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 Posted: Sat Dec 14, 2013 4:38 pm
 "You really think so?" Chase asked and strolled over to the female racer's sleek, mechanical vehicle. He admired the handiwork, and felt a familiar warmth as he would run his fingers along the hedges of its leather seat. "Then why don't you show me around? Take me to these elves you were mentioning." A small smile flashed her way.
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Posted: Sat Dec 14, 2013 4:51 pm
Radek Nekerat
The Vampire Weapons Expertl
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Radek arrived at the Lux Nocturo Square, where the carnival was as he looked around a bit amazed at the place. He looked around the place, seeing that everyone was being entertained by something certain as he was trying to find something to catch his eyes. Which landed on a well-crafted Iron Longsword. It was locked inside of a case behind a strange game both, beside it was a very obvious test of strength game as he looked around for the game caretaker. "Hello?" He called out into the booth.
Energy: 550/550
Strength: 9
Speed: 7
Equipment: Fists
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"...I will not be defeated."
Lord of Dark Weaponry
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Posted: Sat Dec 14, 2013 6:03 pm
Radek clearly could not read the sign that said be back in two hours; on lunch break.
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Posted: Sat Dec 14, 2013 6:14 pm
Radek Nekerat
The Vampire Weapons Expertl
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Radek soon noticed the sign as he glared at it and sighed, he looked to his Iron staff as he tapped it on the ground a few times. He moved over to the test of strength and swung the staff around a few times. He quickly hit the little strike pad and sent the weighted object up, hitting the bell, but moreso into the bell. The ringing sound it made was cut short because of the object sticking itself inside of the bell while Radek moved away to find something else. He moved out to the food stand, getting himself a few packets of cattle blood to get his fill. He kept on walking around as he bit into one of the packets and started to eat them.
Energy: 550/550
Strength: 9
Speed: 7
Equipment: Iron staff
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"...I will not be defeated."
Lord of Dark Weaponry
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Posted: Sun Dec 15, 2013 3:35 am
Nonchalantly she shrugged, if he expected her to gush in grand gusto over his physical features, he would be sorely disappointed. "Yeah, I think so. What of it?" Creamy things swung over the leather seat, she arched forward to almost press against the tank. "You can come if you want...get on." The bike roared to life without her even moving her hand, a sly smile hid under the helmet. "I don't know where the elves are per-say buttttt....we can find one. From what I've been told, there was one spotted in your Red Light District. You mind going there?" As he climbed on behind of her, she felt his weight meld against her contours, the thin fabric she wore really no divider that protested his reprise. "You should hang on tight...I have a problem with going too fast." Sam laughed, it had been a problem, one that she no longer worried about...dying does that to you.
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Posted: Sun Dec 15, 2013 3:51 am
Well Vincent was busy sucking on cancer's f**, not that he really had to worry about cancer...hell that was what those frilly cleric hoes were for. It was a saddle and fix, they do him a favor and he does them. Easy peasy. Anyway, there he was, head down and flashing a devilish smile...that was until he saw some guy messing with Frank's baby. You just don't touch another man's junk...
"Oi, Mate! That isn't a toy....listen little bugga' you should mosey along, find yourself a nice pretty little thing to squeeze. Ya' know. Wine and dine, treat 'er right. Unless you like playin' with your stick mo'..." He grinned, calloused hands stuffed into his pockets. Meanwhile, as the diabolus ventured around, not to far off...a rather large lion was following him. Many of the crowdfolk clapped, staring in wonder, some even ran a hand over its fur and mane. Not that it was unfriendly, it just looked so.....huge. As to why it was tagging along behind Greed....that spaded tail was singing a tempting song.
