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 Posted: Mon Aug 20, 2007 4:40 pm
Okay don't laugh at me. This is just a paragraph.....
It was night-time and all was quiet. ::BLAM! KA-BLAMM! BLAM-BLAM!:: That is, until gunshots went off. "I've been seeing you guys more often than usual." Someone's voice was heard, belonging to a man in a dark red coat with one of his brown leather boots in a Pride's skeletal face. "You guys throwing a party that I don't know about? And in the middle of the night no less?! Looks like fun..." Then he pointed his black gun at the lesser demons face. "...too bad I closed up the shop an hour ago. I couldn't let you use the toilet, even if I wanted to." Another shot was fired and the demon was dead, turning into sand onto the street. "Such a shame," he told the demon's remains, before they blew away to the wind. "I was just getting warmed up, and you cancel the invitation before I even get loaded." Shrugging, the man started down the dark alleyway, returning his pistols to his jacket holsters, and brushed some stray strands of silver from his eyes.
No sooner than he had taken five steps, when he felt the air around him move, the man chuckling slightly as he span about. "Well now..." the man started, his tone rich with sarcasm as he found himself pinned to one of the side walls. Lowering his head, the man shook it, continuing his statement as pale eyes silently flickered under a silver waterfall. "...if nobody was to be allowed down here, the least they could do was put up signs." Narrowing his eyes, the offender steped closer, though his figure still in silhouette against the dim lights. Meanwhile, the man against the wall had pulled his hand from the dagger in his palm, pulling the other out with his now-freed hand. "Impossible!" the offender started, though that was as far as he got: the scarlet stranger began to advance, holding the daggers like knives as he neared, though his attempt in vain.
"Looks like you could use some help" a female voice called from above, the offending male now seen face down on the sidewalk, eyes shut, and barely moving. Turning about, the silver haired man caught a glance at the one whom had saved him: her figure slender as she carried a missile launcher over her left shoulder. Green eyes gazed out from under a river of honey brown hair, as she shook her head, tying her hair into a ponytail. Not saying anything, the man turned about, the knives tossed towards her, missing her form, only to hit the wall behind as he laughed again. "Not anymore." he started, walking back to his shop. Turning her head, the woman noticed blood dripping from the blades, yet...yet as she turned back to the man, she noticed nothing in his hands where they had been as he leapt atop a third story roof, his statement continued as he leapt to another. "By the way, here's a little something for the trouble, Lady. Good night."
Edit, Dante: Nice start to the story, but since it was missin' somethin', I decided to give ya some inspiration to work off of.
Edit, Senal: Agreed. Stringing words together is an easy task, but writing with gilded pen takes time and practice. I know they say the devil's in the details, but don't you listen to that. Details make the world go round. *Shot for pun. But it was so worth it!*
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Posted: Tue Aug 28, 2007 4:18 pm
The next part......
“That man…” She started, watching him jump from roof to roof. Though the dagger’s blood drips had slowed, she couldn’t put her finger on it: he had seemed unharmed, when really he had been stabbed to the wall with the weapons beside her. “...he's...no." she finished, arguing over him in her mind. "He can't be, it's not logical."
After the man disappeared from sight, the woman turned and grasped the dagger, pulling it from the wall. Pressing it slightly, she soon found it wasn't a prop, nor was there any means of fake blood involved, as she put it in her pocket. "What is he...?" she asked herself again, but remembered it was getting late. Nearby, a local bar and inn seemed to be playing some rather loud music, and she decided to check there for the man. At least, if he wasn't inside, or around the area, she could at least stay the night, and search for him in the morning. Lowering her head, she didn't seem to know what to say, but by then it didn't seem to matter: the lock clicked softly, and the doorknob turned. Someone had seen her...
Someone was on the rooftop above the inn, watching the young woman go in through the doors. He looked at the girl through blue eyes covered in blonde hair. He smirked. “She took the bait it seems. I might have thanked that priest for sending her here. That is if I didn’t kill him first.” He let out a dark chuckle. But he couldn’t kill her tonight. He had to wait. “I will kill that accursed half-breed son of a traitor. But I need more power for that to happen.”
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Posted: Tue Aug 28, 2007 5:59 pm
Meanwhile, the man in the red jacket headed into what looked like an abandoned office. Opening the double doors, the large room revealed to one that it wasn’t abandoned at all: From another's eyes, one could say it looked more like a bachelor pad than an office. The man walked past the second hand jukebox, the drum set, and the pool table before he sat at his desk, taking a slice of pizza from the box and began reading a magazine.
