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 Posted: Wed Nov 14, 2007 2:42 pm
Not a bad room, really. Large bed in one corner, and a large computer and desk in the opposite corner. The desk is strewn with papers and drawings of past inventions or new ideas. In the remaining corners are shelves filled with books, with a variety of weapons on top of them. Very messy. Door is in the middle of the wall, and opposite is a closet lined with black clothes and costumes. Walls are jet black, although he has opted for regular lightbulbs.
NEW!!! After much home-renovation, Braig managed to add a second floor to his room. By "second floor", that is, he raised the cieling 8 feet, and added a large wooden platform that stood over about 3/4 of the room. A ladder leads up to this loft, which is a lab of sorts for new inventions.
NEW!!! In the corner, one of the bookshelves has been moved to the other corner, next to the other bookshelve. In the free corner now stands a large 5'x5' walk-in meat freezer.
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Posted: Wed Nov 14, 2007 2:46 pm
After he picked off several humans, with difficulty (Buggers were everywhere. They bred like rabbits and were just as easily frightened), Braig sat in his room and spun around the relic he had recieved from Markus, his eyes catching the glint from it and turning them silver.
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Posted: Fri Nov 16, 2007 1:01 pm
After his run-in with Markus in the apartments, Braig returned to his room. There, he took a clean sheet of paper, and wrote down the address of the building and the room he and Pummel had been in. Underneath, he wrote "Tanto - Pullo" and double circled it. Then he decided to head to the subways (His favorite place), and catch a meal.
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Posted: Fri Nov 16, 2007 1:13 pm
Now, a day after Braig's run-in in the apartments, Braig was packing up to leave for Russia, temporarily. He had left a note for the Elders, wih their note system, informing them of where he would be. He finished packing his clothes, toothbrush, and other items, and grabbed the Tanto and another script of paper describing it's ritual. With that, he grabbed his suitcase and headed outside onto the streets of NY, where a Russian in a black car was waiting. They drove off to the airport.
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Posted: Fri Nov 16, 2007 1:15 pm
~Flying to Russia, 1 hr. later, on a private jet~
((I'll finish the details of this trip tomorrow. By then, it will all be finished. Since this trip happens across the world, and there isn't any possible way anyone else could be there who wasn't wanted, please don't list me as a traitor and say "Traitor! I saw what you did in Russia!" This is a private trip, and known only to Braig and his Russian benefactors [and the Elders, although the note only says he's on an urgent business trip to Russia]. Kay?))
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Posted: Mon Nov 19, 2007 1:24 pm
~Now flying back from Russia~
sitting in the private jet, Braig marveled at his luck. Not only did he get a large sum of money and prototype weapons, he had also recieved full ownership of the Tanto. He had found a vampire, nearly dead, begging for Braig to kill him. Unable to pass up the opportunity, Braig plunged tha Tanto into the vampire and said the rite of ownership, which gave Braig the Tanto's full protection. Now he didn't have to worry about killing Pullo.
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Posted: Tue Nov 20, 2007 2:59 pm
Braig returned to NY, headed to the vampire hideout, and headed to his room. He dropped off his stuff, and headed to the subway.
(Eat fresh!)
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Posted: Tue Nov 27, 2007 5:05 pm
After the subway, Braig recieved a large package from his coplleagues in Russia. They had sent him a prototype "God Armor" Type Ares. It specialized in heavy attacks resembling magic, and came equipped with an axe, a hammer, and a sword, all heavy-class, and infused with heating elements to combust the air in their immediate vincinivty when activated. Grinning, Braig slid on he heavy armor.
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Posted: Wed Nov 28, 2007 8:29 am
Jasie noticed a new blood in the area and sought after in discovering if he was friend or her new foe.
She knocked on the door and awaited an answer of… ******** off, wait a min, or the door jarring open with the chain lock on. The last always made her laugh and brought a grin to her face, it seemed vampires these day’s fear more then they did in her time. What a pity, for the old days where a lot more fun. Jasie thought to herself still awaiting an answer.
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Posted: Thu Nov 29, 2007 10:29 am
No answer came and she started to grow impatient, “Hello!” she called out, then she knocked more harder this time.
“This is stupid… why am I even here…” Jasie thought. But she took root it seemed and she found it harder to leave then stay, so she awaited an answer, hoping it'll come. and if not, she feared she's go mad and just for the hell of it, break down the door.
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Posted: Fri Nov 30, 2007 9:34 am
Jasie was thoroughly frustrated and she rarely got this way, she was through with knocking and waiting. She couldn’t believe what she did, till she was flat on the carpet floor on top of the door. And she was really pissed her off the most, from the sight before her. The man had the gall to ignore her throughout the whole time and was simply putting on armor.
She got up and eyed him for a moment, and then looked at the door below her, with a grin on her face and a muffled laugh, she brushed off her attire. She had her fill with this fool already and pivoted on her heels and headed for the door. As Jasie came to the thresh hold, she got her chain wallet out and threw down a few crisp hundred dollar bills, "Here's for the trouble I've caused... keep the change." she whispered in annoyance and left his sight.
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Posted: Mon Dec 10, 2007 2:17 pm
Braig Jovian, newly returned from a journey in another realm, walked to his room, and stopped in shock. Someone had broken in! He took the bills from the floor and sniffed them, memorizing the scent. He also slammed the door onto it's frame.
((Sorry I was gone, aye? Had a bi' of a mishap to clear up, and a few other things of importance. Some other time, kay?))
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Posted: Wed Dec 12, 2007 8:31 pm
((Ok... some other time then!))
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Posted: Mon Dec 17, 2007 1:15 pm
After his incident with Markus, the traitor vampire/Hunter at the docks, Braig returned to his room. He was clear-minded now, as he had caught and killed (as well as devoured, leaving behind naught but grisly skeletal remains for the cops to find) several humans, including one obese woman. Doing her a favor, really. But something was different. Perhaps that other Hunter, Tokeru, had somehow transformed the DNA within him (Braig) while he (Braig) was in his blood-deficit induced rage, but he felt different. Stronger. His hive-mind sense was clearer, and he had a better sense of who the other vampires were. Now, a day later, he focused his senses on Markus. His trace was fainter, due to his seperation from the Coven, but he could find the traitor. He was at some restaurant. Braig dressed and lept out of his room and out into the harsh, winter night towards Markus.
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Posted: Wed Dec 19, 2007 3:05 pm
Braig returned from the Apartments with his dead victim slung over his shoulder. It hadn't been easy getting her here through the city, but he had managed. He walked in and admired his newest piece of furniture: a walk-in meat freezer. He walked to it and opened it, and, grunting with exertion, he slung his prize onto one of the many cruel-looking hooks that hung from the cieling. He walked back out, and began tinkering with his newest weapon project.
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