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 Posted: Wed Jan 26, 2005 10:43 am
*smiles at his arrogant attitude..which is probably what almost got him killed the other night. she shrugs
if you killed a lycan elder, my face would fill with suprise...yes. but i also would warn you at the hell you just raised by yourself. it is a war, but the price on your head alone, is....unimaginable. if you would have been taught by smarter death dealers...the elite a long time ago, you would have learned to never hunt alone.
your face wouldn't be hunted like the back of a milk carton face.
you're screwed man. *takes a drag on cigarette and smiles evilly.
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Posted: Wed Jan 26, 2005 10:50 am
Well, I returned the leaders chains to him, wrapped in the bloody remains of her shirt. I know there will be hell and I want them to know I know, and that I welcome it. Over the centuries the thing that drives one boils down to one thing only; Boredom and the wish to be rid of it. Perhaps they'll kill me or perhaps after nearaly two milenia I'll have to turn to my own kind for a stronger adversary, either way, it'll be fun. A thousand years ago I'd have been worried about my life, or unlife or whatever you consider this state of existance to be, but now I live for excitement and when there is no excitement there is no reason to live. *He watches her evil smile impasively, not at all bothered or altered by her opinions. Or even caring what she thought of his. he had his opinions, and he was sure she had hers. He'd learned also over the years that opinions was one thing not worth argueig over needlessly* Besides, you were alone that night.
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Posted: Wed Jan 26, 2005 10:57 am
yes...alone was what i was that night. i am a vampire. i deserted from the death dealers long enough ago...my whole section was destroyed, but a few...and we escaped the loyalty of our job from an aristocracy that gave us nothing.
a new call to the war...and being attacked forced me as one with training to engage in killing. i know the rules of combat. but yes...i am just as wreckless as you in my own ways. maybe more so.
*smiles and takes a drag on cigarette.*
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Posted: Wed Jan 26, 2005 11:05 am
I owe that Aristocracy nothing and it owes me the same, and about your training I've had training too. Hundreds upon hundreds of years of training, Fighting mortals as a king and as a demon and Demons as a Hero and so on and so on untill today, I hunt wolves as simply; Cadyryeith Ap-Morthwyl. I added another notch to my coup yesterday, but I left her her head. It would have made a wonderfull trophy but she was a survivor and deserved respect *He watches her smoke, as she does. It had been so long since he indulged in worldly pleasures* If I may be so rude, how old are you?
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Posted: Wed Jan 26, 2005 11:14 am
somewhere around 500 i know for sure. but if you mean in my physical demeanor, i'm 18. pefectly legal for this cigarette. haha. the next thing you are going to tell me is 'don't smoke it brings death.' at least its what i've been told even by other vampires.
foolish since we are technically already dead, and do not need to breathe. *tosses the good looking vampire a cigarette.* to your kill. *takes another drag.
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Posted: Wed Jan 26, 2005 11:18 am
how old are you...if I may be so rude?
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Posted: Wed Jan 26, 2005 11:20 am
-a parking garage behind a hotel opens slowly as a high powered bike can be heard reving up, as the door opens fully he click on the head lamp and revs the engin abit more, he pulls out of the garage as it closes behind him, his long duster flowing in the wind behind him as he moves along the ally onto the street darting into traffic as he moves-
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Posted: Wed Jan 26, 2005 11:30 am
-he speeds inbetween cars dodging pedestrians in crosswalks, almost hitting afew, he was just on a joy ride-
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Posted: Wed Jan 26, 2005 11:30 am
Somewhere near 1900 myself, although I was about 21 when I was turned. *He catches the ciggarette and puts it in his mouth.* Hmmm, seems I don't have a lighter. thats something I'll have to get, if I'm going to take up this habit *he seems a little distracted for a moment* Perhaps I've been too locked in the past, not that it matters much to you, but the shotgun really is a wonderfull invention. Ah nevermind *He moves close to her and presses the end of his ciggarette against the smouldering nd of hers and draws in a lungfull of air though it, and his begins to smoulder, too. He moves backwards again and exhales the smoke slowly*
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Posted: Wed Jan 26, 2005 11:37 am
*Rogue takes a drag and watches him. maybe it does matter to me...i did save your a** once you know.
and i guess jumping to your aid was out of my own craving for a thrill in its own way *she pulls out one of her silver handguns full of silver nitrate rounds and tosses it to him.*
they do work wonders. i must say...espcecially compatred to cross bows.
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Posted: Wed Jan 26, 2005 11:42 am
-he stops at a stop light, the first of 23 he had ran through, he pulls up to a hotrod street racer, the man looks at Vel and revs his engine, Vel mearly smirks and tips his shades, then revs his mighty bike up, clearly more powerfull then the mans car, and as the light turns, Vel quickly hops into a wheelie and burns past the mans car, leaving him almost standing still as he tried to keep up, vel drops back down onto the front wheel and hammers the brakes for the next light, stopping hard, balanced up on his front tire for a second then falling back down, the man pulls up next to him at the light- "dude... im glad i didn't put any money on that race.." -Vel smirks at the man- Or your Life... -Vel revs the engine and peels out as the light changes and continues down the street-
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Posted: Wed Jan 26, 2005 11:47 am
*He looks at the gun a bit, but gives it back, smiling* I'll have to get myself a couple, you keep that one. Here, have one of these. *he gives her a little bulb flask filled with a clear liquid, and plugged with a airtight rubber stopper* it's like a teargas grenade for Lycans. Silver nitrate in meths, evaporates in seconds and about 5 lungfulls would kill an average elder, I think. Havent been able to test it yet, although I nearl killed one after three lungfulls. And about the crossbow... *he takes a bolt from his pocket and shows her a little switch that is flicked when the bolt is fired. About 3 seconds later 4 barbs pop explosively from the head. he thn gives the shaft a tug and it seperates from the head* custom made by the best weapon maker I've ever known.
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Posted: Wed Jan 26, 2005 11:51 am
-he weaves through some more cars then hops onto he sidewalk and comes to a screeching hault, he turns off his bike and sets it onto its stand, he dismounts it and walks along the apartment building-
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Posted: Wed Jan 26, 2005 11:53 am
*takes a look at the weapon. not bad at all.
so i suppose... she pauses a minute... you don't hang around the hideout because you dislike the overbearing aristocracy? *she takes a look around and sees one of the elders zipping by on a motorcycle and she chuckles a bit.*
the times are really not that bad...there are plenty of things to enjoy. it might not be the old days, but these days also have their treasures.
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Posted: Wed Jan 26, 2005 12:05 pm
*Cady watches him drive past... that was the one from the other day* Hmm, recognise him. I must admit driving can be quite amusing at times, although I think I'll stick with cars to those deathraps, motorbikes, Perhaps a crash wouldn't kill me but it would ruin my suit and hurt... considerably. There's one thing I most certainly do like about today. everyone lives better. Untill that damned bomb blast I had a house big enough to call a small palace back when I was born, and even now I'm staying at a hotel with rooms as big as a cottage, and as elaborate as the king's chamber. It is quite a wondourous age... perhaps I should move with the time a little more and get myself a couple of guns, a sports car. oh, and you're quite right abut the aristocracy, and our hideout. Besides, humans have always been more interesting than that aristocracy. You only have to take a look at the nightlife of any age to see that.
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