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 Posted: Fri Mar 13, 2009 2:57 pm
The vampire was immersed in the conversation he had been having with his long time comrade, Hideyo, but what seemed like the faintest whispered broke Alasdair's train of thought. It felt so unnatural that Alasdair had to turn towards the source and inspect it. Luckily enough for the vampire, a strange figure emerged from the darkness behind a broad tree. Immediately the stench of a mutt attacked his nostrils. He knew that the man in white must be what his senses picked up.
So Alasdair turned towards him, casually, and just then the intruder began to speak. A grin grew on the vampire as the man began talking, oh the arrogance of the newcomer. It seemed that Jaden had overheard that Alasdair was pronouncing himself the new prince of darkness, well there was nothing that the washed up lycan dog could do about it. The thought brought an even bigger grin to his lips.
Alasdair stood his ground calm and undisturbed by the man's withdrawal of his weapon. The vampire's violet eyes gave a passing glance at the weapon, needed only an instant to study the blade. It was obvious that it was no ordinary blade, but there was no problem. Besides, Alasdair would not dignify himself in fighting a coward's brother.
Then arrived the threat. Alasdair smiled in pure ecstasy and let out a soft growled chuckle. He knew that Jaden had sent his brother to fight him, he knew it was Soulvar because the mutt seemed old and chances where that it was the alpha's sibling. "So you are the Jaden's Brother. interesting." Alasdair stated in a belittling tone. "He was too scared to come and meet me face to face?" He added with a sneer. Alasdair's calm was still intact, only the a sinister smile upon his lips.
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Posted: Fri Mar 13, 2009 3:25 pm
He listened as he continued walking towards them and the smile began to widen. "Oh... but you are both wrong." he said musically "My brother knows nothing of you, frankly Alasdair I don't think he views you as much of a threat. But you would be a nuisance to him so it's out of my infinite compassion that I put you in your place so he doesn't have to."
The white wolf was thinking ahead, everything was a game of chess. Things were starting to stir within him as they always did during these times. "I really hope that you don't go down to quickly."
There was a blast of cold wind and the man vanished...
...only to appear Hideyo and thrust his sword with intense speed and aim at the back of Alasdairs right knee.
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Posted: Fri Mar 13, 2009 3:39 pm
The small Japanese vampire smiled as the cold one stated his hopes that Alasdair would not go down quickly and decided that this opportunity would be too fun to pass up. She'd stood aside before as Alasdair had been prepared to face the other foolish lycan but this one was definitely going to be more fun and it seemed he was well versed in ancient magics, this would prove interesting. However, she wasn't going to initiate a battle of magic quite yet, that could wait and for now she would simply rely upon her blades. Lycans and entities power hungry alike seemed to forget that not all beings in New York were younglings incapable of defending themselves from the ancient ways.
Her tranquil voice was laced with calm, a simple whisper uttered, "I promise not to die quickly."
Not that Hideyo didn't trust Alasdair to defend himself but she decided to be the one to greet the lycan with her blades, first deflecting the supposedly glass sword with one of her wakizashis only to unsheath the second one and lock the glass sword inbetween the two blades. She then pulled backwards out of range, her blades scimming against the odd substance of the glass blade and where normally clashes of metal upon metal would be hard or sparks would be made, there was nothing short of perhaps a carved rune pattern being skimmed off. This wasn't aggression, it was simply redirecting the lycan's sword toward her for the time being. A beautiful smile strewn across her doll-like face.
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Posted: Fri Mar 13, 2009 4:07 pm
An immense grin decorated the vampire's face as the mutt kept walking forward. It was obvious that confrontation was inevitable, even if Alasdair could care less about Jade's brother. From the look of the man's sword, he could do fancy tricks. So as the man approached, he prepared himself for anything.
The quick gust of wind came and went, and Alasdair did not even flinch. He was concentrating upon the shadows, so the instant that the mutt vanished Alasdair knew about him and the instant that he reappeared, he also sensed it. Alasdair felt the shadow of the blade stabbing towards the back of his knee. Since Alasdair was an ancient vampire, he had no trouble in turning in full circle on an instant. So the vampire turned to face the mutt and pushed himself off his right leg, directing himself to land a few feet from the man's side. So the man had moved only ninety degrees to the side. All this was before Hideyo's blades took hold of the mutt's crystal blade.
