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 Posted: Mon Nov 10, 2008 6:44 pm
Prometheus nodded. "I won't kill you, even as much as I want to sometimes. I was just ready if this 'side' of yours wanted to fight, which I can sort of tell he does." He stated, knowing the other side would eat this up. He wanted to set it off, just so he could meet it. Plus, Prometheus hasn't had a good chance to stretch his muscles in a while.
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Posted: Tue Nov 11, 2008 9:14 am
Wolf started to see through Prometheus's plan. "Oh...okay then...He always wants to fight..." He said, closing his eyes. Soon Wolf's heartbeat changed, his skin paled a little, and when he opened his eyes, they were a much darker shade of brown. Reaper gladly took control, as it was literally handed to him by Wolf. He spoke in a more darker, sinister tone. "So...I heard you wanted to fight...?" Reaper laughed, an evil chuckle that echoed across the Junkyard. He took out the gold and black sword that was easily as tall as himself. Wolf never used the sword, but Reaper would always. He held the sword in both hands. "You want to strike first...?" Reaper asked, with a sly smile on his face, exactly the same Wolf at times had.
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Posted: Tue Nov 11, 2008 4:44 pm
Prometheus smirked and fixed his hat. "It's your choice, I just knew a fight would be the only chance to see your side of the story." He looked around, examining the area. He flipped open his jacket to reveal the three Katanas he carried. Prometheus took one out and jumped over Reaper. "For starters, how did you get here?" He asked, lunging forward to attack.
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Posted: Wed Nov 12, 2008 3:38 am
Reaper swung his blade over his head toward Prometheus when he jumped, then brought it down and spun to face Prometheus again, his blade cutting through the air towards him. While Reaper did this, he spoke. "Do you mean here, in this Junkyard Wolf-boy calls home? Or here, in Wolf-boy himself?" Reaper left no flaw in his moves because of talking, and he kept his gaze on Prometheus.
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Posted: Wed Nov 12, 2008 4:00 pm
Prometheus brought his blade back to crash with Reaper's. "Here as in 'Wolf-boy's'." He was eager to find out, but that only turned into adrenaline from the fight. I might have to use my Lycan form... Nah! He might be a fighter, but he's just in the body of a 12-year old. he angled his Katana so it would slide down the blade and cut Reaper's wrist.
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Posted: Thu Nov 13, 2008 3:51 am
Wolf watched without struggling. He mentally noted anything even remotely interesting. Reaper pulled his blade from Prometheus, then stabbed at Prometheus' other side quickly. Luckily for him, Wolf had trained his agility and speed alot, and Reaper used it all. "Well...It was just some technique Wolf-boy made himself that started it all..." Reaper spoke, not breaking the gaze or strikes. "Then there was a real demon...the possesive kind, and Wolf-boy was at the wrong place at the wrong time." Reaper let out an echoing laugh. "The following exorcism washed it away...but of course, that little technique was alot more sinister after that. Besides, good ol' Wolf-boy ended up calling me back anyway." Reaper finished, amused at the story.However, he by all means didn't finish the fight.
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Posted: Tue Nov 18, 2008 3:43 am
Reaper soon became annoyed with the fight, and with a few kicks to Prometheus, he ran off. Wolf was surprised to have control handed over back to him, but he continued running.Hmm...somewhere where I don't usually go...The Subway!I havn't even been there before. Wolf was sure to run around the Junkyard a few times, making it harder to track his scent, before climbing up a garbage pile and jumping over the fence, and into the nearest subway. And not the resturant kind, mind you.
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Posted: Wed Dec 10, 2008 6:51 pm
Prometheus barked out a laugh and went out. "Amelia might miss me." He left to the city, memorising Wolf's scent again.
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Posted: Fri Jan 16, 2009 3:56 pm
How long had it been? He had lost track of the days. He had lost track of Zzeil and even his pal Leo seemed to be gone. All those he knew were either dead, missing, or avoiding him. Save for one. Clenching his left fist, the sound of tiny gears and servos could be heard executing the action (to the trained ear, of course). The one who had been the sole source of every major injury to his person. She was the one who had left him scarred, the one who had even gone as far as to savagely tear his arm from his body. He had spent what felt like a countless number of months in recovery after having his arm replaced. After being released, he had spent some time on discovering what else he could do with this new attachment other than the basics. It was the same sort of limb that some of the cyborg Hunters were equipped with, one of the top gun ones with numerous useful weapons buried within it. That's where he and they differed... They were built to function with the various wet-wire implants that the cyborgs had in order to gain access to these weapons. His new arm had hastily been attached to his body in order to save his life. He didn't have any of those super high-tech gadgets lodged in his skull to let him use nine-tenths of the arsenal that the arm could become. All he had managed to make it do with his self-teaching was to make the built in blade extend and retract. If R&D were to be believed, it came equipped with weapons like a repeater gun and a flamethrower. Fat lot of good that did him...
Ein had never liked the junkyard. Before, it had been a place he thought fondly of. It's where he met Zzeil for the first time. With how long it had been since he had last seen her, it now only served as a painful reminder that he may never see her again. It was also the place that he had had his first confrontation with her. Finn. The uppity punk werewolf that had given him so much grief over the few years that he had clashed with her. She was the only enemy he had yet to successfully kill. It was as though she was the cockroach of the lycanthrope race. She just...wouldn't...die. "Huh..." Ein chuckled to himself. "...I can't even remember why I decided to come here." He took a seat on an overturned refrigerator and looked at his left arm. At first glance, it looked completely ordinary, covered by a sleeve and the hand donning a glove. This appearance betrayed what was beneath the fabric, however. Clenching his fist again, more tiny gear and servo noises accompanying the act, he gritted his teeth. "I swear...I will kill that woman one day."