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Posted: Sun Dec 15, 2013 9:58 am
Greed
The Devil's Advocate • Rank: Adept
• bloodline: Diobolus
• Class: Berserker
• currently equipped: Bottom right picture
• feeling:
 Feared
Exalted
Evil?  Black boots carried the diabolus across the carnival in a quick stride, occasionally stopping for a few seconds to stop and gawk at one thing or another before moving on. The demon had grabbed a caramel apple from one of the stands, and was hungrily munching on the sweetened fruit. After a while, Greed came to a realization. There was a second set of footsteps matching his pace almost exactly. Whenever he stopped, it stopped. Whenever he continued, it continued. Sounds like i'm being stalked. Well... whatever wants me for dinner picked the wrong prey tonight I guess. he thought to himself before spinning around quickly on a heel, vermillion nimbuses landing upon the gigantic lion. Greed felt lightning electricity begin to arc up and down a single arm, crimson bolts racing along the muscular appendage before he realized something... the look in the beast's eyes was not predatorial. It was... curious. And playful. He would quickly cut off the flow of damaging electricity and hold both hands outwards to show he was weaponless... well besides his sharp and pointy claws, but nothing could be done about those. Greed could easily destroy the beast, but Greed didn't want to ******** with something that didn't need to be ******** with... that was usually how people got killed (or almost raped) in Nocturne. Theme song • Strength: 12
• Speed: 7 (tail has a speed of 9)
• Energy: 1000 "If you don't give me what I want, this might be rather... messy." 
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Posted: Sun Dec 15, 2013 2:06 pm
Radek Nekerat
The Vampire Weapons Expertl
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Radek was drinking his blood packet before he turned to see a man talking to him. He finished the packet and soon said, "Oioi... what kind of guy leaves a nice iron sword in a case, and just leaves for lunch for some hours?" He crossed his arms, the plastic bag, drained of it's delicious blood, hanging off at his side. "Besides... I think I might've earned that sword fair and square at giving the results." He continued as he pulled the bag in and crumbled it up.
Energy: 550/550
Strength: 9
Speed: 7
Equipment: Iron staff
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"...I will not be defeated."
Lord of Dark Weaponry
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Posted: Sun Dec 15, 2013 3:37 pm
The incubus stared blankly at the vampire, as if he wasn't sure this guy was off his rocker or just batshit. "You do realize we work none stop? All hours, so a two hour lunch break is well earned. Honestly the only thing you have earned is a swift boot to the head." He took out another f** and ignited it with a simple snap of his fingers. "You better scram before he gets back..." As he smoke the stick bobbed up and down. "Since you were just messing with his things... and Franky would not be assumed. No, sirreeee."As Greed stopped and turned, the lion quickly flopped over, rolling onto it's back with legs in the air. It was playing dead. It didn't last long though, both eyes opened and a long tongue slunk out to lay against the ground. Rhythmically the tawny wheat tail swatted the ground, left then right, creating billows of dust.
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Posted: Sun Dec 15, 2013 4:06 pm
Radek Nekerat
The Vampire Weapons Expertl
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Radek raised his left eyebrow before tilting his head, pointing to the stand not so far from them. "I'm nowhere near it, I walked away a while ago." He told the man before he crossed his arms and tilted his head once more. "Anyways... got any good games here that award weapons besides that test of strength game?" He asked as he kept his iron staff at his side while watching the man, getting another bag to drink from.
Energy: 550/550
Strength: 9
Speed: 7
Equipment: Iron staff
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"...I will not be defeated."
Lord of Dark Weaponry
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Posted: Sun Dec 15, 2013 6:25 pm
Greed
The Devil's Advocate • Rank: Adept
• bloodline: Diobolus
• Class: Berserker
• currently equipped: Bottom right picture
• feeling:
Feared
Exalted
Evil? The look of caution spread across greed's face changed rapidly, a small smile slowly forming on his face as the gigantic energy based beast rolled over onto it's back, it's wet and pink tongue lolling lazily out of it's mouth as it pretended to die. The demon would walk over to it's side, crouching down and placing a clawed hand on it's abdomen. The demon then began scratching it's stomach playfully, his smile slowly spreading as he felt a rumbling purr emit from the beast's chest. His energy sight told him that the beast was constructed purely of energy and wasn't real, but still... while he hated people, the diabolus had always had a soft spot in his small and blackened heart for animals. They were way easier to put up with than humans... mostly because they didn't talk, so they weren't able to say stupid s**t like half the new soldiers he had to train did. Eventually red nimbuses began to scan the crowd, looking for the summoner of the beast, though ebony claws would continue to scratch the beast's stomach absently. Theme song • Strength: 12
• Speed: 7 (tail has a speed of 9)
• Energy: 1000 "If you don't give me what I want, this might be rather... messy."