No sooner than he had reached a decent article, when the door's latch clicked, and the rusted up doorknob turned. Opening it slowly, the door creaked as the silver haired man looked up from his reading: there, in the doorway was shown a man's form, and his eyes flickered as the man closed the door behind him. The form in the doorway came into focus, his clothing and stature showing he had been nothing more than human. "Excuse me..." he began, his tone deep, but it was to be expected with the man's appeared age, and his clothing. "Are you the hunter, Dante, the man who would take any job offered?"
The silver haired man bit into the slice of pizza, and smiled to the man, trying to be as nice as he could before telling him to leave. “I haven’t opened the shop yet." he began, glancing back to his reading, and turned the page. "Besides..." Sarcasm bit at his words as he motioned for the front door, the hint incredibly obvious to the new client. "...I'm on break so I won't be taking anything for quite a while."
The man started to leave, but turned back to the man now known as Dante, his stubborn nature failing to show any effect as he spoke again, a strange look coming to his eyes, as if challenging Dante. "This is different, as it's for my daugh..." Dante heaved a sigh as he listened, and stopped the man farther as he himself had started speaking, interrupting the man. "Listen, I already told you I ain't taking more offers right yet, especially not one to turn the place into a pee-wee deathbed."
The stranger nodded, but didn't leave: he had been told he was the best, and now he wanted to find out. Slowly he walked towards the desk, his hand clutching what looked like a photo, as he dropped it onto Dante's magazine. “Please, at least hear me out before you send me there.” the man told him, before he had taken a seat on a faded, scarlet stained, beige sofa across from the stereo.
As the photo was dropped, Dante closed the magazine, taking out the photo with a smile. "Persistant old timer ain't you?" he asked, flickering eyes glancing to the seated man before returning to see the photo. "Well, let's see what you want than." The photo showed a girl in her late teens, and an army green T-shirt, white star stitched on the front of it. Light brown hair cascaded her face and shoulders, as though trying to hide her emerald eyes and a smile on her lips.
"This is my daughter, Rina." the man started, not caring whether or not the man at the desk was listening to him. "She will be turning 19 this year, and..." Once again, Dante interrupted, as he finished what was in the box, kicking it aside. "Let me guess, since the cops are nappin', you want me on a missing person's search?" This time it was the man's turn to interrupt, as Dante questioned him. "Not quite...a strange man has been following her home for some time now..." Dante chuckled, but let the man continue on. "...although I have a feeling that he is no ordinary man. I know you probably get this all the time, but I get sinking feeling in my stomach every time see him." Dante's expression became skeptical as he listened, the man standing now to pace about the room as he continued on.
"While she insists that she can take care of herself, I think this is more than she can handle.” Dante spoke up now, deciding his story about a stalker, and demonic shadows had gone on for long enough. “Okay, so suppose your story's true gramps, and your kid's being followed by some sort of bogeyman. Are you sure you can even get me to take a look, seeing as I don't come cheap...or to just anyone off the streets. The stranger[we'll call him Charlie for now] sighed, and shoved a hand into one of the pockets in his jacket. Heavy strides came to the desk, which Dante was now leaned back against, and Charlie placed down a simple necklace. Silver links joined what looked like a star shaped frame, and a blue star stone held its place in the framework. "Nice job on the craftswork..." Dante started, but before he could speak any further, the man began to pace again, Dante knowing this was his cue to shut it.
”Actually,” Charlie continued, “there happens to be another reason why I called for your services, hunter, and it’s something that even Rina doesn’t even know herself.” Dante shrugged with his feet still kicked on the desk, though he had picked up the pendant, playing with it in his hands, and trying to analyze it. "Whatever it is pops, she's in good hands." he spoke, launching himself from the desk, his body sent in a forwards flip as he landed behind Charlie, reaching a hand to take the starred pendant from the air. "Next time though, you'd better bring cash, I don't run a buy and sell remember." Nothing more was said as Dante exited the shop, tossing the pendant about in his hands, and muttered to himself: "so...my next mission, finding an escort for some chick with a secret, don't sound too hard to me. Let's roll!"
Edit, Dante: Once again, I decided to tweak the storyline so it all fits nicely. Wish ya all the best in the next part, and lookin' good so far. Cheers!
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Posted: Thu Aug 30, 2007 10:23 am
The young woman walked down 13th avenue and let out a huge yawn. She didn't get much sleep last due to the loud rock music playing in the wee hours of the morning. During this time, she felt like she wanted to go down to the bar and punch the jukebox into the wall. She stretched her arms and readjusted the missile launcher on her back. "Let's see if I can find out anything about that man today." She said to herself
All morning long, she asked everyone she ran into about the man in the red coat. She got some answers, some which seemed logical while others sounded like crackpot theories. Some were cooperative, but some of the men she asked wanted to have some "incentive" before they could tell her anything. That resulted in either a kick below the belt, a knee to the stomach or a punch to the nose.
