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 Posted: Sat Jan 19, 2008 12:27 pm
((I don't know where to jump in...))
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Posted: Sat Jan 19, 2008 4:14 pm
Paris, France.
"Would you like some sugar with your tea, monsieur?"
"Nah, thanks though. Here's the pay for the food, keep the change bud."
The waiter nearly flipped when the ornately dressed man handed him a wad of bills.
"Monsieur... I... I mean, thank you very very much."
"Go on, git."
With a somewhat nervous but elated rush, the waiter disappeared back into the restaurant and out of sight.
Well, now that I'm finally here, I need to find out Whitefield's agenda, after that, just a small matter of two well placed shots to take out his bodyguards and then I'll get out of this damn city as fast as possible...
Warren...
The normally calm and emotionless assassin came close to spinning out of his chair at the sound of that voice. Looking around frantically looking for the source, he could not seem to discern any possible origin from which the sound was produced.
Damn... I have GOT to get out of this place...
With a dissatisfied slam of his tea glass to the table, Warren quickly stood up and stormed off, hopping onto his motorcycle and soaring down the city streets, towards Parliament.
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Posted: Mon Jan 21, 2008 1:35 pm
He knew she was there. This time, though, she’d caught him off guard. And he still didn’t know where she was. Revenge enticed her senses like blood to a shark. She was itching to show him once and for all that she had the upper hand. But the strategic part of Sly’s mind told her to continue waiting; this was not the appropriate time and place.
So the mercenary continued to tail Ryosuke’s every move in silence, waiting for the moment when he was completely isolated, completely vulnerable…
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Posted: Mon Jan 21, 2008 4:25 pm
"Not a problem. I'm the one who wasn't looking where I was going, but I'm not one to argue over who's fault it was," Relanna waved her hand dismissively, giggling lightly at his gestures. She then cocked her head, smiling sweetly at him, and extended her hand.
"Name's Relanna. And this is my friend Varen," she glanced at her bodyguard as he came up to her side. The large man just nodded in acknowledgment, keeping a close eye on the stranger. She gave him a brief look of disapproval, before returning to her aquaintance with a pleasent grin.
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Posted: Mon Jan 21, 2008 6:36 pm
Thanks to the height of the small platform she danced on, only Sly's feet were at the eye level of those surrounding it. They were clad in knee-high heeled leather boots, but they were the only thing she wore that seemed as though they would give way to nothing.
Straps criss-crossed across her legs, body and arms, rings attached at random intervals, and chains of varying lengths leading from those to any of four poles set around the platform. A loose, filmy black garment gave way to semitransparency under certain qualities of the strobing lights, giving the hungry onlookers a glimpse of the creamy flesh beneath.
Her body was covered already in a sheen of sweat, her hair wet and swinging about with wild abandon as she jerked and swayed. All the while, though, in spite of the attention she was receiving from the rest of the tavern's male inhabitants, her eyes beneath the solid black veil strapped over them were fixed on Ryosuke.
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Posted: Tue Jan 22, 2008 9:44 am
Arriving at Parliament, Warren Knight deftly climbed the enormous building up to the glassy ceiling on the rooftop, staring down into the room below.
Hmm... Don't see Whitefield... He must be hidden further in the complex...
Observing those that were present, two gentlemen appeared to be having a conversation in the hallway, neither visibly armed. Pulling out his revolver, Warren blew a hole through the lock of the glass window cover, and gently shoved it open.
Before the two men had even the chance to look up, the Wandering Night had descended upon them and a swift sweeping kick knocked both off their feet and in a matter of moments, both were unconscious with the aid of a bottle of chloroform that Warren had brought with him.
Thinking quickly, the assassin dragged the two men to a nearby storage closet, and lifted one of their ID badges in the process.
"Thanks, bud. Sweet dreams. I'm bettin' you'll be havin' one hell of a headache when you come to though."
With a quick brush of his gloved hand through his short brown beard, he took off his hat and stashed it within his large coat.
Wandering down the halls of Parliament in his richly decorated attire with a stolen ID badge, none would know that this most deadly of spies was any more than a well-dressed legislative worker.
Perfect. Heh.
