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 Posted: Sat Aug 30, 2008 12:57 pm
Daiguren stood on top of a building and watched the crowds and noticed the pair of Ceon and Layne. A smile came over his face then quickly the felt another not lycan but not demon, it was interesting to him, but he didn't care. he turned his attention back to the pair, noticing younger lycan's in the bunch, for now he would just watch.
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Posted: Sat Aug 30, 2008 1:11 pm
Layna was right behind him, her hand clasping her son's lightly. It was strange to think that they were back in New York after a year of being away.
((Exit: Apartment))
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Posted: Sun Aug 31, 2008 10:07 pm
Daiguren jumped down into an ally from the building tops and walked back toward the park. A smile on his face, it had been a while scenes he had seen either of those two. {{Exit}}
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Posted: Mon Sep 01, 2008 5:24 am
Prometheus walked through the city. "Does anything happen around here?" he asked. "I had a more fun time when that tainted was throwing grenades at me.... Oh, well." He continued walking through the streets, getting strange looks from the humans. "See? Humans are just little play things that mock our kinds." Gunter told him mentally. "Lets get back to your friend's apartment, I'm hungry."
~~Exit: Vivian and Prometheus apartment~~
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Leprechaun and the Voices
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Posted: Wed Sep 03, 2008 5:58 pm
Psychedelic...
I think I know, I mean I "Yes" but it's all wrong...
Mephlius sat on top of a large skyscraper. His feet dangled over the edge from where he sat. He was looking directly down at the sidewalk before. "Where could she be...?" He said aloud. She should she back... she should have been back weeks ago. What could be wrong? Could she have... He shook his head no. No... She wouldn't. His eyes opened wide. Unless... What if she got a full moon? What if she went crazy, and got arrested, or captured, or... His eyes sparkled a bit, tears forming. She's fine... She's fine... calm... down...
... that is I think I disagree.
...ciledehcysP
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Posted: Wed Sep 03, 2008 9:56 pm
A shadow fluttered from alley to alley. A dark figure stalking through the streets with an obvious limp. <********' blighters.' a heavy British accent announced to the darkness. The flooding light from a streetlamp washed over a man in black, with a tattered cowl barely covering his face, and a hole-ridden hood over his head. Under the cowl was no shirt, and Celtic tattoos covering the right half of his body. A white strand of hair fell out of the hood, and the faint glimmer of sunglasses reflected the flooding lamplight.
'I swear once I'm patched up... I'm sending them back to Hell.' he spoke, again. The black figure dodged back into an alley as a couple of people rounded the corner he'd been walking towards. He kept silent as the love-struck pair walked passed.
'Kerri...' he said. 'I'm almost home...' He kept his course, and traversed back into the street, heading towards the bar he'd come to call home. He looked around him, ensuring he wasn't being watched, and kept going, his armored boot strangely making no noise against the pavement.
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Posted: Wed Sep 03, 2008 10:49 pm
Kerrigan was running like a madwoman. Her chest was heaving, though she showed no signs of letting up one bit. Sneakers pounding against the concrete of the sidewalks, Kerrigan seemed to ignore not only those around her, but also the street signs designed to keep people from getting hit. Krii was on his way back to Haven, and she would be damned if she was not there waiting for him, or intercepted him before he got there.
Completely ignoring a "Do Not Walk" sign, Kerrigan sprinted straight into New York traffic. Hearing the blaze of car horns, she turned her head to see a skidding taxi coming ever nearer to her. Jumping quickly, she landed on top of the hood of the taxi in a crouched position as it came to a halt. The cabbie started to yell at her, but Kerrigan for once had no snappy comment to throw back at him. Her entire focus was on one thing - getting to Krii. Pushing off the hood of the cab, she jumped onto the pavement once more, leaving the screaming cab driver behind as she dodged traffic til she was on the opposite side of the street. Making a left she took of running once more, pushing herself as fast as she could go as she simply shoved anyone obstructing her path out of the way. Hunters was close now - only a few blocks - and she could hardly wait to feel her love's arms wrapped around her.
