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 Posted: Wed Jan 26, 2005 12:13 pm
the nightlife is certainly beautiful to my old eyes. it keeps me going when the stuffy hideout does not. though some company is nice in a great while...
i love to paint. but the hideout walls, and dark crimsons only stur my bloodlust. nothing more. the tools more modern artists use these days are quite nice...and i use them. before i was called over to this part of the "concentrated" war, i was in paris, and italy for most of the time. painting the nightlife. far more beautiful than this.
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Posted: Wed Jan 26, 2005 12:22 pm
*He smiles, how long had it been since he'd talked this much, too long. She was right, company was nice* An artist? well, I'm a bard by trade which most today would simply call a singer and although the mystical uses of my voice have fadesd as the pagan and celtic ways have faded and their gods have died, I can still sing. It's good to know there are others that still appreciate the older things, and the new things... and Europe! I hold more love for europe than I ever will for america.
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Posted: Wed Jan 26, 2005 12:30 pm
(( this is the original Velante 3nodding )) 
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Posted: Wed Jan 26, 2005 12:33 pm
yes. europe. and singing was also one of my traits. my creativity outcasted me in my aristocratic family in france...women were to be quiet things. i could sing which was the only reason they kept me around. my creativity brought on my fate as a vampire as well. its what attracted him to me to change my life against my will.
i succumbed to it though.
you may call me Rogue or Kaei. whichever you prefer. i must be off now to do some hunting. i am quite hungry, but feel free to stop by the hideout at any time. you can even take up a room near mine. i found an old piano upstairs...and i do know how to play if you ever do wish to bring some classical music to your life.
just call my cell if u need to find me, or would like company hunting.
thank you for the enriching conversation.
*traces of her french accent are detectable, and she bows as a sign of respect.*
((g2g take shower then off to band practice.))
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Posted: Wed Jan 26, 2005 12:41 pm
*Cady smiles and bows, too* and thank you for making me realise it's silly to live in the past, and I have most certainly enjoyed the company of a rather attractive, and intelegent vampire. Hmm... I think i might contact you again for some company sometime, hunting or otherwise and perhaps I could add to your playing with my voice. *it's perhaps odd that only now that he's finished speaking that its noticable that all the while he'd been speaking with a soft welsh accent* I dohope Ill see you around, and next time I may have a gun or two, and a lighter.
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Posted: Wed Jan 26, 2005 1:13 pm
-he roars down the street away from the apartments once more, he moves along traffic and makes his way towards the hideout-
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Posted: Wed Jan 26, 2005 1:17 pm
-he swirves past another car, then past a few peds on a cross walk, he had just blown yet another light, he quickly turns and runs aong a few back ally streets as he approaches the hideout, so he would be harder to follow, he comes to a stop just outside the hideout, he clicks a small button on his dash and a door opens, he drives his bike in and it closes behind him-
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Posted: Wed Jan 26, 2005 1:17 pm
*Cady wanders off towards some shops. He walks into a tobbaconist and buys himself a silver zippo lighter, with a crossd sword design etched into one side. He checks the bottom for a hallmark and sure enough it's there. He pockets the lighter and a can of refill gas. He heads home, and about half way there he sees an audi store, and looks at the TT roadster in the window. He makes a mental note to come back here with some more money on him. He gets to a mobile phone shopp and walks in. Now this was one thing that he was very unsure about, technolagy. He just picks a phone that looks nice and lets the store attendant choose his network for him. Cady walks out of the shop slightly dazzed and surprised at how much something so small cost. He heads the rest of the way to the hotel and walks inside. This had a rather unusual evening, for him.*
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Rikku de Lioncourt Captain
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Posted: Wed Jan 26, 2005 1:19 pm
((Oi, Cady, we require your presence in the Hideout. ninja ))
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Posted: Wed Jan 26, 2005 1:22 pm
Rikku de Lioncourt ((Oi, Cady, we require your presence in the Hideout. ninja )) ((ah... ok))
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Posted: Wed Jan 26, 2005 2:49 pm
*Kamahl had been walking about the city for a while now. He still had much to do and the little coup that was eminent didn't help his situation. Obviously, others like him would be looking for him....and the vampires would probably do the same too. The sidewalks weren't exactly bustling with people in this part of town but the smell of mortal flesh was still strong here. Quite easily, Kamahl ignored the hunger that plagued him so much and continued walking.*
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Posted: Wed Jan 26, 2005 3:02 pm
Nerve grudgingly walks into the City and walking into a small alleyway he rests against a wall for a moment to collect his thoughts then quickly his head snaps up to look forward. Slowly he lowers his head, a look of distaste on his face.
"Leave me alone.." he mutters to something that does appear to be there.
Calmly he flicks his wrist and a bottle lying on the floor flies forward and smashes against a wall.
"All I want is some peace.." he mumbles as he holds his hands up to his head.
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Posted: Wed Jan 26, 2005 3:06 pm
*Kamahl walks by the alleyway and notices the person slumped over near the wall. He tried to ignore this person because he could tell he was having a bad time already. The money in his account had to be changed to usable currency and unfortunately, he didn't know where to exchange it.*
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Posted: Wed Jan 26, 2005 3:16 pm
Slowly he stands up and shakes himself off. Seeming to come to himself he adjusts his mirrorshades and stares at the nothingness again.
"I've decided that you won't bother me anymore. I shall ignore you. So just leave me be."
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Posted: Wed Jan 26, 2005 3:27 pm
*After seeing that individual in the alleyway, he figured that he should just keep on walking. The fact that he was a vampire didn't bother him....it intrigued him. But he had to get to the nearest bank so he can complete his business endeavor. Kamahl stopped, whistled, and got into a cab that, oddly enough, stopped for him.*
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