But with the info she could find, she found out that the man's name was Dante and he was a mercenary who would take any job offered to him. She also learned that he was renting an office near the Bulls-eye pub. "Hmm, I guess I'll go to his office. Maybe he'll be there." She muttered before she headed to the direction of the office.
The young woman stood in front of the double doors. "Is the office everyone's talking about? Looks abandoned to me..." She muttered to herself. She grasped the handle and opened one of the doors.
She peeked her head in, but found the place empty. "I guess he's not home." She said, entering the room. The young woman walked towards the desk in the back and looked around. A drum set, pool table, a couple of couches, and, when she was near the chair, she noticed the jukebox in the corner. The girl began searching through the drawers for anything she might on the man named Dante. All she found were bills, final notices, and an assortment of magazines.
"Hmm, what else could there--What's this?" The girl noticed a photo of a woman inside a picture frame standing on the desk. The woman had long, blonde hair, her bangs almost covering her azure eyes. She wore a black outfit with some kind of crimson cloth wrapped around her. The girl picked up the photo and stared at it. "She's beautiful. A loved one, maybe?" She murmured. Even if it was, it seemed odd. A devil having a loved one in this world? She assumed that the man had evil intentions, but now, looking at this photo, she was having second thoughts. The priest who gave her this job must have been misformed about him. Either that or she was tricked into some job with some of the details missing. "I guess I'll yell at him while I get back."
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Posted: Tue Sep 11, 2007 12:46 pm
After doing some more searching, she found nothing else. She concluded that he was somebody who liked his pizza, hot chicks, his music and need to pay the bills. As she exited the office, she noticed that it was nighttime. Then she looked up at the sky. It was a crimson moon out tonight, the moonlight making everything look bloody almost. Somehow, she felt like this was a bad omen. “Geez, can I at least have a peaceful night for once?” She said shrugging her shoulders. Then four Pride demons appeared in pillars of sand and slowly walked towards the young girl. “Apparently not.” She mumbled, tying her hair into a ponytail.
The girl stepped back towards the wall, the prides holding their scythes, waiting to kill their next victim. One of them lunged forward. Obviously it couldn’t wait to kill this girl. .:BLAM!!!:. A gunshot rang out and the demon fell to ground, its remains turning into sand. The girl twirled her gun in her right hand, the other gun pointed at the demons. “Anybody else want a piece of me?!” The demons howled as they all lunged at the woman, about ready to plunge their weapons into the girl’s flesh. A demon swung his scythe downward, but missed her form by inches. The woman ran up the demons scythe, jumped off the demon’s head into the air. She pointed her gun at the demons. .:BLAM! KA-BLAM! BLAM! BLAM!:. All three demons turned into sand. The girl walked away, twirling her gun and putting it back in its holster. She muttered, “You should know better than to fight a girl when she’s cornered. Especially, if she’s someone like me.”
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Posted: Wed Sep 12, 2007 5:16 pm
As Rina strode past the bar she stayed in last night, the same dark figure stood behind the sign of the Bull’s-eye pub and watched her go down the street. He let out a dark chuckle. “She’s much stronger than I thought. Stealing her abilities will be rewarding.” He muttered, finally knowing that it was the right time to strike. Then a high-pitched cackle was heard and a larger demon appeared, dressed in black robes and wielding a giant scythe. It wailed quite loudly. The man hiding pointed to the girl. “Kill that girl.” The demon jumped down and quickly chased after its target. The man stepped out, revealing his blonde hair and sapphire eyes. He looked up at the sky; an evil smile came across his lips as the moonlight made everything look bloody. “Tonight is definitely a good night….” He said, jumping down from the sign and walking into the dark alley.
Meanwhile, the men known as Dante and Charlie were inside the Bull’s-eye pub, having a few beers and a striking up conversation, though Dante spoke first, asking a question. “So, what's this big secret, old man, that even your own kid ain't aware of?” Charlie glared for a bit, but sighed and spoke, accepting to Dante's voice. “It’s about her bloodline. You see, she’s not exactly human…” the devil slayer then stopped him, “okay, so lemmie guess, half demon, right?” Charlie cleared his throat before speaking again. “No, she’s an angel hybrid.” Dante took another swig of his beer before facing him again. “Angel? Now that's somethin' to brag about there gramps.” Charlie spoke on, ignoring the other man's comment. “I met her mother, Alexandra, before she was born. Back then, I was just a writer down on his luck. Somehow, she managed to see me for what I was and we both fell in love, knowing full well of what she was. We then got married and had Rina, though one day, when Rina was a child, her mother left on an errand and never came back…” Charlie took a deep breath and went on. “Since then I’ve been raising her on my own. Recently, she has been out late at night, hunting devils, like her mother was before she met me.” Charlie stared at the picture of his daughter, “I would hate to lose her. It hurts when a father can’t protect his own child, and that's the reason why I came to you, Dante: the man stalking her, he isn’t human. He looks innocent, but I can see right through him.” Charlie said.
