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 Posted: Mon Feb 14, 2005 9:30 am
The softest trace of a whisper glided smoothly along Azriel's earlobe, tracing it as fluidly as liquid silk. Bending her head slightly, her pale lids opening to reveal slits of the striking amethyst that were her eyes, she found herself grinning, her ruby lips encrusted in a gleaming malice.
This is the beginning...
The man's voice flowed within her, reverberating in its sharpest crescendos along every vital organ of her body, of the surreal traces of her mind. It was times like these that her psychic abilities came in use, times when the enemies flourished their bladed tongues with such a carelessness it could so easily be seized and thrown back upon them in full-force.
The brim of her swastika-emblazoned hat cast a shadow over her brows and the bridge of her nose, and for a moment glazed her eyes-yet the smug emotion that had been held within her orbs was still evident in the way she nearly jumped from her office chair, seizing the charcoal sheath of her blade in her hands from its position across the surface of her desk.
"I thought they would have come sooner...never have I had guests come late,"
The Tiefling's words were frosted in an intangible coolness, despite the fact that the man and his assistants were coming closer and closer to penetrating Draco Industries. As she pulled her blade, Abkommen from its sheath, its wan azure surface casting sapphire shadows across the darkened walls, she relished the feeling of death in her hands, the unquestionable authority to cause it within her tiny fingertips.
"Ah well...better late than never, I suppose. Yet this certain appointment requires a stylish entrance...and for that I can only entertain them with the most admirable and respectful guests I have."
Swinging Abkommen before the girl's delicate figure, Azriel's smile widened while her glassy reflection beamed back at her along the sharpened blade. Bringing it down in a slicing motion through the thin air of her office, she could only imagine it as skin, skin that would so deliciously rip apart with the prod of her pet.
The Tiefling's nimble fingertips swept over the machine along the corner of her desk, and, pressing a button rather enthusiastically, she rang for Carlton Ashe, bequeathing him of the services of his Shadow Hunters. With a flourish, Azriel swept towards the large window of her office, gazing down upon the entrance of Draco Industries.
Lining the entrance, of course, were Shadow Hunters, dressed in suits and thick-framed glasses to disguise their otherwise frightening appearances. The beastly albino creatures had been patrolling the outside of the complex, yet as she ever so gently tapped the frosted glass of her window, each one of them stopped their patrolling almost simultaneously-gazing upward at the Tiefling with a nod of obediance. Nearby, she could spot the black of a limousine she had sent into hiding, and at its sudden disappearance into the air, realized eight more of her precious Shadow Hunters were now joining the five that had been patrolling.
Thirteen of her albino soldiers stood before the entrance, frightening with their giant-like guises and their red, beady eyes, bulging fists equpped with their own arsenal of weapons. And she stood almost proudly, waiting for the foolish little shadow creatures and their master to approach, finding that watching the scuffle between Hunter and Hunted would soon become extremely entertaining.
((Horrible post...alsdkfjsl seems like I haven't been rping in forever))
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Posted: Mon Feb 14, 2005 11:51 am
Hybrid looked all of them over for a long time before sweeping from the shadows and toward the exit of the alley. "Hurry up and get moving. Arkus...come out after you've helped all of them into the vent." Hybrid moved from the alley and toward the front of the building. His steps leading him toward the stairs. His fingers touching the custom revolers set on him, ready for use.
Their bullets, ready to tear open people and destroy them alive. Well, at least their wish would soon be fulfilled. His mind stretched out and suddenly a dark shadow overwent Draco Industries. For about 2 blocks around it in each direction there was no moonlight. He strode up the steps unseen. No light could penetrate out into the darkness. His presence completely unknown, to psychics and non-psychics alike.
The man stood about three feet from the door and looked at the glass. Bullet-proof. A shame it wouldn't be hit. His voice thundered through the lobby, no farther than that as he watched Azriel. "You wish to get in my way again you foolish beast. Using these men to do your bidding. Are you that weak to have to depend upon others? At least I can back up my own words...."
Then silence as no noise emitted from anywhere. Many of the men holding their ears slightly, looking around and wondering what to do. Then they would look at Azriel for instructions. The voice had been everywhere, and they couldn't see outside the windows. Nor could they shoot in fact, though whether they knew that or not depended upon if they had been told. But a man stepped within 2 feet of the glass and was suddenly visible. The golden eyes, white hair, and black clothes all over. He stood in silence looking in at the dumbfounded men. Meanwhile the rest of his group could see just fine.