[next post will be in Hunters]
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Posted: Fri Sep 05, 2008 9:58 am
Arhh the city night life, this is what Terri needed. It was her first time out and about in this new city and she was determined to explore each part. The city light illuminated her walk down the back streets. She had never been one for crowds and so tended to steer clear of the hustle and bustle of the main streets. she could hear the distant rumblings of the traffic and the constant barrage of feet. Below her she could hear the voices and convocations of the public in the subway. It was these subtle enhancements that made her appreciate her gift of vampirism.
She wondered for hours through the maze of the back streets to gather her bearings.
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Leprechaun and the Voices
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Posted: Fri Sep 05, 2008 2:46 pm
Psychedelic...
I think I know, I mean I "Yes" but it's all wrong...
Mephlius could smell them all. The demons, the vampires, his fellow lycans. From his little perch on the top of some skyscraper... he could smell them. He could see them. In any normal case, his Hunter roots would have taken over at this point. He would have climbed down, and prepared to defend the innocent, hunt down the dangerous, be a guardian, yeah yeah. But this was no normal case. He was deep in thought. He barely noticed the things around him, and if it weren't for his lycan sense of smell, he would have been completely unaware of those things around him. But his sense of concern over-rode common sense.
... that is I think I disagree.
...ciledehcysP
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Posted: Fri Sep 05, 2008 6:05 pm
Jean walked the city streets in silence, even her steps were so. Well to those that were of the natural world at least.
Loosening up her neck and shoulders, she rotated them. Causing a crunch and a crack here and there in the process. She grunted in awe, as the tension in her shoulder gave out a bit, and she began walking ahead for the unknown.
"Did you really mean all that back there?" Jasie's voice ended the silence.
Jean groaned and replied to her other half, "Drop it. I see no point in talking right now, least of all to you." she hissed back and continued walking.
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Posted: Sat Sep 06, 2008 11:13 am
The street's were dark and harmonious. The only high light, was steam that seeped out of man holes from sewer tops. Yet everything had it's place, and every sound reminded her of home.
Her clothing, signaled she was pretty much a tomboy and of the 'normal' crowd... thanks to Zarathose and he's baggy clothing that she borrowed in a hurry.
Jean grumbled, as she noticed how much Jasie was rubbing off on her. The thought caused her nerve's to shingle, and she seriously wanted to hurt someone. But she carried on unknowingly in directions, hoping to hit a street that called out to her to walk amongst.
Walking aimlessly about, she finally gazed about the streets and noticed others roaming. Wary and not in the mood for violence once again, she strayed from them. Normally she'd walk casually out in the open, but since the world was pretty much going mad against every outsider. Monster or not... It was wise to keep away from humans. And besides, she already had a run in with a task force in the park, so what more trouble could she get into.
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Posted: Sat Sep 06, 2008 11:39 am
Psychedelic...
I think I know, I mean I "Yes" but it's all wrong...
((Guess who just read the plot twist?!))
Mephlius stayed sitting there on the edge. He heard the click of guns' safeties turning off. "Freeze!" Mephlius stood up, and turned around to the FBI agents. "Why... Why did you bother telling me? Why didn't you just put a bullet through my head?" He sighed. "You see... that's why people like me are still here." One of the FBI agents squeezed the trigger. A bullet spun out of the barrel, impacting with Mephlius' head. He fell to onto the rooftop, just a few feet from falling onto the edge. His fingernails hardened and grew into claws. His lips barely held back the growing fangs. They had used standard, lead bullets. Perhaps even some holy water in there. But not silver. Dumbasses... The FBI that had fired moved towards him, to secure the kill. As soon as he was in range, Mephlius sprung up, and struck.
5 points began to form in the back of the FBI's back. Mephlius' claws had stabbed cleanly through him, and come out the other side. The others stood, in sheer terror as Mephlius' muscles grew. His leather jacket ripped apart. "You... are going... to die." The FBI agent still served as a human shield for Mephlius, although he didn't need it. None of them had silver bullets. A wicked grin spread across his face, before it grew into a wolfish snout with a snarl. Mephlius tossed the agent on his arm forward like a ragdoll. It impacted with two others, sending the trio into the building across the street.