While Alasdair was in the air, his arm shot to the back of his waist and quickly drew his dessert eagle -which was loaded with titanium head silver bullets. The titanium-alloy head enabled it to pierce even the toughest lycanthrope skin. As soon as his boot had touched the ground again, Alasdair took aim of the wolf's ribs and fired four bullets into it.
Alasdair knew that it would not be a good idea to use his blade at the same time that Hideyo used her's because he could get in the way of her liquid fluidity. So the vampire knew it was better to use a longer range for the moment.
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Posted: Fri Mar 13, 2009 5:11 pm
Fun. This was fun. In a calculated decision the white wolf relinquished his sword the moment Alasdair touched the ground.
Frost covered the ground the more excited that I'zale became. The bullets struck the white figure... and passed through him. As the afterimage faded a pale hand gripped the barrel of the gun tightly, freezing it solid. "Efficient weapon... Try something else."
There was something different about his eyes now. They were still as cold as ever but now they were filled with happiness and excitement. "I know you are friends with the shadows but there is more to it than that. Please, I'm curious as to what else you can do."
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Posted: Fri Mar 13, 2009 6:01 pm
"What a pity," Hideyo's voice chimed through the frost, clearly echoing her disappointment.
She would wait for now, her and Alasdair were accustomed to switching roles but it wasn't common for Hideyo to carry her gun on her for she didn't find them particularly appealing. Of course they were immensely more efficient than swords but swords took skill, class, strategy, guns required none of these but dumb luck. Swords were not at all the same nor any melee weapon. They were simply more enjoyable and they were efficient for executing as well. Why guns had entirely replaced them was beyond her but everything seemed to change with the times. Where there were once horses there were now vehicles. Where there were once ballistas there were tanks. Where there were once catapults there were now bombs. It was definitely an entirely technological playing field. Sad but true. Ancestors forgotten, traditions all but cast aside.
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Posted: Fri Mar 13, 2009 10:49 pm
(( Welcome back, Syren. ^^ ))
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Posted: Sat Mar 14, 2009 7:31 am
Nick lay on the pavement, his special brew in hand. He couldn't move, he couldn't breathe, he couldn't speak. This was the worst type of hell. His muscles rebelled against every single attempt to move the slightest inch, his pale-as-sheet skin was stretched thinly over his bones, he had become emaciated very quickly. He managed to maneuver his eyes sufficiently to see the gloomy and eery path which he had layed his head onto. There were a few people walking straight past him, they probably just thought he was a drunk, not a creature of the night, an agent of the Void, a Dark Demi-God! He was sick. A lot. On the pavement in front of him. He shuddered, and through pure force of psychic ability managed to push himself an inch from the red ooze. It was blood again. Typical.
He knew one thing, deep down in his system; This was most definitely NOT a hangover. He knew what he needed, and it was time to collect it. He sent a minor persuasion wave into the mind of a passing business-man on his way home. It said a rather simple message, "Why don't you help that guy?" It was a pathetic attempt, but the business man had a pathetic mind. He could relate to him really, and come to think of it, the man looked remarkably like Nick, pre-bite. The man, without a word, helped Nick to his feet. Nick then fell onto his shoulder, before the man could react Nick had sung his fangs into the mans neck and was drinking forth, the warm blood healing his torn apart system. But this was no ordinary feeding, he had gone without blood a very long time, ever since he had been turned. He needed a lethal ammount. He continued feeding, and put up a small psychic field around the two. It didn't make them invisible, just very hard to notice, like they had faded into the background of the picture.
Several minutes later, the blood stopped coming. He let go, and the man's face wasn't masked in pain, it was oddly calm and clear; He had been released from his mortal coil. It was at this moment Nick saw the symbolism of what had just taken place, this chance meeting had finally given Nick his perspective. That man was not unlike Nick when he was human, desperate, lost, trying to justify his existence with nothing but lies and alcohol. A weasle of a man. Now, Nick was so much more. This was his transformation into what he was destined to become, a Nihilist. life had no meaning, there were no morals, everyone in this massive war of the shadows was a murderer in his own right. The Hunters were the same as the Vampires, they slaughtered like-minded people because they were the opposite of their so called morality, Vampires were doing what they needed to survive, and the Hunters were stopping them because for some reason they didn't have the right to live. It made Nick ill, but the warm glow that was now filling him as the blood worked its way through his rebuilt system cut short his little lesson in philosophy, so he simply walked to the fountain and looked at himself in the water. He was Nicholas Nilmer, and he was a new man. Erm, Vampire.
