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 Posted: Sun Oct 28, 2007 5:05 pm
Jason saunters down the sidewalk, hands in his pockets, head tilted down slightly. He tried not to bring attention to himself. The people around him confirmed this. Being inconspicuous wasn't difficult for plain ol' Jason.
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Posted: Sun Oct 28, 2007 5:19 pm
another familiar presence crossed Atlanfer's moon-psi, "what in the world"
He looked at the other side of the road and spotted a fellow hunter.
"jason?"
He is not sure if he'll gonna approuch him, it might break the cover, but he wonder if he is in pursuit of someone too. but in the meantime, He lost his track of his own pursuit for the clouds has blurred his moon signals again.
"damn it it" he said to himself.
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Posted: Sun Oct 28, 2007 5:41 pm
Jason froze, head perked up with sudden awareness.
'Huh? Oh! Hey, there, Atlanfer.' He said, pulled from his deep thought by his colleague.
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Posted: Mon Oct 29, 2007 11:24 pm
He was a bit surprised that Jason would recognize him. After all, Atlanfer joined the Hunter just a couple of days ago.
He assume that Jason is not chasing or following someone so he replied by a casual wave and a smile.
By the annoying fact that Atlanfer has lost his track on his pursuit, he just gave up and blame fate, where the clouds are too tick; unabling him to use his powers completely.
He went towards Jason in his usual gentle expression. "Fancy meeting your here! I'm happy that you recognize me, I'm Atlanfer by the way"
He bow a little and feeling a bit embarrassed to Jason because he accidentally trespassed his identity through his lunar-psi awhile ago.
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Posted: Tue Oct 30, 2007 12:29 am
'So I've read.' Jason replied, alluding to Atlanfers file in the computer system. 'You're the sniper kid, right?' He stepped to the side, his back pressing to the wall he came to, hands in his pockets. The white puff of his breath against the air a testament to the outrageous temperature.
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Posted: Tue Oct 30, 2007 9:19 am
Just then, Jasons phone rang. He fished it from his coat pocket and flipped it open. The bold text of the viewed message sent a shiver down his spine.
'We have to go home. Now. The baddies are massing against the Bossman.' He conveyed to Atlanfer. 'C'mon. We'd better hurry.' With that, he took off with haste.
[Exit to Haven]
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Posted: Thu Nov 01, 2007 1:37 am
Before he was able to speak, Atlanfer was starled by the news, but he went off too.
(Exits to haven)
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Posted: Sun Nov 04, 2007 9:08 pm
Jaden snarled to himself as he silently lept from building to building. That b*****d! How dare he talk like that to him? There was no one that talked to him like that no matter what excuse. Dammit why was he doing this for that guy? He was a rival after all. He made his way to the docks and his single lead.
(( exit to the docks ))
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Posted: Mon Nov 05, 2007 12:31 pm
The bike moved along the roads his bike sticking to the road like treacle, slowing down a bit Charles pulled his Nokia phone from his pocket and checked his position on GPS then turned left towards his destination. The lights and sounds of New York were blinding for the new comer ad he was not prepared for the chaos that was unfolding. Charles decided he needed a quite place to adjust and prepare and he knew just the place.
(exit haven)
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Posted: Tue Nov 06, 2007 12:50 pm
Markus crouches on the edge of the church, the rain soaking his hair so it stuck to his face; he brushed it off and remained vigilant for Lycans. He grinned slightly, who knew he would be here, he was the most powerful Psychic in the Bloodrose Coven of London.
Yet, he was waiting in the rain on this grubby street, practicing moving things with his mind on pebbles and loose stones, and infiltrating the minds of birds and pigeons to keep a look out. He coughed, and sat on the edge, looking at the moon that was dimly shining through the thick clouds. He heard a bike in the distance, and heard the every day lives of mortals, he laughed morbidly, if he knew what was happening right under there noses...
He jumped down the side into an alley, and walked onto the street, he decided to have some fun. He selected a Crack Head from an alley, and invaded his mind…
The crack head stepped out of the alley, and drew a knife from his grubby pockets. He held it up, and slowly lowered it to his wrist, about to slit-
Markus was cut loose from the Mortals mind; an arrant stone had fallen onto the alley. He shrugged, and walked away. The rain poured down on the small street, blessing the drug-abuser, for the knife was only millimeters from his vein.
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Posted: Tue Nov 06, 2007 3:04 pm
Sibyl ambled down the streets of New York, becoming familiar with her new surroundings. The sights and the smells were all altered from her former pack's home. This was a city where as she'd lived in a quiet and mostly humble reserve for all of her life. Needless to say, this was quite a change in routine for Sibyl and it'd likely take her a bit to adjust. The sounds here were so dramatic and amplified. It was as though the city buildings absorbed the sound that was being made and then deflected it back into the streets. The whooshes of cars passing by and the chatter of people walking by without much of a care was all very stimulating to the young lycan.
