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 Posted: Tue Nov 03, 2009 5:33 pm
Madeline , wearing a smirk of defiance , followed the group arrogantly . She didn`t need the shelter , but she didn`t have anything better to do . Well , besides get knew clothes .
((EXITS))
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Posted: Tue Nov 03, 2009 5:35 pm
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Posted: Tue Nov 03, 2009 5:36 pm
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Posted: Fri Nov 06, 2009 11:59 pm
((Enters))
Reaver beckons Damon to follow him to an alley. He enters the basement of a building where there is alot of saws, drills, and other construction tools. It looks abit dirty, like it hadn't been used in a long time.
"Sorry about the mess. The owner of the building is paid by me to allow me to use the basement as a lab. I create things in here." He says to Damon. ((I assume Damon followed him?))
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Posted: Sat Nov 07, 2009 5:20 pm
Damon laughed softly."It could be worse. It could stink of dead corpses in here,but it doesn't."she said with a smile as she ran her hand thoughtfully across the blade of a knife laying on a dusty counter.
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Posted: Sat Nov 07, 2009 10:00 pm
Reaver says, "This place hasn't been used in awhile... no one has needed me to make them anything. That blade you touched I made as a prototype "elemental" blade. I haven't been able to make anything except for a fire blade, and it kinda, uh, exploded after a while. That one was supposed to be a lightning blade. Now, we need to get supplies for the explosive darts. Do you remember what we need?"
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Posted: Tue Nov 10, 2009 12:39 pm
Damon looked at Reaver and sighed."Holy things...Not just holy water,things that have been purified and untainted...Oh,and explosives..."she remembered.
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Posted: Tue Nov 10, 2009 1:33 pm
"I've got a gun that was soaked in holy water for over a week, and bullets that were soaked with it too. Will that work?" Reaver asked.
"And the explosives. Where are we going to get some? I can make small bombs, molotov cocktails, and makeshift grenades. But I don't have the supplies for them. I need gunpowder more than anything else."
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Posted: Tue Nov 10, 2009 3:16 pm
"Yeah.."Damon said with a distant voice.She looked into Reaver's eyes with complete seriousness."You wont turn on me or whimp out on me when we do kill her will you?"
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Posted: Tue Nov 10, 2009 4:08 pm
"I never said I was going to kill her. That's your job. I don't think I could. I care too much about life. I have trouble killing things. Ironically, I make the things that kill people. That is one of my regrets. Classic gun maker's story. My family was killed by people using my own guns... But I can't seem to stop making these things..." says Reaver. He is looking down at a table with rags, oil, bottles, and some petroleum. He starts making Molotov Cocktails.
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Posted: Tue Nov 10, 2009 11:04 pm
Meredith's combat boots gently padded against the pavement, the sound barely audible even to her own particularly sensitive ears. Her posture had changed as well as her appearance somewhat. Since becoming a lycan and losing her children Meredith's form had slimmed down significantly. Her muscle mass had increased and yet the visibility of it had depleted. Her upper arms had only the hint of muscle. Of course, it wasn't just her physical appearance that'd changed. She carried herself with much more purpose and grace.
The leader of the hunters was back after having trained herself through discipline the past month. Of course, she hadn't done it alone, she had gotten someone to help teach her the discipline she required to meet with her wolf. The two of them still had their moments when they were separate but now they were able to come together more often than not to help one another. Meredith could also now access some of her powers that had eluded her before.
She had lost her children but not her will and had converted her sorrow and anguish into motivation to make herself stronger. Never again would she be too weak to protect her family. That had been the promise she had made both to herself and silently to those whom she loved. She had to get stronger for herself, for the hunters and for those she loved and while it'd been painful she had managed to do just that.
As she walked the streets alone, though, she was instantly wondering where her Veroen was. She'd missed him dearly and he had been a huge motivator that had gotten her through all of her training and now she wished to see him.
For a moment, though, she thought back to the children and then thought of Ceon who had not yet received the information that they had both been lost ... She knew that it wasn't going to be an easy thing to do or deal with but it was something she couldn't keep from him. He deserved to know and she was certain he would be pissed as hell but she was more than prepared for his reaction.
Having paused mid-stride for a few moments she stepped off to the side and leaned casually against the side of a local tattoo parlor. She had reached into her pocket and brought her phone out, flipping it open in order to text Ceon assuming he still had the same number. Hopefully he did, otherwise she'd have to actually track him down.
As she was waiting for Ceon's response she quickly pressed a series of buttons that brought up another texting screen and texted Veroen in the meantime. She wanted to meet up with him as soon as her business that needed to be tended to was done with.
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Posted: Wed Nov 11, 2009 6:57 pm
Reaver tosses his gold-plated holy gun to Damon.
"I'm going to leave to search for supplies. I suggest you do the same. That pistol will help if you run into Jagger."
Reaver leaves the building and goes searching.
((exits))
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Posted: Sat Nov 14, 2009 8:32 pm
Damon's lips parted to respond but Reaver was out the door before she could.She sat there,in the dusty room with only her thoughts to keep her company.
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Posted: Sun Nov 15, 2009 5:55 am
After a while of pacing around waiting somewhat anxiously for Ceon, Meredith decided that sitting around waiting for him wasn't proving worth her time. She had other things on her mind besides letting the father of her dead children that they had passed on and he'd never get to meet them. Perhaps there was the plus she had, getting to meet them but that wasn't much of a plus when she thought back to it. Being caught behind the fence, not being allowed to cross, being denied her own children. It was downright cruel of God.
Meredith slipped a pack of cigarettes out of her dark green winter jacket along with a silver lighter. She lit it up, hoping that the thoughts on her mind would go away. Perhaps the nicotine would help to calm her down and lead her away from the violent thoughts she was beginning to concoct ...
She knew exactly who's fault this was and it sure as hell hadn't fully been hers. Had the vampires not f--ked all of the hunters over the public wouldn't have been after her and wouldn't have tried to murder her as they had. The loss of her children and the vampire's selfishness ran a parallel and now Meredith was wanting pay back in blood. They'd already taken so much and claimed so much blood, what was giving them a taste of their own medicine?
These few months she'd been away training vigorously and now she was not only prepared to fight them she was itching to kill them. The wolf in her agreed with this, not because it was blood thirsty but because it was instinct and because those children had been part of her as well.
'Think we should do it?'
'Who will if not you? Your hunters have not the power to combat such devastating foes.'
'Point taken. Sethe could, Veroen could. But this isn't their fight. I'm out for blood. I want them to pay for what they made my children suffer through ...'
'I will help you see to it that they suffer ...'
In that moment the huntress flicked the cigarette onto the ground and stomped it out as a look of determination mixed with fury assailed her. God urged her to forgive and forget but this was a transgression even she couldn't forgive without help. Blood for blood. This wasn't normally Meredith Jackson's way but it seemed appropriate at this time.
Before taking off she suddenly became stationary as if in a trance. However, she'd stopped out of the blue to close her eyes and offer up a little apology though she knew it wouldn't mean much since she was still going to go through with what she intended. The huntress crossed herself and clasped her hands together for a quick moment and then began making her way toward Las Noches, venom in her eyes.
'God forgive me for I have sinned ...'
(( Exit to Las Noches ))
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Posted: Sun Nov 15, 2009 8:07 am
(( enters))
he came in walking straight in from the park, he also like the city most of the time, the other time in could be very ugly. He saw people on there way minding there own business, which made him wonder how they could miss everything out here in the city, all of the dangourous stuff that people didnt even think exist. He envied them, sighing he continued his walk.
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