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 Posted: Wed Nov 19, 2008 7:43 pm
Joe looked questioningly at Jacob. "Does that sound like a 'Rose' to you?" he murmured softly.
Turning back to the intercom, Joe said, "I'm looking for a Rose LeBlanc, I have a delivery for her."
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Posted: Wed Nov 19, 2008 7:57 pm
The voice chuckled. "A 'delivery.' Of course. Hey, R-" His voice cut out. Apparently, he was a bit late in turning off the intercom.
Several minutes later, a slender, dark-haired woman in black greeted them. She wore black clothing, a collar, and fishnet... well, everywhere her skin was exposed had fishnets. She wore a bit too much eyeliner. "Mmmyes?" Something sparkled in the dull green of her eyes.
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Posted: Wed Nov 19, 2008 8:45 pm
Joe wasn't totally sure what to think, so he said, "Rose? Rose LeBlanc? Sebastian sent me."
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Posted: Wed Nov 19, 2008 10:04 pm
Fyrin turned around very slowly, very casually. His men turned around, just as slowly but not quite so casually. Behind him...
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Posted: Wed Nov 19, 2008 10:28 pm
She raised an eyebrow. They felt a very definite light mana pulse. "I'll have his money by Wednesday," she replied.
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... Behind him, a door had sealed itself. Fyrin wasn't sure whose protection it was meant for.
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Posted: Thu Nov 20, 2008 8:27 am
Fyrin shifted a little uneasily. Without words he set his men a little on edge; they turned back the way they were moving. Fyrin looked for alternate routes. Doors, anything. Windows to break. Anything to stop moving down this pre-planned route.
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Posted: Thu Nov 20, 2008 3:28 pm
Joe shivered a bit at the light touch of mana. "I'm not sure what arrangement you guys worked out. Should I wait until then to give it to you?"
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Posted: Thu Nov 20, 2008 5:41 pm
Rose raised an eyebrow at Joe. "Give me what?"
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Fyrin and his men found no other routes.
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Posted: Thu Nov 20, 2008 7:10 pm
"Your package," Joe evaded. "What exactly did you order?"
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Posted: Thu Nov 20, 2008 8:33 pm
Rose stared at him. Another mana ping. "I didn't order anything. Get out."
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Posted: Thu Nov 20, 2008 8:50 pm
Fyrin shook his head. Move faster, he indicated, and they started jogging. The less time any opposition had to set up the better. If they were gonna be fighting Fyrin didn't want to be trying to eliminate fortified positions.
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Posted: Thu Nov 20, 2008 10:51 pm
The corridor Fyrin was in extended for quite some distance; a particularly bright area of red light was around the next bend.
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Posted: Fri Nov 21, 2008 3:25 pm
"Are you sure?" Jacob asked. He felt something strange and nudged Joe, "Did you feel that?" he whispered so Rose wouldn't hear.
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Posted: Fri Nov 21, 2008 4:03 pm
Fyrin came to a stop. Silently he and his men stacked up against the wall, and Fyrin extended his head around to see what was there. Subconciously he formed a finger gun with his hand; it was a thaumaturgic activation, combined with a safety being shut off mentally.
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Posted: Fri Nov 21, 2008 5:59 pm
A large open area was guarded by human-looking beings with dimly pulsing Crossover signatures - vampires. They had assault rifles. There was a desk. The red light made Fyrin a little dizzy, for some reason.
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