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 Posted: Sat Jul 08, 2006 3:30 pm
Jack's eyes narrowed and hardened into small, frore slits. "It's of a rather unlawful nature." she answered, not intending to tell him anything important. She was a merc. A sword for hire that went on an occasional klepto run, just for fun, not that her profession was any of the demon's business. He hadn't even told her his name. She considered that an insult.
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Posted: Sat Jul 08, 2006 8:45 pm
“It seems fairly apparent to me that you never needed my protection in the first place.” Angel coughed, several flecks of blood showing crimson on her hand before she clenched it into a fist and continued to the door. She needed rest.
Blood as well, to aid in healing her wounds, but that was a far second to her desperate need for healing sleep. Even with the sharpest edge of pain eased off her wounds by what she could only assume was her companion’s magical energy, she was still badly injured.
She didn’t bother to question the fact that the dragon child… no, he was hardly a child any longer, the dragon was speaking to her. It seemed that everything else in her life was being turned upside-down, why not this too? “You are free to return to the hotel. I’m sure your parents, or your owner, or whoever it was that lived there with you, will be quite happy to see you.”
She coughed again, this time struggling to take in air with her next breath. She didn’t truly need to breathe. She was undead after all, but it was a reflex born of centuries of existence, and giving it up seemed near to impossible. She hissed out another breath and sank to her knees in the grass. Apparently, she wasn’t going anywhere for a few moments. At least until she gathered the strength to move again.
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Flynn MacCumhaill Captain
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Posted: Sun Jul 09, 2006 2:41 am
"It's of a rather unlawful nature," the fae answered, her eyes slitted.
Katashi -- unexpectedly -- bowed to her in respect. "I am satisfied with that. Our own tends that way also." He straightened. "My name is Katashi. Is there any way in which we might aid you?"
((Wow. I'm slipping into shirt-post mode again.
Hm. I wonder where Caustic is...))
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Posted: Sun Jul 09, 2006 3:46 pm
"I don't live with anyone." the dragon stated, "You were the first to take me in and look after me." The dragon's form seemed to shrink away until he was left in the small child-like form once more. The robe now tattered barely covered his shoulders or arms anymore and threatened to slip entirely to his waist as the boy bounced towards her and found a place between her side and her arm.
"I love you." the small child mumbled quietly, peering up at Angel with a highly worried face, "Don't die." A small feeling began where he clutched so tightly at her clothes, a wave of warmth spreading across her body.
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Posted: Sun Jul 09, 2006 7:58 pm
She was surprized when the demon boy bowed. She still didn't trust him, though. "No, sir.....er....Katashi. I do not fancy working with partners, and, I have no business to attend to currently. I suppose the real question is, may I help you?" Jack said. She had no jobs lined up, and even if she did, she certainly wouldn't bring them along. If anything, they'd get in her way.
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Posted: Mon Jul 10, 2006 12:54 am
((Aaand as Auren is in charge of this one, I'm going to have to wait for her >.<
Enter New Character...))
Fiernan shook out her red and orange curls, stretching back until several vetebrae corrected their alignment with an audible series of cracks. It was going to be the start of another long, dull evening in the boardrooms of the Bureau, planning stratergies, trying to find patterns of attacks, so on and so dully forth. She would really rather be on the ground, doing some real work. Not this intellectual rubbish.
She checked her appearance in the elevator's mirror, wrinkling her nose as she examined plum-glossed lips, tweaked at stray curls, and straightened her dark violet shirt. She probably would have gone on to check that her behind looked just as good as she thought it did in these jeans, but the lift jolted to a halt. Her floor.
She flounced down the corridor, the stilletto heels of her knee-high boots giving a less-than-satisfying tapping against the lino floor, and pushed open an office door with one hand.
A. P. Roberts was not in, yet... so she settled herself down in his plush leather chair and started re-arranging his stationery.
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Flynn MacCumhaill Captain
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Posted: Mon Jul 10, 2006 1:17 am
A chalk outline of a door begins to form on the wall of the office in which Fiernan has recently enterd. The chalk “door” quickly becomes more detailed, like someone rubbing charcoal on paper with a penny under it. So well is the door drawn that the chalk drawling actually begun to believe it was a door. Proud to not simply be the result of someone else’s effort, it began to reflect on just how good of a door it was. Comparing itself to the other shabby looking door in which Fiernan had just entered. Why that door wan’t even green, and the knob was all round, not the graceful, lopsided knob with the chalk door sported. It was half way through this thought when it swung open, and a girl, in a long white shirt and torn pants was cast though the magnificent portal. She was bound in shackles, a key draped around her neck.
The girl was semi-conscious, though appeared unharmed. Her hair was black, and currently tangled, skin had an olive tint. Her eyes were two different colors, one a vibrant green, the other a cold blue. She looked up at Fiernan pleadingly. He voice mute in her throat.
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Posted: Mon Jul 10, 2006 1:33 am
The door was already well-advanced in its formation before Fiernan noticed it -- a flicker of silent motion out of the corner of her eye. She raised her eyebrows, and swung her feet off the desk. "Well, that's different."
