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 Posted: Mon Jan 21, 2008 2:54 pm
He lowered his rifle."I'll still keep an eye on you..."
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Posted: Mon Jan 21, 2008 2:55 pm
"If it's rifles you want I have a extra one, here see if it suits your fancy," Twi said digging in his satchel. "This still might have some holy water filled ammunition though let me check." Twi took out the magazine and emptied the bullets then presented it to the demon.
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Posted: Mon Jan 21, 2008 2:56 pm
A black fog begins to swirl, inches above the ground, till it reaches about knee-high. It creeps around the whole of the graveyard finally encompassing it in full. The clear night sky, where the moon glows in a full circle, is black out by the sudden appearance of a blanket of the blackest clouds ever seen. The fog quickly recedes to a specific point behind Astarte and the tombstone. It begins to swirl like a violent miasma. It begins to take a human-like shape. A skeletal frame steps forth. It grins maliciously as black blood crawls around it forming onyx colored veins and organs. Flesh of the palest white covers the frame and for a moment the mysterious figure stands bare before Astarte. Now recognizable, Jinn grins again, as His normal attire and jewelery appear onto his naked body. The last thing to manifest are his eight metal fangs, sparkling, now from the faint light of the moon in the once again clear night sky. He flashes a toothy smirk
"Hello, Astarte. Never, in all my days, have I seen such a summoning. You missed me truly. And to think after you tried so hard to be so cold to me."
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Posted: Mon Jan 21, 2008 2:56 pm
He smiled at the one with the gun, "I trusst no one a** well," he turned to the person with the sniper, "Whatss that? I wasss asking about the hand-held one. A....revolver? I think thatsss what itsss called."
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Local friendly psychopath
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Posted: Mon Jan 21, 2008 2:58 pm
She narrowed her eyes, "To be honest." She jumped from the gravestone, "I actually didn't summon you." She was secretly glad he was there because the battle she was watching had grown boring from the start. There was too much talking and not enough action, and the girl was the peacemaker, like always.
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Posted: Mon Jan 21, 2008 2:59 pm
((Hey,psychopath dude,serpent,whatever.Whats the HTML?EDIT: nvm i got it.))
"I was using my rifle.Not the one Amnity gave me."
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Posted: Mon Jan 21, 2008 2:59 pm
Amnity looked at her revolver. "Mine? It's a Colt Magnum revolver." She said, holding it out so he can see.
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Posted: Mon Jan 21, 2008 3:01 pm
Jacob coughed, taking notice of the fog. "Oh....God. This tastes like....ash. And it smells to high Heaven!" he said, pulling a red face mask from his satchel and strapping it on.
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Posted: Mon Jan 21, 2008 3:02 pm
"I see..." Twi said feeling a bit rejected "I'll just, assemble my grenade in case
the ice/fire decides to come back or worse his friend shows up." He sat on a grave stone working on fitting the peices together.
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Posted: Mon Jan 21, 2008 3:06 pm
Amnity was curious though. Her grandfather doesn't go after demons, mostly vampires when he was a hunter in England, it was only when he was in NY when he was after demons.
"Do you know the names of the hunters that dare attack your tribe?" She asked him.
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Posted: Mon Jan 21, 2008 3:07 pm
He narrows his eyes at her as his face turns into a stern, statuesque form. Then a smile spreads across his entire face. He tongues at a chromed canine. He holds a finger at her and one of his blackened nails extends slightly and he drags it off her cheek, a small cut appearing where he traced her face. A single drop of blood on the tip of his nail that he spreads onto his tongue.
"I am sorry Astarte,...but you cannot fake this. Not this. I wouldn't be here otherwise. Sweet daughter of Lilith."
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Posted: Mon Jan 21, 2008 3:09 pm
She made a disgusted face and stuck her tongue out at her as the wound her made on her cheek quickly healed, "How did that taste? You know, the coffee blend of different blood types you just consumed." She said quickly changing the subject.
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Posted: Mon Jan 21, 2008 3:12 pm
Jacob, sensing he wasn't needed, got up and wandered off. He reloaded his pistols and holstered them again. He was cleaning the wounds he could reach, and bandaging them, when he came upon the two, the odd fog seeming to emanate from one of them. Bollocks! he thought, and ducked behind a tree.
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Posted: Mon Jan 21, 2008 3:13 pm
"Actually, it tasted a great deal like wet dog."
He said in a matter-of-fact voice mixed with sarcastic undertones.
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Posted: Mon Jan 21, 2008 3:14 pm
He nudged Amnity slightly."Do you notice the weird fog around here...?" He looked around quickly.
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