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Posted: Mon Dec 16, 2013 5:52 am
"Oh trust me, Mate. He will know regardless...and when he picks up on your smelly leeching cent, you are in for a world of hurt. You might as well took a sledgehammer to a Ferrari." Vincent cared not for this dudes gusto, but he continued anyway. "While I'm sureeee your skills are impressive, heh.." A sarcastic tone playing tricks from his lips. "You won't win a damn thing standin' around sucking bloody milk bags like a son of a harlot still latched to a tit." He shrugged, still eying the irksome male. "If you want to win anything tangible, you need to find yourself an elf. Those lil bugga's aren't easy to spot either...last I heard they were runnin' some recon in your city. Perhaps you should look there instead." With that, Vince turned away, his long strolls leading him straight to the lion who was growing fond of this demon. "Isn't she a beaut? The only one ever made...and perhaps my favorite." He quipped to Greed, his own fingers toying with the massive hind paw as if he were checking it. The lions tail swatting at him in protest. "So, are you lookin' for somethin'? Probably one of those elves right? Well, since I like ya and all, I will give you a hint unlike the poor bloke I just talked to...Since it is the lunch hour, you should check out some fancy-smancy restaurant that is on the way in." Vincent grinned, patting that pussycats backside before she disappeared completely without a trace.
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Posted: Mon Dec 16, 2013 8:44 am
Greed
The Devil's Advocate • Rank: Adept
• bloodline: Diobolus
• Class: Berserker
• currently equipped: Bottom right picture
• feeling:
Feared
Exalted
Evil? vermillion red orbs snapped from the crowd to the man who had started playing with the beast's gigantic paws. He chuckled, nodding in agreement to vincent. "Yeah, she's pretty. She acts like a giant puppy dog though." he said with a small smile, watching the tufted tail hit the man in disagreement when he grabbed it's paw. "Well I was looking for something to do at the carnival... but hunting elves sounds kinda fun. Maybe after I kill one I can stuff it and use it as a christmas decoration. Maybe that should brighten up the barracks a little bit. And thanks, the name's Greed by the way. Yes, my parents are very original with names, I know." he said, standing up from his low crouch when the energy constructed lion began to dissipate. The diabolus's long and spaded tail would wipe some dust off of his shoulders idly before a bright crimson bolt of energy formed beneath his feet, sending him rocketing into the sky and towards the only 'fancy-smancy' restaurant he could think of, which was the blood bank.
- exit Theme song • Strength: 12
• Speed: 7 (tail has a speed of 9)
• Energy: 1000 "If you don't give me what I want, this might be rather... messy."
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Posted: Wed Dec 18, 2013 2:35 pm
Radek Nekerat
The Vampire Weapons Expertl
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Radek raised another eyebrow before he shrugged as the man left, going to find the elf as he directed. Recon... that rang badly in his mind as he brandished his iron staff incase one of them turned hostile. He finished his blood packet and tossed it aside as he looked around in the carnival for one such elf. In his mind, they were the tricky kind of race, being able to move and plan faster than normal races. As he looked, he made sure his steps were careful... especially with that warning the man gave him.
Energy: 550/550
Strength: 9
Speed: 7
Equipment: Iron staff
╚══════════════╝
"...I will not be defeated."
Lord of Dark Weaponry
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Posted: Wed Dec 18, 2013 11:42 pm
The diabolus was off quicker than a dirty shirt, sky rocketing to who only knows where. Meanwhile, radek was searching around the carnival searching for an elf, however, these elves looked far removed from the pretty pale humanoids. Their bodies shrunken, their heads widened and it seemed their skin even turned an ugly shade of green...Yet, Radek didn't know any of this and all of his efforts were in vain. Not single one of the vicious beings were here.
As he ventured, winding through the stalls and such, he would stumble upon conversation. Some whispering rumors that a strange being was spotted at the cathedral after mass. Maybe it was a godsend to Radek, a hint that he should check there.
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