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 Posted: Fri Jun 17, 2005 7:35 pm
((If your a vamp come to the hideout...there's actually a small congregation for once...otherwise...well...how's your RP?))
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Posted: Fri Jun 17, 2005 7:39 pm
((Sorry I'm lycan. As for my rping I think its fairly decent, I'm literate.))
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Posted: Fri Jun 17, 2005 7:40 pm
((w00t! Be here in a sec. biggrin ))
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Posted: Fri Jun 17, 2005 7:44 pm
~He walks with an air of indifference into the park, his cloak wrapped tightly about him, lightly jingling with the suggestion of metal beneath it...~
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Posted: Fri Jun 17, 2005 7:50 pm
Still walking through the park, Myyth listened to the clicking of her boots on the path. Glad for her long coats Myyth smelled the breeze that was playing with her hair.....there was someone else about, she could sense it....but she didn't really care who, untill they made them selves known or started shooting at her...
((sorry I'll be a few minutes my mom is makeing clean up the kitchen.))
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Posted: Fri Jun 17, 2005 7:54 pm
~As he moves in complete silence down the path, he notices the clicking of someone's boots...curious, he quickens his pace, stopping as he sees a woman walking down it towards him...his mind sets something like an alarm off, and his hands move to the desert eagles beneath his cloak. He looks deeply at her eyes, as he was trained to do in order to recognise his people's greatest foe...~
((Ahh...i was wondering what was taking you so long to post))
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Posted: Fri Jun 17, 2005 8:09 pm
((ya, back now.))
The feeling she was being watch increased dramaticly as she began to turn the corner. Stopping she looked about, and made it clear she knew someone was there. Wondering who it was Myyth cursed the person mentally for being down wind of her. Finally with a shrug Myyth went with her normal game plan. Be cocky, yet prepared to doge.
"So whom do I have the pleasure of being stalked by tonight?"
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Posted: Fri Jun 17, 2005 8:20 pm
~As her head comes up, he gets a good look into her eyes. He curses under his breath, twisting one of the desert eagles to point forward beneath his cloak, not wanting to draw it, so as not to make any movement known by disturbing the fabric~
...Tonight you are stalked by a deathhunter...
~He pulls the trigger, the bullets leaving large holes, against his better discretion, in his newly patched cloak.~
Aw damnit...
~He then immediatley dives behind a nearbye tree, dropping the cloak to free up his movement. He opens the chamber, checking the next silver nitrate bullet is in place. He shifts in his torso plate, adjusting a small peice of the armor to give him total freedom in manueverability~
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Posted: Fri Jun 17, 2005 8:25 pm
Myyth doged left, and got well off the path and behind a tree.
"I'm getting far too good at not getting shot" she muttered, follwed by a bit of cursing, as he'd shot through her coat, and nearly hit her.
"A death dealer?" She called out from behind her tree. "I'm honored, although I'd be far more if I wasn't being shot at."
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Posted: Fri Jun 17, 2005 8:31 pm
~he chuckles, his voice deep and lightly accented~
"Aye, the pleasures all mine...A deathdealer passing up a lycan is a rare occurence indeed"
~He cocks the eagles, and then twitches his wrists in an odd way, a pair of silver nekode claws switching out and clicking into place. He reaches inside the torso peice, withdrawing 2 silver kunais with a light film on the edges. He keeps these ready, attaching them in an easy to reach place finger-hole first from his wrist bracers~
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Posted: Fri Jun 17, 2005 8:37 pm
'You'd be amazed at the vampires who have." she said dryly, while checking out the surrounding terrain. She doubted this one would throw granades or anthing of that nature at her so she didn't need to run yet.....Then with a slightly wicked smile an old aquantince came to mind.
"Have you ever met the vampire Farsite? He, at least, had enought manners to refrain from shooting for awhile......Of course he was rather unusal in himself...."
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Posted: Fri Jun 17, 2005 8:42 pm
~He grimaces~
"A war is a war lycan...manners have nothing to do with tonight...Some are trained differently than others...i was not trained like him..."
~He places two laser-sight pistol scopes on the eagles, the final touch.~
It would help to be ready more often than when you go looking for things...
~He moves out from behind the tree, letting off rounds towards her tree, handling the enourmous force of the kickback with barely a twitch to the weapon.~
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Posted: Fri Jun 17, 2005 8:48 pm
Slightly dissapointed, though not surpried Myyth wondered if she was as nuts as the others thought she was for trying to reason with vampires.
Feeling as much as hearing the rounds hit her tree she knew staying here was an invitation to get shot. Again. Further annoyed she had to dump her jacket Myyth changed into a sleek redish wolf and ran in the oppisit direction than she thought the shots had come from.
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Posted: Fri Jun 17, 2005 8:57 pm
~Hearing the disturbance of the brush, he begins to slide into the rut of his vampire attributes, with the easy and familiar formality of concentration that had been taught to him all those years ago...
He moves off at a great speed, pursuing, letting off rounds at the red form up ahead, retaining his aim as best he could with the distortion of the laser by the close-cropped brush~
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Posted: Fri Jun 17, 2005 9:00 pm
*Rogue sat in a nearby tree quietly.*
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