Franz Draco, leader of Draco Industries. He was doing well for himself recently, and fortunately getting close to figuring out how to drain the Shadowkind properly. He wanted more, and more power than he had. His blood red eyes smiled wildly and almost roared with a ferocity unknown to many. He licked his lips slowly, a wine glass in his hand, as he looked out at the city.
He had buildings everywhere, making him very, very well known. He visited them from time to time but enjoyed this main building. He tapped his finger on the wine glass in thought though. Azriel had been up to some things. She had lost 8 Shadow Hunters at a bar. What the hell was she doing? He knew there were now a large amount down in the lobby. Were they expecting someone?
Suddenly the outside was dark, and he couldn't see out at that city. It was as if they were in a cloud. He sighed and shook his head before striding back over to his desk. He sat down, and began to search for profits for that day. Dr. Astrid had been working diligently, so they had been paying her, granted the company was getting much more out of just one Shadowkind creature. Luckily Ashe Carlton couldn't notice that he, Franz, was an efreeti. He might go ballistic, and he didn't need that. Not now anyways.
Franz looked at the site and finished his wine with a smile. Everything was going just perfect.
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Posted: Mon Feb 14, 2005 6:38 pm
Z'Kort watched Hybrid go and waved Arkus off silently. The grate in the ground wasn't too bad, he had seen and assessed it earlier when they arrived. Bagels were distracting, but being creamed by the other man seemed more distracting in those moments. Squatting down, the elf placed clean hands on the dirty bars. He winced, hands moving over the thing hesitantly.
"Disgusting," he muttered, pulling gingerly at it. A couple of tugs later, though, and it was out, the rust scraping off it with a soft crinkling sound. His hands rubbed themselves on his black jeans, trying to get the slippery sludge off.
Kort glanced down the small shaft and nodded to himself, quickly calculating the friction of the slide they would have. The small, enclosed space was much too dark, though, even with Hybrid's fake shadows.
With a last smile at the two women he was to lead, Kort disappeared into the tunnel. He pulled his arms inward, wrapping them around his torso and fell. Slime clung to his clothes, moving from the shaft's edges to his body. The revulsion he felt, though, was quickly pushed away as his booted feet made contact with the metal bottom.
There was little surprise there, and the speedster shifted his weight up, creating the minimal of sound at the contact. He dropped into a crouch, squinting into the darkness.
Drip. Drip.
A leaky air conditioning system? He shrugged, it was probably his overactive imagination. The man glanced up the shaft where he had dropped in from. Could the rest of the group even see him all the way down there? Well, there was a drow in the group, she could probably see if he signalled her. Kort raised an arm and flicked his fingers, calling them to follow him but carefully. Hopefully they can read ranger signals?
The elf moved foward enough to give them two room, then waited. There was a little more light here, alluminated from the rooms the vents crisscrossed into. They would need to be pretty quiet down there.
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Posted: Mon Feb 14, 2005 7:45 pm
Watching with utter facination as the elf ripped the grate out of the way and dropped down, she walked to the edge of the hole to look down. For a moment her eyes were their normal black, then when she blinked a few times they glowed with a reddish orange hue. Seeing the heat-illuminated figure of Kort flash his hand towards them, she turned to the mermaid and waved her silently forward, waiting for her to go down before following.
'This is going to be interesting..' She thought to herself with a mental chuckle. She had one hand on her dagger in case someone other than their group showed up to bother them. 'Don't kill, NO killing..' the drow reminded herself over and over again, so she decided that she would use her dagger, just not the blade end. And with that she ran a dark, slender, but strong hand through her short hair, keeping her eyes to the hole in the ground lest her heat-sensitive eyes fall upon some street-lamp and damage them, plus it would cause Zaniah considerable amount of pain to do so.
((Wow... so craptastic xd ))
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Posted: Tue Feb 15, 2005 3:26 pm
Na'fiel took a deep breath and slid in, feeling her body start to fall and thanking the heavens that she had gone in feet first. With a dull thud, her feet touched metal once again. There had been a bit of slime during the short ride, turning her skin into scales momentarily, but nothing to worry about. There would have to be a lot more water than that to turn her completely. As she made it down, she looked over to see the elf already waiting for them and she shifted over to make room for the drow.
