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Posted: Tue Jul 15, 2008 7:44 am
Cosette knew she had succeeded a few brief seconds before Stan managed to run headlong straight into the barrier. She'd had a moment to anticipate with twisted fascination for the sickening crack of a bone or two in his face, enough time to take delight in the sight of the bloody river pouring from his face. What really had Cosette laughing hysterically was the best part of the whole scene. She'd watched with glee, bubbling with laugher when Stan turned around like a frantic bird to make a mad dash in the other direction, only to come up short and smack right into the barrier again. She sauntered right up to that wall, pressing her small hands against it. She looked like some magnificent mime, pressing that eager little face in on the invisible glass which could very well have been a window to a delicious candy shop as she starred into it with a hungry, unwavering watch of those eerie blue eyes . As Cosette smushed that button nose against the wall, She might have licked her lips but the movement was so swift that it would be lost to human eye sight.
“Oh, Look. I caught a birdie. Going to sing for me little bird?” The honey smoothly effect of her voice was lifted by an edge of humor, taunting poor man while those brilliant blue eyes danced with unsettled laugher. Cosette was nearly purring, So pleased with her accomplishment She had managed to catch the foolish Hunter like he was nothing but fancy game when all Alasdair had managed to do is dance around like a poorly trained monkey dodging bullets. Even Cosette, Far from being a half decent fighter herself realized rather swiftly the deadly bullets would just keep flying unless someone did something about the main issue. And look! Cosette did it, She took care of the stupid Hunter. All the while Alasdair had been busy prancing around, Luther disappearing into a portal of shadows, and Hideyo...Well, she didn't know were that Asian went, but Cosette found it perfectly justifiable to assume the women had run away, Frightened of bullets and lights. Maybe Luther wouldn't find it so appealing to place himself in that women's company when Cosette told him that. “It would be lovely to hear you scream. Certainly after those not-so-friendly thoughts of yours. I wouldn't look so downright cute if you pumped UV into my perfect little body. It wouldn't be very nice, You know. What is with everyone thinking they can just bully poor Cosette around like I'm just some little rag doll?” That porcelain face had remained so perfectly calm and composed; But there was one of those little twitches of her slender fingers. Stan may not yet have noticed, But the entire circumference of the box had closed in by a few feet on each side.
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Posted: Tue Jul 15, 2008 8:59 am
"Indeed it woudl be sad to see her pumped full of UV... but i bet her screams are even more melodic then her voice." Armand was sitting ona a gargoyle high atop a building watchign the goings on from a godo distance. he had a small d3evice in his hand, and he was tightening the last bolt in it. over the course of watchign them, he had placed a few more pieces onto the contraption, but he dare not turn it on. through the church, he had gathered some rather special pieces of equip,ment. a cross blessed by pope john paul II, a rosary once held by Padre Pio and blessed at metragorge. it all led up tot the fact he was building a weapon, and it was going to be a BLAST. he spun the revolving barrel in the middle and it clicked into place on the top of its screwholder. it was made of white gold and silver, and there where even parts that contained UV fluid. everything wwas specialized and it took a fair amoutn of work just to get this small almost soccerball sized orb JUst perfect. " I wonder what you'll do next, littel cossette...how does a porcelain doll fight..." Armand chuckled with a scrwewdriver in his mouth. he took out the rosary and fitted it into its canister, shoving and twisting it into position with a small click. he made no attempt to be quiet, he was half a mile up, and just as far away, he was mearly watching the gogings on, only hearing bits and pieces of the unpleasant banter the opposing sides shared during battle.
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Posted: Tue Jul 15, 2008 10:52 am
"Only on Sundays, honey." Stan blinked a few times, bent over a bit to allow the blood to drip to the floor rather than his clothes. Blood was a b***h to wash off. He was seemingly calm now though, making an indefinite assumption on the current situation. They were to either kill him or turn him. Obviously, at least to Stan who hated them more than anything, there was only one way to go against that. He stared through his spectacles at the Glock 37 in his hand, smiled despite himself before turning towards Cosette. "You're just not a cool looking vampire. Look at the guy over there," Stan pointed his Glock towards Alasdair, studying the vampire before looking back at Cosette. "That's an extremely fashionable coat he's wearing. You'd think he stole it from the Demon Barber of Fleet Street himself. While you're just as annoying and whiny as a teenage Anakin Skywalker who seemed to have grown female reproductive parts over night.... Just a thought."
