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 Posted: Fri Jan 09, 2009 7:52 pm
((The subforum devotion is being considered.))
Fyrin began to check obscure folders, but, well... the vampires ran Windows XP, so there was no shortage of nonsense-named folders to use for hiding information. And then there would be the passwords.
((You got called a tardface because I explicitly revealed this to you earlier.
"You could've just knocked out that one vampire and checked his computer."
"You could've just... and checked his computer."
"checked his computer."
"computer."))
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Posted: Fri Jan 09, 2009 8:07 pm
((YOU KNOW WHAT I'M A PROUD TARDFACE, JERKWAD))
No... that probably wouldn't be how anyone smart would roll. Hide it in plain sight. He kept searching, aiming for less obscure folders and files. Wait wait wait. Windows.
He opened a search function in the background. Never hurt. Now if only it were Apple and he had Spotlight...
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Posted: Fri Jan 09, 2009 8:15 pm
The more-or-less useless Windows search function was hardly helpful; however, checking one folder at a time, Fyrin found the folder by luck in about twelve minutes. He now had to figure out how to decrypt the passwords or take the files with him.
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Posted: Fri Jan 09, 2009 8:22 pm
Encryption was Sebastian's problem. Fyrin had done his job. He summoned a flash drive from his bandages and plugged it in. "Just a minute longer," he told Joe.
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Posted: Fri Jan 09, 2009 8:24 pm
Input data transfer code.
Well. That was different.
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Posted: Fri Jan 09, 2009 8:27 pm
((Also, any requests for me to do a certain page?))
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Posted: Fri Jan 09, 2009 8:28 pm
Agnese's eyebrow was twitching. Why wasn't this jerkface waking up? she was bored out of her mind and the Vampire over there was twice as boring.
"Hey! did you by any chance grab my chains? With the charms and stuff on them?" She asked of said Borefest before sticking the marker in Takeshi's nose.
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Posted: Fri Jan 09, 2009 8:32 pm
((What page request might I make...?
How about YOU do some work on the page for Resurrection and the First Battle of Los Angeles?))
Hmm... Fyrin tried a few obvious ones with "vampire" and "sunless" and "moon" and random crap like that, then variations of numbers, and such. Maybe this vampire was an idiot? Probably not; he'd go hunting through the guy's clothing given the chance to try and find something. Why didn't they keep this crap on paper? No way to secure that against Fyrin. Wait a second -
Could Fyrin give the computer a soul friendly to him? "One, come here," he commanded. Steven moved over, prepared for... well, something.
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Posted: Fri Jan 09, 2009 8:37 pm
((Bayer: Unacceptable <_<))
2 tries remain before hard drive elimination.
--
"Check the box under your bed. It should have all of your personal items and the clothing you were wearing - we washed the blood out, by the way. And the Duchess is ready for you whenever you are."
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Posted: Fri Jan 09, 2009 8:41 pm
((Also, Bayer, don't get in an edit war with an admin. razz ))
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Posted: Fri Jan 09, 2009 8:45 pm
((I needed that page for links dangit! crying ))
Fyrin pulled Steven's soul out with a jerk and slammed it into the computer. Obviously without causing harm to anything.
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Posted: Fri Jan 09, 2009 8:56 pm
The dialogue box distorted and turned into an image of Steven's pre-death face. "Got it," the speaker-less computer declared.
Files transferring appeared over Steven's face.
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Posted: Fri Jan 09, 2009 9:15 pm
((You totally earned the re-protection.))
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Posted: Fri Jan 09, 2009 9:58 pm
Agnese scrambled off of the comatose man, only barely saving herself from tripping. Crouching down on her knees, she grabbed said box and dug through for her chains, wrapping them about her waist before taking off a scalpel shaped charm. With a devilish smirk, she allowed the magic to seep out and recreate a full sized scalpel.
"Shaving off your eyebrows!"
Finishing quickly, she tossed the knife into a nearby trashbin and walked to the vamp. "I'm ready for the Duchess."
((Heehee, No-brows-san, LOL!))
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Posted: Fri Jan 09, 2009 10:10 pm
"I... what... are you serious?" the vampire asked incredulously. He walked over and inspected Takeshi. "Truly, the Warlocks of the Cabal are cruel indeed," he declared with a laugh. "This way."
((THEY WALK))
When they arrived at the room, the vampire knocked twice on the door and opened it, gesturing for Agnese to go through without him.
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