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 Posted: Wed Jan 28, 2009 6:41 pm
Lily put her hand to her head and assessed the damage that was causing her splitting headache. The shard of glass was still lodged in her chest and it would take some cringing to get it out. She undid the seat belt and hit the ground before crawling out of the car and coming eye level to the woman.
"I'll be fine," she sighed and lit a cigarette, completely unaware of her wounds other than the glass in her chest. She had deep cuts on her face and she would flip when she looked in a mirror. "I wouldn't expect you to come to my rescue" she laughed "thanks," she held out her hand to embrace the woman's "I'm Lily".
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Posted: Wed Jan 28, 2009 6:51 pm
"Yeah. I'm kind of surprised I came over too but I guess that good hunter part of me can't leave someone that's in trouble alone by themself. And you should really get yourself checked out because I think the damage is a little worse than you think it is."
Edith took the woman's hand though just moments before the two had been threatening to kill one another and had been at eachother's throats. "I'm Eden."
It was clear the she wasn't fully there seeing as her actions and movements were heavily robotic. A combination of shock and dread were keeping her from really doing too much other than starting straight ahead though she had registered Lily's hand.
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Posted: Wed Jan 28, 2009 6:56 pm
Lily shook her hand but quickly made her move. She spotted a man standing and marveling at the wreckage of the vehicle. Lily asked him for help and threw her arm over his should but quickly threw him into an alley and pressed her body up against his, the close contact forced the shard deeper into her chest and she yelped in pain but had to work fast. She drained him dry and felt the blood course through her.
She pulled the shard out of her chest and tossed it aside, there was a large gash on her leg that needed stitches but a drink was more important to her so she ripped off one of the corpse's sleeves and used it as a splint on her leg. The cuts on her face had only healed a bit so they were still visible.
After finishing her meal she stepped back to Eden.
"Shall we get a drink?" She smiled and was headed towards Las Noches before even getting an answer.
((exit: Las Noches))
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Posted: Wed Jan 28, 2009 7:00 pm
Seeing as Meredith really didn't have a chance to react to anything that'd happened at all since it'd all happened so fast she didn't respond to Lily's question. Her response was in her action as she began to follow after her, a little too glum to fully judge Lily for what'd just happened. Lily was lucky that this had been Eden's night off otherwise her obligations likely would have kicked in the minute she saw Lily disappear into the alley.
|| Exit: Las Noches ||
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Posted: Thu Jan 29, 2009 6:36 am
Wolf raised an eyebrow at a crashed car, and watched someone get out and walk away from it with some other person. He recognized one of them, by scent and sight, despite the distance away. Wolf looked at Prometheus as soon as what he said registered through. "Wait...that rumble...was...?" He hadn't known, but now he did. Despite the fact that he hadn't known Razu, the one time he saw him Wolf was able to tell that he was a nice person. All memory of him being in the subway flashed back to him. From that Wolf was able to piece it all together. "Man...Some messed up stuff happens in this place, eh?" He had lived in New York for a long time, but he had some Canadian in him. Or, as he liked to call, it, 'Native-Americanadian.'
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Posted: Thu Jan 29, 2009 6:24 pm
 
Prometheus grinned and chuckled. "It's about time you opened your eyes and saw the world as it really is: one ******** blueberry." He coughed, remembering that he was thirsty. "I'm gonna get a drink. Tag along if you want." He jumped off the roof, landing silently and headed over to Las Noches.
~Exit: Las Noches~
 
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Posted: Thu Jan 29, 2009 7:42 pm
Ceon looked at Daiguren with a haggard expression as he turned back to his human form, breathing deeply. They only had about three minutes before the humans got up to the roof, "........what the hell do you want?"
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Posted: Thu Jan 29, 2009 9:40 pm
Daiguren started to run at him getting faster and fast with each passing moment, he was beyond vision by the time his shoulder rammed into Ceon picking him up and carrying him till Daiguren stopped several miles away on another roof top. He turned his head upward to the sky for a second or two eyes closed then looked back at Ceon. "That felt good." He said in almost a non-human voice. {{sorry about the auto part infrom me if you'd like me to change it}}
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Posted: Thu Jan 29, 2009 9:58 pm
(no it's fine, cause I get to the following ^^)
Ceon smiled as Daiguren and embraced the shoulder that crushed into his stomach. He enjoyed the sensation as he was moved at rapid speeds because he was ready this time. When Daiguren stopped, Ceon instantly flipped him over, wrapping his legs tightly around Daiguren's waist and his arms under Daiguren's armpits and locked behind his neck. "What...the hell....do you want...."