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Posted: Tue Jul 15, 2008 12:23 pm
The vast majority of Stan's movie referencing insults flew right over her pretty little head. It was pretty obvious too, because for a long moment Cosette just stood there starring at him with a rather blank and clueless expression marring her young face. She did of course understand that Stan, Who was bleeding all over the ground and causing a horrible mess just so happened to imply that Alasdair was better than her. And Cosette, Ever the narcissist didn't pause for a moment to consider the thought that poor broken nosed Stan might just be attempting rile her up or maybe distract her. Instead, Cosette just got upset and started running her mouth off the way she commonly did when she wasn't willing to resort just yet to violence. “Cool?” The word sounded awkward on her tongue, out of place amongst the century old accent as she mimicked Stan. “How can he...” Cosette paused, Just long enough to lazily wave a white hand in Alasdair's direction before she started speaking again, rather hastily. “Be any better than me. Just look at him, He's dancing all about like a stupid monkey dodging your petty bullets and showing off that ugly coat. A coat he's probably only wearing because he is scared of the wonderful fact that he can't dodge everything. “ “So here's just a thought birdie, I could slip past all your bullets at point blank range and still managed to tear open your throat. So to correct you, Yes I am better than Alasdair. All he has is his fancy guns, a petty coat and pathetic shadows. And then there is me, In all my dazzling glory and swift reflexes.” The entire speech was topped off with a little 'hmpf' as Cosette hiked up her button nose in a purely snobbish move, pleased to have made her point.
Cosette could hear Armand in the distance, rambling on about in commentary to the scene below him. She didn't turn about to look for his taller than average figure, Cosette was positive that she would lose focus and drop bonds of her invisible cage if she set her eyes on anything other than the deliciously bleeding Stan. “You should clean up your mess, Birdie. It's not very polite to go bleeding in the presence of vampires. Get's them rowdy, You know.”
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Posted: Tue Jul 15, 2008 2:25 pm
"Doll face; listen, I didn't say that he was better than you, frankly I don't care about your insecurities. I said 'cooler.' Look at him. He's cheesy as hell. I understand that a picture of Jesus Christ is nice and all, but when you put him up against a picture of Cthulhu. You've got yourself an easy winner." He poked the side of his head with his multi-tasked index finger and grinned at the female vampire. "You can tear me apart a thousand times and they wouldn't cast you in a movie. Unless you'd prefer a part as a damsel. In that case..."
Stan giggled despite his predicament. He knew he'd probably die, but the likeliness that it would be at the hands of a Vampire was slim. He grimly stared down at the guns at his side. "In that case... aww ******** it. I wouldn't expect a soulless corpse to understand anyway, especially one with a God complex. I've met Doctors humbler." The hunter frowned then as he moved the operational side of the Glock towards his face. "You're probably planning on killing me, or possibly screwing my life by turning me into scum." He scoffed at the thought, spitting a mixture of blood and saliva at the invisible wall where Cosette's face was peering through, "And after months of pondering over the thought left me only with a single remedy."
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Posted: Tue Jul 15, 2008 6:34 pm
“Ewwww!” Cosette jumped back, retreating a step away from the vile display. At the same instant, She smacked her hand against the wall, blocking out the horrid sight. If Cosette had been stupid enough to reach past the barrier, She might very well have smacked Stan right upside the head for being so vulgar and rude. Seriously, Men this century were just pigs. Absolutely no manners at all. “As if I would take the precious time out of my night to make some fancy little puppet vampire out of you. You would make a horrible vampire anyways. You'd probably accident blow yourself up with all those fancy weapons and and end up as some horribly marred and gruesome creature for all century. And then, instead of trying to figure out ways to pump other vampires with UV and destroy them, You'd have all the time in the world to think of wonderful and creative ways to commit suicide. “ A taint of scorn touched her melodic voice, finding it insulting that Stan would even compare her motives for trapping him to be as unoriginal and boring as other's of her race might have done. Regardless of just how tempting it might have been to make some hideous creature out of him to teach he back-talking hunter a valuable life lesson....Don't be mean to Cosette. While she would not be be inconvenienced by turning him into a dazzling creature of the night or sullying her perfect little hands with a death; Cosette wasn't short of torturing. In fact, It was her favorite thing to do. You see, Cosette was getting tired of Stan running his mouth off, the cynical four-eyed hunter that had a perfectly witty and sarcastic comeback for everything she thought she had been so clever to say. So, Instead of causing a mess and ripping out a tongue; Cosette once again fixed her delicate focus on the unseen Stan container. It not only closed in just the slightest bit more, but began absorbing the oxygen contained within it at an alarming rate. Give it a minute and poor Stan would be gasping for air like a wiggling fish. It wasn't because humans needed air to survive, but simply because Stan needed air to keep talking.
