titan's Fists.
Sliding them on with a satisfying snugness, he advanced on Marco and the woman as they tussled. He reached casually past Marco, who was about to object, until he saw what was on the arm that Joe reached past him.
Joe made a grab for the woman's shirt, not wanting to hurt her just yet. "Do you know what these are?" he asked her. "These are the Titan's Fists. I'm pretty sure you know what they do, yeah?"
Which reminds me. How bout that "Test of Character" from before?
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