She made sure to keep her eyes peeled for any possible threats as well as her nose peeled since it was a rather useful tool in tracking scents or picking them up. Right now she was simply walking around and really wasn't looking to track down any vampires since she was new to this city and new to her pack. She wasn't exactly nervous to meet the alpha and the elders but she did feel a slight bit of pressure to prove herself to them. Sibyl wanted to prove that she was eternally loyal to her pack and her duty as well as she wanted to prove that she deserved to be within the pack. Right now wasn't looking too bright but one day she planned to be able to speak to her leaders as a close friend and ally.
While she was walking along the gloomy streets, her sensitive nose picked up a scent that she knew quite well. She'd picked up a vampire's scent and now she intended to track it down for tracking was what she was breeded to do. Now Sibyl wasn't an all out killer and she didn't hold a huge grudge against the vampires like most lycans did but she would hunt them down if they were menaces and threats to her own race or to humans. She decided that she'd might as well follow him the simpler way so she flashed instantly into her wolven form in order to follow him more efficiently. Her nose was even better in this form and now she had even more speed as well since she was more limber and agile.
It didn't take her long before she came to a trail end where a man that'd been drug abusing sat. He seemed rather dumfounded but what was more was that the vampire's scent was rather close to him. Likely the vampire had decided to pass through and had possibly considered putting the poor drug-addict out of his misery. She couldn't blame the vampire, after all, humans that were so dependent upon those drugs repulsed her and were pathetic in her eyes. Not quite worthless but almost.
Another corner cut and then she laid eyes upon a male form with his hair plastered to his face, making his facial features virtually impossible to define. She didn't need to know what she looked like, though, she had his scent and this guy wreaked of the stench that she'd been following. It was ten times worse up close and her nose wrinkled in slight disgust. Seeing as though she could only telepathically communicate with the vampire in her wolven form, she quickly flashed back into her human form and flashed her clothes on as well. "Why hello there, vampire. Finding yourself a nice bloody meal? I noticed you were near a druggie not too far back, why didn't you finish him off?" Yes she was quite curious to hear his story and seeing as she had nothing else to do, she had all the time in the world to hear his story.
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Posted: Wed Nov 07, 2007 7:54 am
Markus turned around, and grinned horribly. He brushed his hair off of his face, and eyed up the Lycan. "I found a more...interesting quarry." He turned aside to reveal a dead Lycan, he was only a week one, only been bitten about a week back at the most. He had massive gash marks on his Jugula and stomach. Markus laughed like a child, and said through giggles, "He cried like a pig, poor Child. Now, you have been tracking me, Lycan. I can tell. I saw you cringe in disgust. I am Markus, a powerful Psychic of the Bloodrose Clan, an infamous breed of Vamps in London. I'm here to avenge my mentor, Cailfis, and you seem like a big Lycan, just like my Mentors killer. I'm not that picky with these things." He smiled darkly, and sent a mental blast in Sibyl's direction. Not enough to kill a Lycan, just enough to disorientate her. He drew his silver Tanto.
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Posted: Wed Nov 07, 2007 2:36 pm
Though the male was a lycan and had only been recently turned, Sibyl felt remorse for the poor soul. He'd probably been frightened and all alone, not aware of the fact that he was not the only were-wolf within existence. The poor soul hadn't even been given a chance or an inch of mercy and that was really what had Sibyl disappointed. However, at the same time she really didn't feel the full force of the loss since she had never known this lycan and he'd never been within her pack. She would never be able to feel the full loss of any lycan unless she knew them personally as a friend or as an ally.
The ghastly sight of the dead lycan really didn't faze Sibyl at all. She merely stood still in her place and observed silently as the vampire formed his diabolical grin. Her own expression remained stoic and nonchalant as if she didn't give a damn about the dead lycan. Her animal instincs made it so that she actually didn't feel all that bad for him since he'd been to unfit to survive the attack but her human instincts were the ones that felt the remorse for the poor soul. Sibyl, however, had never been fully human. She'd been born with the heart of an animal and at the end of the day the animal that she was happened to be what ruled her.
"More interesting indeed," was her sole response to the response she received for him not killing off the drug-addict earlier on. "Some of them do that. Some cry, some wail, some beg. There are some that are silent as well, that simply take their beating without a word or accept their fate." It was true. Some lycans cried, some humans cried, some vampires cried but there were also those who resisted or those who put up no resistance whatsoever.
She wasn't surprised that the merciless vampire decided to turn upon her and attempt to attack her so she'd been braced for it. The mental assault was immediately halted by her own minimal mental abilities. Though she wasn't able to launch her own mental assaults, her mind was heavily guarded against assaults from others. As for the tanto, she merely side-stepped it and retrieved it out of the air in order to chuck it back at the vampire. "It's no wonder I cringed. You're covered in others blood and you are a cold-blooded killer so what's not to cringe about?"
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Posted: Wed Nov 07, 2007 4:10 pm
"Are you alright?" Lucifer said, his eyes glancing in her direction.
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