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Posted: Thu Jan 29, 2009 10:11 pm
Daiguren didn't moved, only laughed, "You do remember how you got those scares on your shoulders and legs right....Were do you think I those tails come from?" He laughed again as the lycans presure on his shoulder increased some. "I'm not sure what i want but this is fun...." Right as his mouth closed his from began to change slowly.
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Posted: Thu Jan 29, 2009 10:15 pm
Ceon stood up slowly, bringing Daiguren into a headlock, "That human b***h is just like her...just...like...Layna.....she deserves to die. She doesn't deserve to carry my child..."
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Posted: Fri Jan 30, 2009 12:24 am
"Always distracted with females," His torso was now that of his demonic form the only thing missing his tails. "Good bye again." All seven of his tails shot out ward from his back, four aiming at his body and the other three at his head. The lycan made a mistake grabbing him in the first place. {{btw you can't go from the grip you had D in to any type of head lock with letting both arms change position, for future reference.}}
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Posted: Fri Jan 30, 2009 1:41 pm
Veroen entered the city, wearing his brand new leather trench coat, which also had a hood. He came out from behind an alleyway, face hidden in the shadow of his hood. His identity was concealed. He began walking down the sidewalk, carrying the suitcase he just recovered from his burnt down appartment in one hand, and the sack full of the money he also recovered.
He kept walking, at human pace, now not drawing so much attention because of his eyepatch, for his face was all but concealed in the hood of the black trench coat he had just bought. He continued down the sidewalk, passing by humans that were unsuspecting of the Vampire and his intentions. He had his head slightly leaned down, and looked around for his contact, that usually showed up behind an old knife shop. Veroen stopped in front of the knife shop, and looked to his left and right, slowly, until he was comfortable that no one was watching.
Once he was sure no one had followed him, and that no one was paying any attention to him in particular, he entered the alleyway beside the knife shop, and stopped at a side door that was used to enter the basement of the stoor. It had been a very long time since he had been here.
He knocked 4 times, then paused and knocked a 5th time after approximately 23 seconds. There was a pause from the other side of the door, then a soft click was heard, indicating the door had been unlocked.
He took another subtle look around the area he was in, and then opened the door and entered the dark basement. The basement looked average, except for yet another door that was on th far side of the basement room. There was a man dressed as a homeless man sitting in front of it, but Veroen was not fooled. It was his contact, Nickolai.
Veroen silently stared at Nickolai, expectantly.
There was sigh heard from the homeless looking man, then he spoke in a heavy Russian accent yet in a smooth voice. "Its been a long time since you've shown your face here. What do you want?" He asked, his words barely understandable because of his Russian accent.
Veroen was silent for a moment, his figure hidden in his trench coat and hood. He then replied to him, "I need a new Laptop. with the best security features and programs that you have." Veroen said, then paused, thoughtful for a moment. "And can you get one made of Titanium?" Veroen added, remembering how hard it is to come by these types of computers that he was asking for, knowing it would have to be very durable, for this one would be taking quite a chunk out of his savings.
Nickolai nodded, thinking about Veroen's request. "Consider it done, old friend. But this one will not be free....I'm giving you my best one. It has much more than you asked." he spoke slowly, emphasizing each word to make sure Veroen could understand his words.
Veroen paused, then tossed Nickolai the bag of money without a word.
Nickolai caught the bag and grinned. He then stood up, and spoke a few dark words, causing the door behind him to magically unlock. He motioned for Veroen to follow him.
Inside was a faily large room, with many different weapons, ranging from explosives, to swords and knives that were illegal, and automatic weapons were also visible on one wall. Nickolai went over to a large table in the middle of the rooom, where electronic devices ranging from Computers, to things you would see in a CIA mission brief room. How Nickolai got ahold of items like this, Veroen did not know, nor did he ask.
Nickolai picked up a shiny silver large metal plated laptop, and handed it to Veroen.
Veroen took it, and looked it over very quickly, until he was satisfied. Nickolai had never let him down before. He then handed it back to Nickolai, and nickolai stared at him with a questionable look on his face.