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Posted: Tue Jul 15, 2008 7:11 pm
"Horribly marred and gruesome... That's strange because I'm staring at a horribly marred and gruesome creature." Stan holstered his Glock, using a finger to push his horn-rimmed glasses up his nose. Funny thing. The glasses belonged to a vampire Stan had killed with a rusty wrench. System Shock Two much. He didn't say anything else as he frantically paced back and forth trying to think of a way out. Of course, he took the time to tease Cosette every once in a while by sticking his tongue out at her.
It never really occurred to him that he was rude. Did it really matter? They were vampires after all. Stan could be as rude as he wanted to be during hunts. It angered the vampires and that usually was a good thing. But not when you're trapped and slowly losing... oxygen. Oh ********. The hunter psychologist slammed his fist against the wall, motioning for Cosette to turn the air back on.
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Posted: Tue Jul 15, 2008 8:55 pm
“Oh just shut up. I'm far from 'marred and gruesome', but of course; You wouldn't know perfection if it smacked up upside your head. I doubt you can even see two feet in front of you considering you are wearing those horrendous glasses.” Cosette crossed her arms over that poorly endowed chest, impatiently tapping her foot and waited with batted breath for Stan to show signs of discomfort as he realized his precious oxygen was no more. That ought to teach him. Of course, The instant Stan motioned for the air to be returned, Cosette's lips broke into an ecstatic smile. “See, There! I like that better. Sil-ence.” Cosette muttered, accentuating the lovely word to make her point painfully clear, counting the syllables on her slender fingers. “ I win. You lose, You poor little birdie.” She realized that she sounded awfully childish,But she was elated with her victory. Cosette had for once, Accomplished something. Even if it was merely trapping and shutting up a loud-mouth human armed with fancy weapons. She was itching to just close the box in on Stan. Squeeze him into a bloody pulp watch lovely Stan juices stain the ground in a gruesome display. But then again, No one had ever before so blatantly argued with her, insulted her left and right and acted just as painfully childish as Cosette might have when Stan kept sticking his tongue out at her. And it would have been downright cheating if she just killed him now, He wouldn't have even had a moment to defend himself. Cosette liked it better when they had ample time to squirm and suffer.
“If you had just been a good bird from the beginning, You wouldn't have ended up in such a predicament. How long can you hold your breath? I bet it's not...” Cosette's voice trailed off to an incoherent mutter as she pulled one of those white hands to her forehead, hesitating as her entire body went deathly still. In that instant, Cosette's entire focus drifted from her mocking bird and fixed on something else entirely. A distant roar had leaked into her head, An irritating and mind numbing noise. The sudden crack forming along the drugged up noise filter caused her to do a swift mental calculation, doubling back and recounting right down to nanoseconds from the time of her last injection of Luther's magnificent drug. Cosette had exactly one minute and thirty two seconds left before the drug would swiftly thin out of her system and Stan would be free. Already, Her control was beginning to waver. Air was leaking back into the cage, Which also meant there were tiny holes melting away at her barrier. Cosette's precious attention never returned to the suffocating Stan, She was too busy cupping her head between those small white hands and tugging at her luscious golden curls. With the effects of a dreadful withdraw already showing, along with it returned her awful headaches to grace Cosette with a head splitting distraction. She should have known better, Should have realized the horrid and painful noise would be so much worse than before. Hammering with over use, obvious evidence that Cosette wasn't meant to wield such power without terrible repercussions. It was probably quiet obvious to Stan and the other vampires that Cosette had suddenly either managed to give herself a brain freeze, Or more likely might be suffering a brain hemorrhage due to the sudden withdraw and over exhaust of her delicate mind.
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Posted: Tue Jul 15, 2008 9:14 pm
The hunter didn't respond; just pounding on the wall. He was drowning and he wasn't even under water. Stan wondered if this was what people with lung cancer suffered from. If so, it was terrible. And Cosette was terrible for imposing such a torture on him. He gripped the M79 in his hand and thought about. Then, thought against it. Stan frantically attempted to take a few breaths, but didn't receive a God damned thing. Gradually, his vision wavered and the blackness that fell over his eyes signified a little bit more than unconsciousness. He knew that if he succumbed to this he wouldn't wake up.. ever. He attempted to drag himself towards one edge of the building; Stan was going to attempt his Plan-B. His ******** trum.... Then black.