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Posted: Fri Jan 16, 2009 4:06 pm
Right about now Finn was starting to curse that god damn hunter for trashing her bike. The repairs where costing her an arm and a leg, and she was reduced to ripping apart old junkyard bikes for working parts. She felt like a horrible grease monkey trying to cheat someone out of their money by selling them used parts, proclaiming them to be new. Finn rationalized that the repair man was just trying to cheat her out of money in the first place as she ripped apart a Harley who had definitely seen better days, having the entire front tire missing and part of the handle bars smashed in like a truck had hit it.
With an angry growl she ripped off another bit of the poor bike, trying to get at the vital part the repair man had demanded she needed before it could get fixed, one that he had said would cost her a fortune... She would show his greasy a** how much of a con artist she could be. She threw the scrap metal she was making over her shoulder, making enough noise to wake the dead in her frustration of bike dissection.
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Posted: Fri Jan 16, 2009 4:25 pm
An unmistakable noise reached his ears. The sound of an angry woman. It was never a good sound, but to him, it had made his day. This was because he knew who the voice belonged to. It was a small wonder why he hadn't picked up her scent earlier. All he could smell from the direction of the growl was oil, metal, and brake dust. He would bet his bow on the fact that he knew who was over there. "I just didn't think it would be today." Ein said, concluding his previous statement. He arose from the refrigerator seat he had taken, and began to move quickly and quietly in the direction of the sound of shredding metal. He climbed a pile of the useless junk that littered the yard and his sights were met with a familiar female in familiar red clothing, smudged with grease and oil, presumably from the vehicle she was maddeningly ripping apart. Wasting no time, his bow was unfolded and a screamer arrow was nocked and pulled back. There was one thing he was thankful for about this new arm. His aim had never been steadier. Aiming his shot to make sure the arrow would no more than an inch away from Finn's left ear, he released the arrow, fully aware of the hell he was about to unleash.
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Posted: Fri Jan 16, 2009 4:37 pm
With a bit of victory she managed to rip out the part she had been so viciously killing this bike for. She held it up to inspect it, with her one good eye, and make sure that it was in working condition, not that she could be sure, but at least it looked new enough to still work. A victory grin flashed across her face, and in the stunning silence cast by her sudden cease of noise she heard the gentle pull of a string being held taught.
She turned around just in time to watch a familiar face let lose an all too familiar arrow. The screeching noise it let loose made her ball up in pain, the bow soared over her head, and impaled itself in the bike's remaining skeleton. In her rage, as the arrow ceased to scream and left a ringing in her ears to the point of making her deaf, she lifted the bike's rear tire and spun around before heaving it up towards the god damn hunter who just wouldn't die. He would pay for taking her eye.... Even if he had already lost an arm to her, Finn was greedy that way.
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Posted: Fri Jan 16, 2009 5:01 pm
A tire? He was surprised that that was all she had thrown at him. Granted, she couldn't throw much else, what with the reeling pain he saw she was in. He dodged the tire with ease and was about to ready another arrow when something entirely unthinkable (and pretty damn hilarious) happened. Unknown to Ein, the tire that he had dodged flew past him and had managed to hit activation button for one of the many junkyard crane magnets. The one that it had unwillingly activated happened to be the one that was conveniently suspended above Ein. There was a hum as the magnet activated and Ein felt a sudden pull on his left arm. He was carried into the air until his arm, now unfortunately made of metal, came in contact with the magnet with a solid clank. "Oh, what the hell is this?!" Ein fumed as he dangled uselessly from the giant slab of magnetized metal, trying unsuccessfully to free his now-bound arm. The battle had suddenly taken a turn from serious to downright amusing.
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Posted: Fri Jan 16, 2009 5:08 pm
Finn was getting ready to start throwing the bike's exhaust pipes at him, when suddenly he flew into the air. Her ears where still ringing so she didn't get the warning whirr of electromagnetic-ness. But she fell over laughing all the same. He looked like a really bad pinata! She let him hang there for a few minutes before she started to rummage through the garbage piles, obviously she was looking for an instrument of torture. Eventually she found something.... A plunger.
With a shout of victory she picked up several of the heavier bike parts and made the trudge up the hill, making sure the bike parts didn't fly up towards the magnet before she wanted them too. when she was directly underneath him she shouted up to him.
"Hey tin man! How's the new arm workin out for ya?"
Still laughing her a** off at his situation, she let the bike parts fly towards the magnetic pull... With Ein in their pathway she could only wonder what would happen. Hopefully it would be intertaining.
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Posted: Fri Jan 16, 2009 5:51 pm
Pinned to a hunk of metal or not, dodging the oncoming bike parts was still fairly easy as they crashed into the different parts of the magnet. Great, he had gone from feared Hunter to lycan target practice. Still trying to wrench his arm free of the magnet, he tried and failed to ignore Finn's snide question at his expense. "It was working out fine until you threw that bloody tire..." He grunted to himself as he continued straining against the pull of the magnet to try and break his arm free. "I wouldn't be up here if you hadn't ripped it off, you know!" He called down frustratedly at her.
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