Claustraphobia had never really been an issue with the mermaid, though, she had to admit, it was a bit stuffy down here. Just being in such a tiny space without much room to move around wasn't too pleasing.
"Why did I agree to do this?" she thought to herself, her back leaning against the slimy wall of the vent and her feet touching the other side. Her legs were scrunched up in between, without much room to move. It wasn't a tall vent either, so they would have to crawl. Goody.
Off in the distance, she could almost hear a soft, 'Drip, drip..." That didn't make sense, they were in a ventilation shaft, not a pipe. There couldn't be water in here... Still, she wondered where the sound was coming from. Were they above a water source or something?
((aljgnakvbagava...yeah...crap posting))
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Posted: Thu Feb 17, 2005 2:14 pm
As soon as Na'fiel was out of the way, Zaniah took ahold of the grate and pulled something she had seen in cartoons, except a little more quietly. Jumping in she held the grate overhead, but slowed down her velocity by jamming her feet against the sides of the shaft, slowing her down but not stopping her as they slid against the grime.
The vent went down with a soft thud as Zaniah let go, letting herself fall the rest of the way down till she landed at the bottom, folding into a crouch to absorb the sound her shoes would make against the ventilation floor. Her eyes were still glowing, and she could see Z'kort and Na'fiel quite easily since their body heat stood out against the cold ventilation shaft.
Traces of heat flittered through the shaft, and the mirkyness, stuffiness, and cramped quarters made her feel right at home.
She paused just before she was about to run her hand through her hair, it was filthy. Shrugging she wiped her hands off on her jeans before sh began forward. They had to get to the washroom first, then triangulate their position and how they would get to the higher levels...
'The only question is though... is it equilateral or isosoles...' She thought with a smirk
((AHAHAHA!! Math humor... gonk ... I've been doing math too long..))
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Posted: Thu Feb 17, 2005 4:41 pm
Z'Kort waited till he heard the soft thud signalling the arrival of the drow. He waited a moment, then nodded to himself. Turning slowly on the balls of his feet, the elf dropped onto a crouched hands on vent sides position and made his way forward. In this way, the man made little noise and still kept a steady pace. For the moment he would ignore the digusting fungus and mold growing against his fingertips. They were heading to a bathroom, he could clean up there.
Not unless they have scented soaps and a bath, Kort thought, grimacing. His boots slid a little, but the hands placed against the ventilation walls kept him upright.
"Come, come, ladies," he murmured, voice low and husky. "There's a party up ahead and we're VIPs." The man chuckled, following the sound of toilets flushing and the air vent sounds. His pointy ears twitched, gouging the distant sound as ventilation fans. Oh, that's pleasant, it's like those action movies...with the people getting ripped to shreads in the blades, he mused.
As the elf made his way forward, there were voices echoing around them. "The rooms below, most likely," he commented, eyes sharp even in the semi-dark. His boots only made the slightest of sloshing sounds, the type one would hear only in total silence. But even then, most of the time it was only the air moving back and forth.
The three creatures came to a four-way intersection, the fan sounds echoing loudly around them. Kort's delicate ears protested against the abuse, going flat against his skull. Angular cheek bones flushed a little pale, another reponse to the dull roar around them. Which way to go? He wondered, glancing forward, then left and right.
Long fingers came up to signal the two women behind to stay for a moment as he tried to figure their positioning. Z'Kort moved a couple steps forward into the path before them. The sound began to die away. He shook his head, Not that way. Back tracking, the elf restarted back on the left way and the sounds minisculy loud. He smiled, triumphant.
"Children, this way, please," Kort cooed, then continued through the shaft. A grate further up had florescent lights shining through. Florescent generally means bathroom because people don't wanna waste money on good, soft lights in a toilet, he deducted, speeding up his pace a bit.
At the last couple yards he slid, moving at a ridiculously high pace. His black hair waved behind like a banner and his green eyes sparkled. A moment passed where it looked like the elf would slide past entirely, but he stopped, using his boots as brakes. Still not a sound issued from him, just the same soft sloshing.
Kort looked between his legs at where the grate was. "Eureka, we hit gold, par'ners," his fake southern accent echoing back to the drow and mermaid. The fan was loud enough to where he could talk comfortably and not be in the least likely way heard.