The oxygen did come back and Stan wouldn't die, but there was no doubt about it. He had fallen unconscious due to the exposure, or lack thereof, of oxygen. His hands went limp and the M79 hit the ground with a soft thud. It was game over, and Stan didn't even know it.
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Posted: Tue Jul 15, 2008 9:42 pm
Alasdair walked in a slow mortal pace mid way towards the hunter. He stopped as soon as Alasdair saw blood flowing freely from the hunter’s nose. So it seemed that Cosette had managed to trap the brave hunter in her childish barrier. Every time Alasdair thought about her futile attempts of power, it made the vampire laugh. Anyone with real power could see through the drug crazed vampire’s little attack. It was filled with holes and there where countless ways of counteracting the trap. You could make Cosette lose focus on the box; there was also the waiting game. Since Cosette’s power came from a time limited drug, which caused her horrible drawbacks. So if someone just waited patiently until she drew her limit, then they would be home free.
Thus Alasdair waited patiently to see what Cosette was going to do with the hunter. The vampire crossed his arms against his UV soiled chest and waited. He was standing perfectly straight and balanced, and with a slight grin growing in his lips at the sight of little Cosette getting so worked up over something so meaningless as the words of a desperate hunter. It seemed that the girl was truly weak to let such pathetic words affect her. But Alasdair already knew that, he was counting on a smart hunter to figure out the young vampire.
Time passed and the hunter was still alive and messing with Cosette’s head, while Cosette slowly lost power and concentration. At once his violet eyes saw when the girl began sucking the air out of the invisible box, which was the most obvious and natural when you have that kind of power. She was so foolish to leave that attack for the end. If she really wanted to play with her victim, then she should have slowly sucked the air out without him noticing, while she thought of a greater attack. Maybe she should have shrunk the box and leaven just enough space for the walls to press against the opponents body.
Then again it was no longer Alasdair’s fight; Cosette had selfishly stolen his opponent. But Alasdair was not really a vampire to care about that sort of things, a dead hunter was good no matter who the killer was. After all, food was not a problem on the vast city of New York.
Cosette had lost. It was apparent when her concentration faltered and the drug wore off. Alasdair smiled and uncrossed his arms, then began to walk towards Cosette. “Cosette!” He barked at her. “You silly girl, you lost when your opponent was in your grasps… Junkie.” Alasdair added with a commanding voice. He knew that Cosette had screwed up because of that pathetic drug. Even though the hunter had fallen unconscious, Cosette was unable to keep fighting. Alasdair reached the side of the hunter and grinned against as he looked down at the hunter. “Brave indeed…” Whispered Alasdair under his breath, then he looked back up to Cosette.
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Posted: Wed Jul 16, 2008 12:15 am
(( Aw, you suck, Naota. Now I totally want to make my character kill yours off. T.T ))
Hideyo had remained along the side of the building with the fire escape and was still rooted to the alleyway in which she stood. However, she slowly began to make her way up the fire escape after the second mini UV burst and listened to Alasdair confront the ammo and gun-reliant hunter on his own. Of course, she was very much capable of assisting him but seeing as she'd been on her own for so long she no longer particularly possessed that urge to protect her kin from harm. Most of the time they didn't end up appreciating it anyhow since being saved damaged their egos they felt they had to uphold so Hideyo simply decided to stand back and observe the scene as it played out before her deep void-like eyes that were just as devoid of emotion as they appeared to be.
Next Cosette decided to step in and yet again, Hideyo stood back and let little Cosette learn her lesson about drugs. They were good for a time but they proved to be very bad at the conclusion of such a fight. If she hadn't been so preoccupied with taunting the hunter as she should have been with killing him, he already would have been smashed into the pavement as easily as a bug would have been. One proper hit and his skeletal structure would collapse before her but of course prim and proper Cosette would never stoop so low as to actually touch someone in order to harm them. No, she hid behind her invisible wall and allowed the hunter to anger her and distract her so that he'd ended up surviving through the entire endeavor as well.
