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 Posted: Thu Dec 16, 2004 9:54 am
Arceli Wraps up warm again and heads out into the city she's far more wary of today than she was yesterday. She wanders downstairs and once again hails a cab. She asks the driver to take her to a Martial Arts store when she gets in. She arrives at her destination and gets out, holding her coat around herself against the cold.
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Posted: Thu Dec 16, 2004 10:03 am
She walks into the store, and looks for what she's after. Throwing knives. It'd been a couple of years but she reckoned she'd be needing them again soon. Better than giving in to the thing inside her whenever she was in danger, anyway. She finds what she's looking for. Pack of 20 carbon-steel throwing knives. She takes them to the counter, pays the attendant and walks back out, carying the simply marked box under her arm. Of course she'd have to practice again but she remembered how to use them.
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Posted: Thu Dec 16, 2004 10:17 am
She took a cab back home and goes to the roof of her apartment. She decides to, Experimentaly, Howl, trying to attract the attention of another Lycanthrope. She wanted to talk, and since she'd already met another she assumed there was a considerable minority of them in this city.
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Posted: Thu Dec 16, 2004 11:02 am
Sighs, and wanders back inside her apartment.
"seems nobody's listening"
She sets up a target on her door and begins to throw the knives at it. every knife hits the target, most in the kill zone but she doesnt hit the bull'sey once. She sarts again, and again, and again. Her am improves quickly as she remembers proper technique. When she begins to hit the bullseye she moves further away from the target.
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Posted: Thu Dec 16, 2004 11:18 am
Ligato roles out of one of his portals landing on a roof top of some appartment. He lays there in a pool oif his own blood that slowly form around him. s**t.
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Posted: Thu Dec 16, 2004 11:19 am
Ligato roles out of one of his portals landing on a roof top of some appartment. He lays there in a pool oif his own blood that slowly form around him. s**t.
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Posted: Thu Dec 16, 2004 11:26 am
Arceli hears something on the roof
"did someone come after all?"
She slips a few of the throwing knives into her belt and puts the flick knife in he rpocket. she takes the stairs up to the roof once again and sees the blood.
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Posted: Thu Dec 16, 2004 11:33 am
Hearing somebody coming he quickly hids behind a vent. he sniffs the air and catchs the scent of a woman, he grins.A woman is coming.He comes out of his hiding and spots her. He walks towards her. Hello my name is Ligato and you are?
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Posted: Thu Dec 16, 2004 11:40 am
She almost jumps as the man apears from behid the vent. she throws a knife and it skims just past him.
"oh s**t. sorry, man. The name's Arceli..."
She looks at the floor, the blood and snifs lightly. She closes her eyes and mmms at the scent. After a moment or so she opens her eyes and coughs.
"What the hell happened here?"
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Posted: Thu Dec 16, 2004 11:45 am
He winces at the thought of his prvious events. Nothing important.. A thought occured to him after her taking in the scent of his blood.Lycan,demon or vampire?
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Posted: Thu Dec 16, 2004 11:48 am
"you're ontop of my apartment, I think i get to ask the questions first. What are you?"
She has become more wary now that he's asked that qustion, her hand moving to another knife in her belt.
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Posted: Thu Dec 16, 2004 11:53 am
He chuckled at her response.I'm a couple of things but i used to be a lycan. so we can say that I'm a lycan. Now my question what are you?
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Posted: Thu Dec 16, 2004 11:57 am
She doesnt move her hand away from the knives at her belt.
"I'm a monster like you, a werewolf"
She snifs at the blood again, and detects something else, something faint. Combusted gunpowder.
"you smell of gunfire..."
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Posted: Thu Dec 16, 2004 12:04 pm
He touches the holes in his shirt. His blood stains his fingers alittle. Now what would have given you that thought. A breeze cuts though. Some snow gets blown on him. He is only wearing a t-shirt with the sleeves torn off and old ripped pants.Hey would you mind going inside. its a little cold out.
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Posted: Thu Dec 16, 2004 12:08 pm
She smiles a bit at the absudety of the request
"you want me to invite you, a werewolf who I met about 5 minutes ago, into my home, after you've obviously been in a fight? Sure, why not. How about I tie myself down on the bed for you, too."
She laughs and moves her hand away from the knives at her belt, and begins to walk back to the stairs.
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