The sketch of a door formed itself smoothly into something more solid -- and really quite beautiful, actually, though decidedly otherworldly -- becoming three-dimensional and --
Fiernan blinked and shook her head as the thing ponderously swung open. "Decidedly different," she amended, rising in order to see it's full length over the desk.
When she saw the shackled girl, she corrected herself again: "Actually, that's just plain weird. And I somehow don't think it's Roberts's fault." Even though A. P. Roberts was a vampire, he had never struck Fiernan as the type to keep shackled young maids behind secret doors in his office. He was a little more forward-thinking htan that.
The girl looked dishevelled and pathetic... and horribly dressed -- something which certainly struck a chord of pity in Fiernan's heart. She walked around the desk, and crouched before the girl, aware that the little thing's mismatched eyes follwed her with their silent pleading all the while.
She narrowed her eyes with confusion as she inspected the surprising newcomer. "Now where did you come from," she asked gently, not really expecting an answer, as she smoothed the girl's dark hair back off her face.
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Flynn MacCumhaill Captain
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Posted: Mon Jul 10, 2006 2:04 pm
She inhaled, one sharp, painful breath, before releasing what amounted to a blissful sigh. “Could you always talk?” She murmured softly, hooking her arm around his body to cuddle him against her. He was very warm… or maybe it was her? Either way, he was the cause of the sensation and right now, when she was feeling so poorly, it seemed a wise idea to keep him close by.
“I’m not going to die.” She admonished, looking a bit startled at the notion. “I’m simply tired and in a considerable amount of pain and require rest in order to heal. Besides…” She added, giving him a slight squeeze. “I can’t go anywhere until I know you’ll be safe on your own. The last time I left you alone…” She chuckled softly, the action ending in a slight gasp of pain that gave way to tense breathing. “Don’t you have anyone else to watch over you?”
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Posted: Mon Jul 10, 2006 2:14 pm
Yun gave her a worried look even as she openly pulled him moreso against her, she always seemed hesitant when he wanted comfort from her - but now the roles were reversed it seemed. He was sure she wanted comfort so he would have to ignore himself and try to comfort her.
"Don't you have anyone else to watch over you?" she asked. Yun shook his head, still peering up at her with that worried look. He seemed to have become silent once more, returning to little gestures and looks to tell her how she felt.
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Posted: Mon Jul 10, 2006 2:23 pm
She sighed softly. “Could you always talk?” She repeated, “Or did that ability manifest itself along with your little growth spurt? Unless you’ve always been able to do that as well and I just didn’t know about it…” She sighed in exasperation and lightly detatched him from her as she stood up once again. The pain came back once more, but this time she was better prepared to handle the bite and remained steady on her feet.
She pressed a hand to the wound, though, as an undead, no blood flowed and started in the opposite direction- away from the house. “I’ve got to get inside before sunrise, so… if you intend to hang around, you’d better come with me. We’ll have to get you some new clothes, and, thankfully, I know just the guy we can go to.”
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Posted: Mon Jul 10, 2006 2:36 pm
"Could you always talk?" she repeated. Yun stopped to think. He always had the gift of voice, but he had never really used it before.
"Yes." he replied hesitantly before she moved him away from her. He wondered if he had said the wrong thing, but was relieved when she began to talk once more. He hopped along behind her, keeping close on her heels and always giving her that worried yet caring look.
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Posted: Mon Jul 10, 2006 2:59 pm
She wanted to ask him why he hadn't, but it hardly seemed the time for such questions. At the moment, she needed to get him to Malik's shop. There, they could outfit him in some proper attire, obviously, he would need some after his unfortunate shift into a larger form. "How did you... uh, grow so quickly?" She asked as she continued to walk. She was honestly curious. Was that another ability he had not seen fit to display, or was she merely being too cautious?
She faced forward again, giving him an out in case he would rather not discuss the subject. Malik would help them. He was rather eccentric as a rule, but hardly dangerous. He was a member of the fae, but a mixed, not pureblooded breed. He delt in oddities that most people could only dream about, much less would consider real. If she needed a particular item, Malik would have it, guarenteed. Clothes for one shape-shifting dragon child would be a simple matter for her odd friend. Besides, he owed her a few favors. She might be able to get some information about their attackers as well.
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Posted: Tue Jul 11, 2006 2:02 am
Yun continued to follow her, having to bound forward instead of hop to keep up with her quick pace. He gave a soft whimper to her, choosing to ignore her question. He didn't really know the answer anyway, it just happened.
It was then he noticed his surroundings. It was rather pretty in this concreted street. There were a few trees and the houses were somewhat imposing to Yun, they looked like little prisons to him. There was also a metal abject, black in colour, and it had a distinct shine to its body. It also had windows of glass and the wheels had shiny metal plates on them.
How could Yun resist stopping to oogle at it?
It was so big too! He couldn't bring it home with him, but he could stop and stare for a while, paying the people no attention until he realised that the smell of them was familiar. His eyes vaguely took in their dress before turning back to the car. He had met two of them before - one of them had held him by his tail, he wouldn't forget that one in a hurry. But there was an odd one there also, she seemed to be on the verge of being invisible - also Yun could vaguely see her even if she was invisible. They appeared as ghost-like figures to him, if they had a beating heart and blood running through their veins, he could see them. If not... Well, he had to hope that he could smell them first.
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