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Posted: Tue Jan 22, 2008 10:41 am
nEOROTIC_nARCOTik She blinked and raised a hand to rub at her eyes, trying to dispel the scratchy feeling from being awake all night. Kalasin shrugged, grinning back. "Dinnae call me that, or I might have to gouge your eyes out with a rusty spoon." She threatened, not actually meaning it. "I have a bloody name, so use it." She paused, frowning. "A name I dinnae think I told you. Alright. I'll forgive you this once, but my name is Kalasin McAllister. You've been out for a good chunk of time, but no longer than half a day. Probably about eight or so hours. I'm not sure, they wouldn't tell me a damn thing. Bloody doctors. They thought I'd done this t' you." She motioned towards the bandages with her hands and snorted, rolling her eyes, a bit outraged about that. The grin fell from her face. "Why on earth would I bring you here if I'd been the one that tried t' do you in? Stupid bloody doctors. I hate doctors. The lot of them are idiots." She eyed Raul suspiciously, like he might be a doctor in disguise.
"I owe you my life m'lady...thank you...", kissing her knuckles gently as he squeezed her fingertips reassuringly.
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Posted: Tue Jan 22, 2008 10:54 am
Chanceless He knew she was there. This time, though, she’d caught him off guard. And he still didn’t know where she was. Revenge enticed her senses like blood to a shark. She was itching to show him once and for all that she had the upper hand. But the strategic part of Sly’s mind told her to continue waiting; this was not the appropriate time and place.
So the mercenary continued to tail Ryosuke’s every move in silence, waiting for the moment when he was completely isolated, completely vulnerable…
Gemmetra "Not a problem. I'm the one who wasn't looking where I was going, but I'm not one to argue over who's fault it was," Relanna waved her hand dismissively, giggling lightly at his gestures. She then cocked her head, smiling sweetly at him, and extended her hand. "Name's Relanna. And this is my friend Varen," she glanced at her bodyguard as he came up to her side. The large man just nodded in acknowledgment, keeping a close eye on the stranger. She gave him a brief look of disapproval, before returning to her aquaintance with a pleasent grin.
Soft...and perfumed...MUST be royalty...or rich
"My name is Ryosuke Miura, swordsman of the Japanese Legion. But don't worry! I'm only here to check out the sights, and as far as I can tell they all look ravishing...", winking at the flower of a girl in front of him as he let go of her hand, with Varen grunting in disapproval which Ryo barely noticed (or cared about).
He could still feel those staring eyes boring down on him, and he knew if a fight comes he should move it away from the crowd, not wanting to get innocents involved. And also, he does not want his new 'friend' Relanna to get hurt. Thus he used his body to cover the girl up as much as possible with his body while he continued to make small talks with her, not wanting his observer to know that he knew he was being watched.
"So Miss Relanna, what brings you here to France?", he asked jovially, hands upon the small of his back as he tried to look as casual as possible.
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Posted: Tue Jan 22, 2008 12:03 pm
Tonas Arriving at Parliament, Warren Knight deftly climbed the enormous building up to the glassy ceiling on the rooftop, staring down into the room below.
Hmm... Don't see Whitefield... He must be hidden further in the complex...
Observing those that were present, two gentlemen appeared to be having a conversation in the hallway, neither visibly armed. Pulling out his revolver, Warren blew a hole through the lock of the glass window cover, and gently shoved it open.
Before the two men had even the chance to look up, the Wandering Night had descended upon them and a swift sweeping kick knocked both off their feet and in a matter of moments, both were unconscious with the aid of a bottle of chloroform that Warren had brought with him.
Thinking quickly, the assassin dragged the two men to a nearby storage closet, and lifted one of their ID badges in the process.
"Thanks, bud. Sweet dreams. I'm bettin' you'll be havin' one hell of a headache when you come to though."
With a quick brush of his gloved hand through his short brown beard, he took off his hat and stashed it within his large coat.
Wandering down the halls of Parliament in his richly decorated attire with a stolen ID badge, none would know that this most deadly of spies was any more than a well-dressed legislative worker.
Perfect. Heh.
(Parliament Building, Main Ballroom)
"Yes High Prince you have heard me right...", then with a smirk, "Demons..."
The Transylvanian prince was disquieted for a moment, never could he have guessed that Whitefield, a staunch cynic of the Occults that Transylvania is known for. It is quite a surprise that Whitefield even held an interest now with the Dark Arts, so Czeller just replied quietly, "Go on Mr. Whitefield...", motioning the magistrate to continue on with what he was intending to address to the prince.
"From what I have read, you Transylvanians are quite the experts on conjuring up the dead and making them do your bidding...", after taking a swig of his drink Whitefield went on, "...and I heard that it was you responsible for telling the Americans the secret of creating their abominable Genra mutations...", finishing it with a hiss as if mentioning the enemy left a bitter aftertaste in his mouth.
"Mr. Whitefield none of my men EVER ga-", the young prince replied, only to be cut off rudely by the Briton, a palm held up as if to say stop, "Look prince I am not here to play a blaming game, FRANKLY I do not care if you Transylvanians did help the Americans with the Genra freaks...", then looking straight into Czeller's eyes, Whitefield said, "What I am interested in is your ability to bring the dead back to life..."