GRRRRP. FLOOOOOSH.
A toilet was flushing. Startled, Kort realized he was looking down at a man who had just taken a dump. Oh gawd, noo- But the thought was choked off as the smell wafted up to the elf's delicate nostrils. Immediately he moved his arm to block the offending flagrance, using his black sweater sleeve to keep it from penetrating. Z'Kort heard the man washing his hands, then the telltale swing of a door opening, then floating closed.
The speed demon looked down again, utterly disgusted. "If he had eaten bagels, his crap wouldn't smell like s**t," he muttered to himself. Kort listened once more and decided there was no one left in the men's lavatory. A quick flick of the wrist and he had the vent bolts unscrewed. Another flick and the grate swung up, propped against the steel sides of the ventilation shaft.
Positioning his legs in the opening, the elf gave a little finger wave to the women and disappeared. His boots landed squarely on either side of the toilet bowl with a dull thump and a quick glance at his hands took him racing out of the stall to the sinks.
"I love water. Lots and lots of clean water."
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Posted: Thu Feb 17, 2005 7:38 pm
Gripping the sides of the vent with her boots and and pulling herself along with her hands, Na'fiel went through the shaft without much trouble. Trying to stay as quiet as possible, but not quite as nimble as the elves, she ended up making very quiet squeaking sounds where her boots slid along the wet slime and dull thuds from her knees. Hopefully, they weren't too noticible from below. The slime coating her finger tips were, luckily, not making her change and her clothing was keeping the rest of it out.
Off in the distance, she could hear the loud whoosh whoosh of the ventilation blades. Now, hopefully they don't run into one, lest there be only shreds of them left... Not a pleasant thought. While she waited for Z'kort to figure out the right way to go, thoughts of what they were about to do circled through her head. Well, they would only be killing one person tonight, that was clear. No one else was supposed to die. At least...none of the Shadow Hunters. What would happen if one of her teammates met an untimely death? What if it was herself that met an untimely death?
"Don't think about it!" she thought, mentally smacking herself and looking up to see that they were going left. The rest of the trip was uneventful enough, though she could now see why the elf was considered a speedster. Doing her best to keep up, near the end she found herself falling behind. It was a good thing, in this case, because if she had been right behind him, the mermaid would've smacked right into his feet when he stopped.
When Z'kort flinched back, she could only imagine what he was looking at and suddenly, she lost all interest in knowing. After he dropped down, Na'fiel peered over the side and did the same, landing on the white ceramic of the toilet seat.
"I do not want to know what's been here before me..." she muttered, steadying herself before leaping down from her perch and getting out of the stall. And glad I didn't fall in...
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Posted: Sat Feb 19, 2005 2:08 pm
Following quickly, she too heard the dull roar of the blades. But didn't think on it so humorously, just as a means of covering their noise. Though her own sensitive ears were ringing, she ignored it the best she could while she disginguished the noise from the soft voices of her team-mates. She had gotten to the opening just as Kort had dropped through, soon followed by the mermaid.
Blinking a few times to get rid of the red glow in her eyes, she looked towards the exit and looked down to see if Na'fiel had moved yet so that she could get through. Watching the mermaid leave the stall, Zaniah slid out silently, her own shoes making not a sound.. untill the sludge on the made her slip and she had to grasp the stall door to keep herself upright.
Shock and surprise lit up those dark features, then annoyance set in while she pulled herself to her feet. Muttering darkly to herself in Drow, she saw the elf by the sink, washing the grime off himself. Zani noticed a pile of hand-towels in the corner and though 'My, what a ritzy place..' before grabbing one and wiping off the grundge on her boots and hands. Tossing one to the mermaid, she was soon clean enough to move around properly without falling on her arse.
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Posted: Sat Feb 19, 2005 4:06 pm
Azriel's eyes frosted over in a quiet frustration as she heard the looming voice of the mysterious man threatening her. The intensity and pure volume of his words caused both ceiling and floor to rumble slightly, causing her to step cautiously towards the side of her office so she would not lose her fragile composure. She was never physically strong, and her frail demeanor could easily be taken advantage of, especially at moments such as these, when being threatened required the physical stature and composure of a seasoned warrior. Holding Abkommen at her side, she could feel its cold metal caressing the flesh of her fingertips, glancing down for a moment at its vibrantly glowing blue hue.