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Posted: Sat Mar 14, 2009 12:45 pm
What the lycan probably did not realize was that by the time he appeared and took hold of is weapon, he was holding the full weight of the gun. You see, Alasdair had created a mirror image the instant that he felt the other man reappear, since Alasdair could feel the moment when a shadow was created. The image was identical by all means, and lingered until the man began talking. Then it slowly began to fade away into darkness, leaving him with Alasdair's gun.
Then the vampire rematerialized beside Hideyo, with a smug grin on his face. Alasdair reappeared out of the darkness, his profile first being pitch black and then coloring into his form.
"Fancy tricks are meaningless in this fight, I think we can both agree." Alasdair replied as his smug grin faded back into his normal, ever-lasting grin. After words had been said, the vampire reached into his side and drew out his silver katana. With a single pull, the blade sung out as the sheath and the metal scrapped together. The sounds was beautiful, and always reminded him of times of old when the battles where more like orchestral concerts.
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Posted: Sat Mar 14, 2009 8:20 pm
"Not 'Fancy tricks'." I'zale said with that same smile, his eyes having followed the strange movements of the vampire "Raw talent used as the fondation for building supreme skill."
Dropping the ruined pistol to the frosted grass he held out his left hand, his sword pulling itself from between the two blades of the vampiress and back into his grip. Swinging the blade down into a fighting stance the temperature of the park plummetted to zero degrees, ripples of cold air pushing against the two undead. To those without heartbeats cold did not cause you to shiver or huddle over, but that was only a weakness.
"I don't believe either of you are aware of how much danger you are both in. It seems to be a weakness of the immortals of this city. Overconfidence." The frosty eyes were ablaze with happiness, it was the same horrific glee that could be seen within an avalanche crushing down upon a mountain civilization. Overwhelming power.
And there was still an additional toy left to clinch the fight if it came down to it.
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Posted: Mon Mar 16, 2009 3:24 pm
Hideyo took note of the lycan's smile despite the insincerity placed behind it and chose to stand back and wait. Alasdair would be fine on his own provided he was cautious and not overconfident as the lycan mentioned. Of course she did notice how the park was seeming to become cooler and cooler and decided this was due to the lycan and that he must have possessed an affinity with ice. She wasn't certain, however, of the extent of his abilities but they were cause for concern since controlling a force within nature always proved deadly for even nature could conquer even the mightiest of warriors for you could not raise a blade to such overwhelming forces.
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Posted: Mon Mar 16, 2009 9:52 pm
Alasdair still wore the amused grin on his lips, as he felt the sudden drop in temperature. Even thought he was a vampire and was absent of a blood flow, he could still sense temperature even if he was not affected by it. The man had some skills, but magic were just fancy tricks that were meaningless against true strength. That was why Alasdair continued his unimpressed facade.
"You may call it what you want, but true skill is measured by this in my hand." The vampire replied as he regripped his blade. After securing his hold on the grip, Alasdair swung his sword into a horizontal defensive stance. When he got into his defensive position, he began to concentrate into summoning the void. The park, then, began to darken. Slowly the shadows grew darker and larger. It was a fitting atmosphere for the new feeling.
Alasdair was not a fan of a battle between magic and tricks, no real victor could be seen if the blades where not bloodied. But if it was a battle of tricks, the lycan was at a disadvantage because Alasdair was fighting alongside his old comrade, Hideyo, which complimented the vampire beautifully with her own style of fighting. If the mutt wanted tricks, then he shall get his fill of tricks.
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Posted: Tue Mar 17, 2009 5:24 pm
The vampire didn't understand what was occurring. He was old, and fairly strong for that. But the poor creature lacked proper understanding. The female was still a creature to be pitied for her species but it was perhaps female intuition that gave her a slightly more cautious approach.
But still to preserve happiness it was better to take things the long way. Slowly making his way across the frozen grass the white Lycan smiled happily. "One sword against three... I'm not sure it's enough but you deserve something for giving me my happiness... so we will do it your way." His blade shimmered as he brought it up. "We can begin when you want."
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Posted: Sun Mar 22, 2009 2:26 pm
Appearing out of nowhere Cynthia tumbled across the grass with Steffon in her arms, smiling happily until she felt the air and shivered. "I don't like this place." she muttered. "It's so cold... and something just doesn't feel right." Her grip tightened around her furred companion as if this would help protect her.
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