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Posted: Tue Jan 22, 2008 12:10 pm
Orgrim Doomhammer {Arbroath, Scotland}
When the elder citizen refused to answer his question, Tai quickly grew irritated and struck the man in the head with such force as to snap his neck and send his body a fair distance away. He spat upon the broken corpse in disgust. He then turned to the people who were watching, addressing them all at once as he spoke.
"Now!" he shouted, his face flushing with blood in his anger, "Tell me where to find the greatest blacksmith that this town has to offer!"
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Posted: Tue Jan 22, 2008 1:35 pm
Warren wandered down the halls of Parliament with ease, his weapons concealed, his smile wide and his countenance bright.
His quarry was near.
Aright Whitefield, where are ya...
Just then, as he was not looking towards the other end of an opposing hallway, a man who was walking rather too quickly crashed into him, or rather, crashed into Warren and then fell onto his back while Warren fought back the urge to draw his revolver and shoot him right then and there.
"Oh, I'm terribly sorry, monsieur... Adams, is it?" the man said as he stood up, glancing at his ID Badge.
Warren smiled and offered a hand to the man, helping him to his feet. He relaxed his voice and dismissed his Southern accent.
"Indeed. I'm a British representative here on an urgent matter to speak with Alexander Whitefield, I was informed that he would be here today?"
"Why, yes. He happens to be downstairs in the Main Ballroom. Though, I believe he is handling some very important business matters at the moment, so I am unsure if he--"
"Thank you, that is all I needed to know. I'll be going now."
Easy enough. Now all I gotta do is get the little runt alone and his guards out of the way...
Warren left the man standing in the hallway, seemingly irritated, as most French folk were these days whenever Wandering Night passed by them. With a quiet chuckle to himself, he made his way towards the signs which pointed to the ballroom entry.
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Posted: Tue Jan 22, 2008 2:10 pm
Elsa hadn't really bothered to keep track of where Ryo had went off to. She was currently inspecting the ferry when she heard the intercom go online, and a French and English message followed by a horn blow long, she shrugged not wanting to have to deal with any French police. She walked out of the cabin room and out onto to deck, she watched Ryo and his amusing little antics. She sat down beside him and sighed. "So what are you doing, other then just waking up?" she said sarcastically. Elsa was actually more interested about the surroundings. though whenever he waved, or eyed another European girl, she shook her head, rolled her eyes and thought how stupid he looked doing so.
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Posted: Tue Jan 22, 2008 3:00 pm
POD_AngelOfDestruction Laughing at the girl's ranting, he then sat up upon the bed, grunting in the painful effort he exerted. Looking around the room first, trying to get himself acquainted with his surroundings, his eyes then fell once more at Kalasin's as he took one of her hands with his own.
"I owe you my life m'lady...thank you...", kissing her knuckles gently as he squeezed her fingertips reassuringly. - - -
"Oh.. well, you know... grah." She fidgeted and her face took on a pinkish hue. Clearing her throat, the girl looked at the ground, the ceiling, anywhere but at him. "Ah.. 'sides, you most likely saved my life, too. I dinnae think I'd have lasted quite as long as you did against that... guy." Kalasin gave a rueful smile and a light shrug of her shoulders. "So, thank you, too, I guess."
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Posted: Tue Jan 22, 2008 3:10 pm
nEOROTIC_nARCOTik
"Oh.. well, you know... grah." She fidgeted and her face took on a pinkish hue. Clearing her throat, the girl looked at the ground, the ceiling, anywhere but at him. "Ah.. 'sides, you most likely saved my life, too. I dinnae think I'd have lasted quite as long as you did against that... guy." Kalasin gave a rueful smile and a light shrug of her shoulders. "So, thank you, too, I guess."
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Posted: Tue Jan 22, 2008 3:26 pm
"Flattery will get you everywhere. Hmmmm..." She drew the word out, considering, even as she rolled her eyes at Raul's tone. Yes, it was true that the man-thing would likely remember them, or at least him, but Kalasin didn't trust strangers. "I suppose I should ask you where you're heading, then, but it doesnae really matter.." She mused aloud. Kalasin's fingers came up to tap at her chin lightly as she thought. "Safety in numbers, aye." Studying the man on the bed, the girl's entire face seeming to frown. Her eyes narrowed and she made one of her act-first-think-maybe decisions. "Ah, well. I dinnae particularly trust you, but I suppose I can always kill you in your sleep if you try anything." A spark of humour lit her face briefly.
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