As the sky darkened in shades of mauve and charcoal, she could have sworn that a solar eclipse had occured-yet, with a sense of uncertain trepidation, the Tiefling's fingertips gripped her blade so tightly that droplets of blood dribbled along the pores of her cuticles. It was not an eclipse, rather some type of Arcane magick, she was sure of it; it vibrated within her strong mind like an unethereal tempest, and she had to require every bit of inner strength within her to keep her from shouting at the b*****d that had caused this darkening. Gazing out at the graying buildings, their structures appeared dilapidated and phantasm-like as the spirals of darkness descended like a cloak around Draco Industries.
"Foolish beast?"
Raising a violet brow, her eyes glazed over as fury swept throughout her mind, numbing her alert senses. Azriel faced the man with caution, yet felt disrespected by his tone of voice and the foul language he used in addressing her, causing her words to become inflamed with a quiet rage.
"That weak to have depended on others? ...What a sad man you are, underestimating others as if they were nothing but stepping stones in your foolish attempt at conquest!"
She walked closer towards the glass of the window, which was dappled in frost from the air conditioning at the office. It was the only reason she could see a hint of what was going on outside, and the man appeared the tiniest of blurs within the dark vestiges of the city.
"Using others to do my bidding, that is what monarchy requires of an army, what a president needs of legislature! What right do you have, foolish a**, to belittle my work in exchange for the petty inflation of your foolish pride?! On what terms do you dare to come to Draco Industries, flaunting your power as if you were a legion of God himself?"
Shaking her head fiercely, her burgundy curls flying madly throughout the air, her demeanor changed rapidly, in a hurried instant-her eyes glistening a softer shade, flecked with specks of gold. Raising her head so that she was eye-level with the self-righteous man before her, Azriel breathed towards the glass, a clear filament of fog forming a circle before her. She crossed an X within the center of this circle, before crossing her arms, her sword hanging limply at her side.
"Nevertheless...greetings, and salutations. I thought you would have come earlier, though you do not make yourself clear of your intentions. I was hoping to welcome you with a grand gala-"
Her hands swept into the air, gesturing with the most fluid of motions towards the confused Shadow Hunters,
"...Yet you clearly have disarmed them. However...the effort is still useful in encouraging the spirit of war, yes?"
Clinging to her blade and making a chopping motion throughout the air, she forced the Shadow Hunters-as confused as they were-to attack, running straight for Chaos. Azriel was no fool-she realized this man's incredible strength, yet perhaps it would buy time...time enough for her to assemble a proper, warm welcome for his infidel accomplices, wherever they lingered.
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Posted: Sat Feb 19, 2005 4:26 pm
Without looking back Hybrid walks through the window/front of the building. The Shadow Hunters run straight into the window. They pile up outside it, and Hybrid turns, a Revolver spinning out. A single bullet is loosed from the chamber and entered a Shadow Hunters' head. He gave a very short cry...and then in the sudden explosion of his head and shrapnel of bone, and bullet, the rest died.
That one shot had killed all 13 of her Shadow Hunters out front. They not laid in a heap, dead. His weapon was back in the sheath as he kept walking. All happening in under 2 seconds. He stopped 6 feet away from the receptionist. He looks at her. How many levels up is Miss Azriel's office?" His golden eyes strangely and somehow settled the receptionist. She told him and he nodded. "Get under the desk and don't move for the rest of the night. When the police come, tell them that a crusader came to stop illegal activity..."
His .45 came out and pointed up. "19th floor of the building eh?" The gun let out an echoing shot up into the ceiling. A clean hole appeared and the shot flew up through the floors and ceilings amazingly easily. Azriel would hear a few inquiries or mumbles. Maybe a shout or two. Then suddenly Only about 3 feet behind her she would hear the splintering of wood and a whish.
On her ceiling there wasn't a hole, but a message. It had been an archaic bullet. It read. Don't underestimate me Azriel. You get in my way, you will die. I don't need them, never forget that. The message began to drip the excess liquids onto the floor. A sizzling could be heard once they hit. Acid...he may not be trying to kill her, but his ways were amazing...Hybrid was gone from the lobby. Arkus was free to enter now...