"Pathetic," Hideyo's beautiful voice chimed as she observed the aftermath of everything, "absolutely pathetic. Taking time to torture an enemy, while fun, shouldn't be done unless you're actually interrogating them for answers, silly Cosette. We all know that method often ends up back-firing on us and our little valiant hero ends up escaping. However, in this case it doesn't appear that he should be so lucky seeing as though waiting around left me with a world of opportunites now didn't it? I could kill you both right now and quite frankly it isn't in my nature to stand here and chide someone else for it's their job to learn from their mistakes, not mine to preach their mistakes to them. However, you've potential and you showed it tonight with your little spectacle. I can't help but wonder, though, if you actually have it in you to squash that hunter to bits before you."
Hideyo smiled after her very uncharacteristic speech, the smile appeared innocent to every next person but if Cosette wasn't so distracted she may have noticed the sinister tint to it as Hideyo issued her challenge to Cosette. Obviously the young vampire was out to prove herself to the world and she was failing miserably thus far. Too much talk and not enough action, not to mention she wasn't willing to get her hands dirty, which obviously wasn't going to get her too far in life. However, it was only a matter of time before Luther noticed his little drugged up angel was in distress and he would come to her rescue, binded by her little spell that she'd placed upon him, subject to her every whim. Disgusting.
The cold former assassin looked upon the scene once more and wished to spit on Cosette and the vile hunter that'd both been so occupied with their verbal battle that anyone could have taken them out during that time slot. Why she had not was beyond her, it wasn't her growing soft but she certainly was leaving things to chance rather than directly intervening with fate itself and now there was the question of whether or not to finish off the hunter or not. Perhaps she should leave him alive for Cosette to have a goal and to keep her challenge alive but if she let the hunter go she was also leaving things to chance for he'd likely return and be much more cautious and prepared the second time around. However, Alasdair had the human at his mercy for the moment so she decided to wait on him to see what he would do. Her guess was he wouldn't finish him off, Alasdair had always enjoyed toying with prey more than she had.
Despite all things, though, while Hideyo could seem rather arrogant at times, she knew that if she wasn't careful that she would wind up just as screwed over as Cosette and that was where she and Cosette differed vastly. It was why she was so guarded and tended to keep out of matters unless she was forcefully entered into them or she chose to screw around with people for a bit of fun. It was next to impossible to pull Hideyo into an argument that she did not wish to be in and she certainly didn't have to exhibit her quick tongue to anyone. She preferred to just take out her target, that way it was over and done with a lot quicker and she could move onto the next one. She was sticking around right now for her own amusement and purposes, however, she was also waiting on Alasdair since he apparently wished to speak with her after this scene was supposedly over. Of course, being nonchalant as ever and having nothing better to do, she waited around for him to see what he would say to her after over three hundred years.
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Posted: Wed Jul 16, 2008 8:34 am
((Ugh, Wrote too much -stabs-))
Whoops. It was one of the few conscious thoughts Cosette had as she cupped her pounding head, watching from the corner of her eyes as poor Stan fell over over and passed out from the lack of oxygen. She hadn't exactly intended to take it so far because she had wanted to toy with him some more, continue on with that childish banter until it was undeniably clear that she was right and he was perfectly wrong. But, the game was all over now. It had ended the instant the drug began thinning out and Cosette could no longer hold the four walled barrier strong. Neither won and all Cosette had managed to do is make an idiot out of herself. “Oh, Shut up. Both of you. I don't need your damn commentary.” Cosette quite nearly growled out in response, such an unpleasant and dreadfully unbecoming reaction from the doll faced girl. “I was just having fun, But of course when you get soooo horribly old, I guess you wouldn't understand the word anymore.” She really wanted to just ignore the pair as they took turns scorning her for 'failing' and not 'killing the Hunter' because it was pulling her delicate attention span thin, causing her to focus on more than one thing when the only object she ought to be fixing her focus on was filtering out the noise. This was exactly why she hated New York. It was too loud. Louder now it seemed, As she was trying to manage the effects of a withdraw. Hideyo's challenge did however manage to snatch her immediate focus as Cosette's mouth dropped open in unspoken disagreement. Didn't she realize Cosette was sort of having a crisis here? Or that, As high up as pride was up on her snobbish list, Cosette simply wouldn't have it in her to turn down a challenge despite her better judgment?