Mephlius' eyes flashed from their familiar emerald color to a steely grey, as he leapt towards the crowd. He sliced upward through an agent, shearing his organs from his chest and ripping his lungs to shreds. He toppled to the ground. Mephlius turned, and sent the back of his fist towards another's temple. The man's skull crushed on impact, and he himself was sent tumbling across the rooftop, stopping just before the end. A single arm hung over the edge. Mephlius turned to the next agent and gave him a frontal kick (Imagine the "This is Sparta" kick). The man flew over the edge of the building, landing in the middle of the street below, causing panic and almost causing 3 car accidents. Mephlius turned to face the final agent. There was a scream of pure terror, the sound of evisceration... and then... silence.
... that is I think I disagree.
...ciledehcysP
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Leprechaun and the Voices
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Posted: Sat Sep 06, 2008 2:33 pm
((Giggles and so wants to give you a hug... Oddly. O_o))
Still randomly walking, Jean heard gun fire.
What the ********> And with that thought in mind, she raced to the location. Which wasn't that far in fact.
Coming to a complete stop, Jean looked around. Finding nothing at eye level, she gazed upwards. (Zooming in, as if in a movie) Jean gazed at a male figure in a leather jacket, (Mephlius) just a few feet from falling onto the edge of the rooftop.
Nice back side... she casually thought, and then he disappeared.
Intrigued and rather curious, Jean found herself climbing the fire escape to watch the commotion.
Stopping just a few feet from exposure, Jean checked for threats near her before she jumped onto the rooftop. Just as she did, (Mephlius) tossed an agent forwards impacting with two others and sent them all slamming into the building across the street. The sight moved her, she didn't know whether to join in or applaud. But she moved to a near by door to lean against and simply watched the splendid sight. Drawn and hypnotized to it's gore beauty of intestines and blood spraying in the air. All raw male in his true form and glory... Ripping and shredding officers left and right.
Ohh God, it was fantastic.
The scream brought her out of her daze, yet the scream wasn't what bothered her. The silence that came afterwards, did.
Jean always liked to see things coming her way, enemies and the like. With a silence, came death... yet the hands that took that life, was usually a foe or threat to her. Yet the coming battle and fight, set her blood afire. She always loved the way blood soaked the earth. How it felt against her skin and the smell of it.
Mmm... tasty.
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Posted: Sat Sep 06, 2008 2:49 pm
Psychedelic...
I think I know, I mean I "Yes" but it's all wrong...
Mephlius stood up from the completely obliterated guard's remains, his arms dripping with blood. His muscles began to shrink down to their normal size. His ripped undershirt hung loose over his chest. His pants were relatively undamaged. His claws and fangs retracted. Mephlius' sick grin had evened out into a straight face. He was panting lightly. Mephlius blinked, and his steely eyes turned back to their standard blue. He walked over to his torn jacket, and retrieved his two MP7A1s, and his ammo. He picked up one of the FBI's vests with gun and ammo pouches, unloaded them, and put his own stuff inside. He pulled on the jacket, which looked rather out of place considering his bloody hands and shredded shirt. He took a deep breath, and finally, over the sound of his own panting, he heard something feint. Breathing. His lycan senses, still a little on edge since his almost complete transformation, picked up on it. He turned to face Jean, assessing whether or not she was a threat. When she apparently wasn't he relaxed a bit.
... that is I think I disagree.
...ciledehcysP
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Leprechaun and the Voices
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Posted: Sat Sep 06, 2008 3:26 pm
Jack roamed the streets of New York, tired and irritated with everything. He felt guilty for what he said earlier. He wanted to see Jean and apologize for what he said. After all, she did. As he tried to go over everything in his head, he heard gunshots. He grunted quietly as he looked up. Blood filled his nostrils. His eyes widened with some fear as he knew what was going on. He could smell Jean close by as well.
Damn... cops are probably near by.
With that, Jack took off towards Jean, running as quickly as he could. He pulled out his .38 revolver, in case something else would happen... and if cops or the such swarmed the area, he could use his "Hunter authority" to make it look like something else... assuming she did do something.
"Jean?! Jean!"
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