Franz heard a shot from outside. He blinked a bit and walked outside. Damn He couldn't see all the way down from that high up. What the hell was going on. He went back inside to the phone and dialed Azriel's extention. The phone in her office began to ring. He tapped his foot, very irritated that she hadn't told him much.
He would be asking her about what was going on, if it was under control, as well as any concerns. He didn't want the police there, and needed to know there was nothing wrong. They were so close, who could be doing this after all?...Who would want to try and mess with Franz Draco of Draco Industries.
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Posted: Sat Feb 19, 2005 5:42 pm
((*mumbles about double posts*))
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Posted: Sun Feb 20, 2005 1:35 pm
Na'fiel caught the towel and wiped off the slime from her hands, turning them back to normal. Much better. Well, they were still giving off a slightly blue hue, but it was better than nothing. Flexing the muscles in her arms, she looked towards the door and waited for Arkus.
"Well, this has turned out to be an interesting night," she murmured, tossing the towel into a bin and crossing her arms while leaning on the wall. Indeed...but there was more to come. 20th floor, right? She hadn't used the poison in a long time...there was enough in her system to knock out three full grown men. Then again, using it all didn't seem like a very good idea.
Somewhere off in the distance, she heard a shot being fired and then some groaning. Well, considering that there was a lot of noise, she assumed that it was Hybrid who fired. Not surprising.
"We're waiting for Arkus, right?" she asked, not really expecting an answer, but mostly just making conversation. It was too quiet to stay silent and the mermaid was getting anxious to start.
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Posted: Sun Feb 20, 2005 3:20 pm
Arkus charged through the carnage, knowing that he needed to get to the meeting point, which was the bathroom. He understood, for the most part, and needn't say a word to Hybrid.
He rounded a corner, entering a hallway. There was a sign that pointed to the men's bathroom, and assumed that it was the only one on this floor. But, why would Hybrid have them meet far in the building? That wouldn't make sense.
So Arkus charged down the halls, making quite a racket. The eight foot tall minotaur's horn tips occasionally crashed into an overhead light, breaking it down and getting trampled beneath his horns.
Of course, Arkus would not go unnoticed.
And this was demonstrated by two Shadow Hunters appearing with 9mm submachine guns at the end of the hall. Arkus reacted quickly, flinging open a steel door to block their aim. They began to unload at the door, but the tiny bullets reflected off. Arkus flexed slightly, and the ripped the door from its hinges, and began to use it as a full-body shield to protect his body, head, legs and arms. His horns were durable enough to withstand the bullets, he figured. Lumbering forward with the door in hand, he threw it forward as soon as he got close enough, catching both Hunters with it and knocking them out. They weren't dead, as Hybrid had requested.
He soon found the door to the men's bathroom, and tapped on the door, as if asking to enter. But sadly, the doorway was a bit thin... he'd need to slide through to get in, but he figured that he wouldn't need to enter, after all...
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RogueKazimeras Vice Captain
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Posted: Sun Feb 20, 2005 7:51 pm
Chuckling a bit, Zaniah shrugged. She had proceeded to wipe off most of the grime and tossed the towel in the same bin. Then, her ears twitched slightly as she heard the distant crashes coming closer.
"Ah.. and there he is.."
She smirked, and was a bit surprised when the clamor ended with a soft knock on the bathroom door. Going to open it, she pushed the door, but it did not budge.. Pushing harder, she wondered if the bovine was leaning against it for fun. After another moment, she looked at the sign above the handle that said in big red letters 'Pull'. Feeling thoughoughly embarrassed and stupid, she pulled the door open smoothly to regard the debris covered minotaur.
"Glad you could join us, lets head off then. Quickly, because your noise will be bringing the buildings supplies of shadow-hunters just as quick." And with that she motioned to the other two, walking out into the hallway with only a passing glance for the two unconcious shadow-hunters. 'It seems that these kind rely too much on their weapons and bulk than silence and caution..' she thought with disgust. She prided herself on what she did, fighting and finding the unfindable, whether they wanted to be found or not.
"Kort, you know what to do.." Zaniah commented calmly before taking her dagger in hand, holding it by the blade so that she could quickly throw it if an enemy presented themself. The drow would have to throw delicately though, otherwise she'd end up planting a blade in a head instead of just the hilt.
((WEEE!! All better ^^))
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