She wasn't cleared if Hideyo had intended Cosette to 'squash' Stan with her bare hands or kinetic energy, But Cosette swiftly decided there was absolutely no way she was going to dirty her perfect little hands simply to prove a point. From the beginning, Cosette never had any intentions of killing Stan. Cosette had a terrible habit of playing with the prey, Luther had witnessed that first hand when Cosette took the time to shatter and pop nearly every bone in one poor women before she had at last murdered her. But short of scaring Stan, teaching him lesson, She had never wanted to murder Stan. He wouldn't miss a foot though, Would he? And that ought to be enough to prove that Cosette could 'squash' the Hunter if she was so inclined to kill him. Cosette took one heavy, melodramatic calming breath to make it painfully obvious what a chore it was as she set those eyes on Stan's unconscious figure. Like earlier when she had tested it out upon Luther, Cosette focused all her will on Stan, on closing in a swift little box that would fracture bone and completely demolish. Just when Cosette thought she might actually be capable of pulling off such a feat without the aid of drugs, There was a police siren from down blow racing along the street. The sound was so amplified on her fragile hearing that it completely shattered her concentration. In one swift instant, She lost her focus and misjudged. The only things that ended up getting squashed in a sudden explosion was the gravel to the left of Stan's body and her pride.
A desperate little squeak escaped Cosette's lips as she gripped her head again, whimpering at the repercussions of trying to over stress her delicate mind. But At least she was making a bit of head way. There seemed to be just the slightest ounce of improvement in her broken abilities, Because never before without the aid of the drug had Cosette been able to use telekinesis. “Just get away from him. He's mine.” She mumbled, Horribly upset with herself and both Hideyo for pressuring poor Cosette into something and Alasdair for just being there and standing too close to Stan. Cosette marched right over to Stan's Body, Or at least she tried to look defiant and calm as she stumbled over there, Nearly tripping over her own feet in the process. While it seemed ever other one of her abilities had been hindered by the lack of the drug, Cosette was still incredibly swift as she reached the slender arms down to grasp her fingers around Stan's wrists. She probably looked awfully silly, because she started tugging him across the roof top in the other direction, searching for that fire escape so she could leave, Toting the poor hunter along with her. She began calling out for Luther, Both muttering his name and sending out fragmented and broken mental calls for him to come rescue her. If he didn't show up, She was just going to have to drag Stan's sorry butt all the way back to Luther's apartment.
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Posted: Wed Jul 16, 2008 9:37 am
Toying with an enemy had been something that she hadn't been permitted to do as an assassin or in her former Japanese coven. The coven and job had been strictly enforced and if she missed or if she exposed them for what they really were then it was to be her that paid the price after she fixed the bloody mess that she'd made. However, being a perfectionist had really come in handy since she hadn't had to deal with those consequences seeing as she hadn't failed a single mission. Over one hundred missions in her coven and her occupation as an assassin so she was pretty serious when things came down to it. She was a cold-blooded killer and had absolutely no capacity to care for the things that she did to other people. People screaming in terror of her or people crying in fear or pain were things she hardly noticed any longer unless she wanted to but since she had no use for feelings, she'd trained herself not to care about anything or anyone and that was how she'd gotten by in life.
To hear the prim and proper French "princess" throwing away the qualities that she knew herself for best and took pride in only caused Hideyo to further smirk. As for calling her old, Hideyo really didn't care, perhaps Cosette was right and with old age she'd become jaded amongst other things but she didn't honestly care. The young vampire certainly had a sick sense of fun, not that it disturbed nor bothered the heartless Hideyo in any shape or form. Being old, though, wasn't the only reason that she finished off her enemies quickly, it was because of her strict training and extremely strict rules. Apparently the New York coven was much kinder and would tolerate failure and allowing a hunter that would blow up the coven if they were permitted to escape. Apparently New York vampires were allowed to have "fun" with their prey.
As for what Hideyo intended for her to do to Stan, she'd start off by expecting her to kill him as opposed to sitting around and chatting with him having a tea party of sorts. She'd treated Stan like a small stuffed animal, sure he'd gotten a little battered in her carelessness as a child but she probably wouldn't notice. The thing with little children was that they often seemed to carry their life-like toys by the neck and anyone who cared to observe them would know that carrying something by the neck was utterly unrealistic unless you wished to snap their neck. It'd always been something that made Hideyo chuckle since the little children didn't even realize that they were actually "killing" their little dolls and toy animals around when they carried them by the neck. What was even more amusing was when the silly kids were given real animals and they carried them the exact same way though the animals actually got hurt and Hideyo would go in to correct them and intstruct them on how to carry their animals properly without harming them.