"Don't worry, it's exactly what I need, but I need you to copy the information from these, into its hard drive." Veroen said, as he pulled out the old hard drive and memory stick from his old laptop, out of his pocket.
Nickolai grinned and took them from Veroen, and then set them next to the laptop. "Anything else, comrade?" Nickolai asked Veroen smoothly.
Veroen then slid off his hood, revealing his newly aquired empty eyesocket covered by an eye patch. Nickolai raised an eyebrow once he saw this, but decided against asking any questions.
Veroen stared at him for a moment, before saying, "I need to put this together here, away from public eye." He finished by lifting the suitcase in his hand slightly, just so Nickolai could see what it was.
Nickolai nodded silently, and Veroen added something else. "I also need something new to carry it in, so I won't have to take the time to put it back together after taking it apart, just incase i get into, a 'fuzzy' situation." Veroen finished his sentence, but emphasized the word, 'fuzzy', hinting at what he intended to use the contents of the suitcase for.
Nickolai chuckled at the choice of words. He nodded again. Veroen opened the suitcase in front of Nickolai, revealing his powered up, modified .50 Calibur Long Range Sniper Rifle, which had been taken apart and set in the suitcase. Nickolai raised both eyebrows once he saw this, then looked up at Veroen.
"I haven't seen you use this in a very long time, friend..." he finished his sentence trailing off, remembering over a year ago, when Veroen stopped by with the same rifle, just after he had completed a contract. Nickolai didn't have to ask what it was for this time, for he saw the ammunition that was also in the suitcase: .50 Calibur Silver Nitrate Sniper Rounds. Easily over 60 rounds were inside the suitcase.
Nickolai nodded and reached under the table, and pulled out a long black rectangular shaped case. He set it next to the table, and said, "Use this. And feel free to use my table and tools to put it back together."
Veroen silently nodded, and set the suitcase on the edge of the table, and quickly began to work on the Sniper.
After about 38 minutes, Veroen already had the sniper in the box, put together and loaded, and nodded at Nickolai, leaving the large amount of money with him, so Nickolai could put the contents of the Hard Drive and Memory stick into the new modified Lap Top.
Veroen silently slipped out of the basement, and back into the alleyway, now carrying the large rectangular case, with his precious Rifle inside. He pulled his hood back up, and instead of walking back out in the public, he acsended a fire escape, and reached the top of the roof, where he sat, and examined his Rifle carefully after removing it from the case. He was satisfied that it was put together properly.
He then jumped a few rooftops, before landing on a suitable location. He quickly set up his favorite Rifle in between two air conditioning units that were near the edge of the building, and fairly close to each other. The stand kept it steady, as Veroen silently laid on his stomach, and looked through the scope with his only eye, searching for a select being that he had in mind.
Hidden in the darkness on top of the roof, he looked at the city through the scope of the heavily upgraded, .50 Calibur Sniper rifle loaded with Silver Nitrate rounds, which had a range of 1.5 miles, at the rest of the city, watching and searching, silent and unnoticed.
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Posted: Fri Jan 30, 2009 2:42 pm
Prometheus ran into an alley as fast as he could, falling into he entrance. The bullet in the back of his leg wasn't silver, but it sure as hell hurt. He ad to get it out, and fast, as it was near an artery. He unsheathed one of his Katanas, and turned around to watch what he was doing as he removed it. He took some guaze pads out of his robe, now seeing it was ripped. Prometheus wrapped the wound up, then standing up to check his robes. Ripped and bloody. He saw a props store nearby, and knew that would give some luck. He ran over to it, entering quickly. His weird attire would be taken as a costume of some sort. He found a dark green shirt and pants, brown vest and long duster coat, and put them on in a "try me" area. He discarded of his old clothes and bought the ones he wore. Before leaving, he picked up a nice wooden staff and bought it on his way out. Prometheus looked like something stepping out of an old west movie.
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Posted: Fri Jan 30, 2009 3:43 pm
The lycan sat there, feeling the edgings of hunger and thirst. He ignored it though. If he was hungry, then the humans would be in a few minutes. And when humans ate, they didn't watch their wallets. So Wolf sat there, took out his guitar, turned on an amazingly small amp that still played good, and played Afterlife by Avenged Sevenfold. He then remembered something, and began jumping across the rooftops away towards the Graveyard, playing his guitar all the while.
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