Dante sighed, and shook his head before placing a few bills on the bar's counter. Standing, he pulled his jacket over his face, glancing over his shoulder with a devious smile. Bringing with him his sword and twin pistols, he pushed the door open, the words spoken the last ones before he leapt to the rooftop in front of him. "Don't worry about your kid, gramps, that's what you came to me for...to do the worryin' for you." Jumping off, all that was seen to Charlie was a shadow of a demon, silhouetted against the moon before he landed on the next.
Charlie quickly got up from his seat and stared outside through the doors. He couldn’t have seen that. Maybe he had too many drinks? Charlie shook his head. “Nah, I didn’t drink that much.” Even if the man he hired was a devil, for some reason, he felt like his daughter was indeed in good hands, despite the man’s arrogance and appearance. Rather than having a sinking feeling like he did with his daughter’s stalker, he felt that Dante could be trusted. He just hoped that the necklace he gave as payment would come back in one piece. Alexandra will mostly likely kill him if it was damaged, if not his daughter.
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Posted: Fri Sep 14, 2007 8:45 am
Then the bartender yelled from behind the bar, “Hey, are you going to leave or not?!” Charlie stepped away from the door and sat back down in his table, “I’d rather not. A crimson moon is out and I’m not leaving while it's presence stays out there.” The father then cursed himself for being cowardly when his child was out there killing devils. But it couldn’t be helped, as he had no experience in combat, let alone aim a handgun correctly, and just hoped his daughter was doing alright.
Meanwhile, the silver haired man, Dante, kept searching, jumping from one rooftop to another, for the girl in the photo. Halting his search for now, he sat on the edge, running a hand through his hair, examining the photo a little more. Chuckling slightly, he then told himself aloud, "Christ! You'd think one bratty kid would be easy to find in a city like this." Standing, he then continued, as the hunter remembered he had a deadline, but no sooner than he strode to the edge, than an eerie, high-pitched cackle echoed from the alleyway...well, more like a long wail, as Dante started for the sound with an arrogant chuckle. "Now that's gonna narrow my search down by a whole s**t load. Thanks." Jumping down, the demonic mercenary kept following the noises of combat, twin pistols held at his sides as he ran for the back alley he heard it.
Out of breath, the young woman stopped, and looked about, her missile launcher strapped to her shoulder, as the demon vanished, its body crumpling to pieces before it vanished into sand. “What is with these demons?" She questioned, almost in the sense she had been talking to someone, as she continued on. "Is there a sign on my back that says ‘Attack me!’, or a target on my head?” Before her answer came to her, another group appeared, this time devils carrying the sin of Pride. “Oh for crying out loud...” She knew demons liked to attack and kill humans, but this was ridiculous. Slamming the tip of the launcher in the ground, she called out to the cluster, “...I'm not in the mood for bullshit right now.” Releasing a volley of shots in hysteric, the demons' numbers reduced, causing those around to turn to sand as well. Glancing upwards, her chest heaved: she had been working hard, and as she placed her hands on her thighs, she came to a conclusion. “...the moon. It's..red. Maybe this is why I'm getting these attacks!” Before another thought was allowed, another demon appeared, this one different, as it looked much like the Grim Reaper she had heard about in tales, the Vanguard swinging at her with it's scythe. “Oh come on!" She called out, darting about to get behind it. "What part of “leave me alone” do you guys not understand?!”
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Posted: Tue Sep 18, 2007 2:47 pm
She took out both handguns, pointed them at the Vanguard’s head and pulled the triggers. : BLAM!! KA-BLAM BLAM! BLAM! : The Vanguard’s head fell to the ground and its body crumpled to pieces.
Then more demons appeared, all carrying the sin of Pride, Lust and Sloth, moving slowly their intended target. “Christ, they won’t stop coming.” The woman said, panting heavily, her back against the wall. Then she added with a chuckle, “I guess there really is no rest for the wicked…” A Sloth appeared in front of the woman and raised its scythe. As it swung down, the girl quickly moved her missile launcher to her front, blocking the scythe. But her strength was diminishing and she couldn’t hold on for long…
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