Hideyo walked over to the young vampire, holding out a hand that she was almost certain would be rejected due to the pride of the young vampire, however, she wasn't willing to count her out yet since she was very selfish and would probably be focusing on how to get rid of her roraring headache. "Take my hand," Hideyo's eerily calm voice instructed though it was not demanding and it was a rather nonchalant instruction that showed she clearly didn't care if Cosette listened or not, "Cosette. I'll take you somewhere that's quiet where you can recouperate if you so wish. This little hunter, though, would not be allowed to go for he'd certainly die the instant I tried to bring him along. You would be safe, though, and I'm sure I can bring your beloved Luther along to protect you just in case though he seems to have disappeared. Pretty useless at the moment, isn't he? Soon you won't need him any longer, unless of course you've actually grown to care for him." She smirked as she spoke to Cosette with her mystical, nonchalant voice.
She paused for a few moments to allow Cosette's fractured mind time to process exactly what Hideyo was saying and suggesting. Hideyo was aware that the withdrawal was painful and that the sounds in Cosette's head were amplified tenfold if not more. "The choice," Hideyo offered with a smirk as she continued to hold her hand out in case Cosette chose to take her up on her offer, "is yours, Cosette." Hideyo had to refrain from adding "little" or "silly" or "dear" in front of Cosette's name to sound as though she were speaking down to her. While Cosette deserved it, once was more than enough to get to the little vampire's nerves and as she predicted not all that long ago, Cosette had been dethroned by means of a simple conversation. It was an amusing sight and though Hideyo could mask her smirk within an instant if time called for such an action, time didn't call to her to do anything so she continued to smirk as she so pleased.
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Posted: Wed Jul 16, 2008 10:25 am
((Sorry, I wasn't quite sure if DNY was in need of another Rambo+Merlin+Speedy Gonzalez+The Juggernaut esque character. Anyways, I got places to go.))
Stan was unconscious. And as an unconscious person, he didn't say much. Which was possibly the best way Cosette and the others liked him. It would tempt them, of course, to kill the foolish hunter. If a quiet Stan was great then making it permanent was possibly the most stupendous thing that had ever happened in their dark-aligned lives. Other than biting people and finding excuses to dress up for Halloween every day.
((Jack and the Beanstalk!))
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Posted: Wed Jul 16, 2008 12:55 pm
Cosette hesitated for just a few moments in a flicker of indecision when Hideyo purposed the offer. It would have been nice to go somewhere quiet, Somewhere she could manage to organize not only her thoughts but the dreadful noise of the city. Unfortunately, despite just how lovely it might have been, Cosette decided she wasn't interested because she wouldn't be able to tote her new play toy along with her. She wasn't willing to explain it to the oh-so calm and collected vampire, But truth was, Cosette wanted to keep Stan very much alive. He would be plenty of fun to have around, Maybe she might even be able to make herself a little pet out of him. Those were always a delight. And just think what a humiliation it would be for a Hunter to find himself a vampire's puppet. You see, Cosette could draw out the torture for a very long time.
There was a grimace accompanied by a little tremor of her small body when Hideyo blatantly suggested Cosette might have feelings for Luther. No, Luther and her had a very primal and basic relationship. They needed each other, Each had something the other wanted in assistance. Simple as that. She wasn't so sure what was going on Luther's side, but once Cosette had what she wanted from him; She had full intentions to either ditch Luther without further word, Or kill him. Just for fun. Probably. Because she defiantly did not like him in any way possible. Stupid Hideyo. What did she know? She didn't know either of them and certainly had no right to go insisting such ridiculous ideas. Cosette hitched her perfect button nose high in the air, her only response on the matter. Hideyo obviously had no idea what she was talking about. Age had destroyed her common sense.
“No.” Cosette said, short and too the point; halfheartedly hoping to hurt Hideyo with the rejection. But mostly just because Cosette was preoccupied as she had taken that same moment to try and hoist Stan's limp body onto her tiny shoulders, but the drastic height difference was causing her a load of trouble. “Luther's apartment is quiet.” She added, Somehow managing to mutter out while tried to pull Stan's arms over her shoulders. Cosette thought she might have heard something pop as she tugged, But she wasn't paying enough attention to care about the limits of a human body. She was too busy trying to figure out how she was going to tote Stan all the way across town to the apartment, while dealing with her headache.
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