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 Posted: Tue Jul 21, 2009 8:19 am
For you see the other was almost as secretive as she looming within the night hours seeking things of a shiny appearance to sate his appetite. He was definitely someone to watch out for and yet she did long for his company even if it was mere talk. Perhaps being a mercenary was quite a boring job but the addition of someone peaking her interest was indeed rather enticing.
So she sat waiting, her ears perked toward the familiar ring that dangled about his neck. He was intrigued as she when it came to finer weapons which is why he raised her curiousity like he did. She now wonddered what exciting things he uncovered as of late. Taking out her prized daggers Vashti began cleaning that perfect blade as she always had. Waiting for that very moment mystery and intrigue would once again fill her life once more.
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Posted: Thu Oct 29, 2009 5:33 pm
Tonight would shine some light of hope upon her and answer her call. For tonight Bakura had decided to go out, once more with the intent of theft upon his mind. He had heard of some ruckus going on in one city, which he did wish to join, and that was the direction in which he was heading.
A knife in his hand, glinting as it caught some minuscule amount of light. His wine, or blood, colored eyes glanced around the darkness as his white hair stood out against the dark clothing he was wrapped up in. He did not hear nor notice the female assassin, but why would he? She was good at what she did, just as he was.
The glinting gold about his neck stuck out, due to it's sheer size and how very unique it was, there were likely no other fae's with something like this upon their person.
His step was quite like a ghost passing over the ground, his breathing calm and even as he listened for anything which might signal danger to him. He would not be stopped or held up in hi pursuit of seeing just what was going on in this city, he had not heard much of what was going on, he'd been busy...observing a shop in the city he'd just left.
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Posted: Sun Nov 08, 2009 12:19 pm
The female mercenary heard him even if he was as lucrative as a ghost would be. She was trained to listen from a child to her current age to be cautious of others. She too had heard of such occurrences disturbing the city folk as of late.
She stilled for a moment tense as she always was placing her second dagger inside its protective hiding place. The other she gloved in her hand protectively as her nimble form elegant and deadly slid down the girth of the tree in perfect silence. She was trained to be like the night, the mist that lingers just as she was following through with. His eyes were set toward the city as she observed him from a good distance in which there played around him a air of mysteriousness. As she neared closer to him she caught the distinctive ring's small yet deep sound. It held many secrets much like its owner's lifetime that which she desired much to know and figure out. The woods had been indeed quiet from the baying monster formed into a wolf so the mercenary was free to explore her options currently. The familiar passerby was of course her chosen target.
He was deep in thought so her introduction would either catch him off guard or merely amuse him.
"Off to the city are we? Seems there's quite a disturbance currently I've heard as of late." she spoke as if she were right beside him and yet was enough of a distance away. It wasn't that she was playing games, Vashti would rather greet her acquaintance with great caution rather then throw her defenses to the wind.
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Posted: Sat Nov 14, 2009 9:22 pm
A smart thing that was, to greet him with caution. Especially when he was deep in his own thoughts. So deep where his thoughts he did not pick up on the approach of the female, though he should have and normally would have. It was different tonight though and he turned to see the other, a slow smirk gracing his features. Something perhaps akin to pride shining in his blood red eyes.
"I've heard that as well. I do plan on seeing what's happened to the poor souls of the city." He said smirking cruelly while licking over his pointed teeth. His tail swishing behind him under the trench coat he wore.
Stepping toward her he knew she was armed, just as she was sure to know he was. But he was no threat to her, as she was none to him. "Tell me, what are you doing out so late, looking for me perhaps?" He asked his voice dark but seductive and husky. No matter how dark and dangerous he might sound there was always something...seductive about his voice, something which he could not ride his voice of.
Slipping his knife into one of numerous hiding places he kept his eyes on her, never once away from her.
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Posted: Sun Nov 29, 2009 12:26 pm
The mercenary kept her gaze pinned on the male not showing any leery suspicions to raise a query. She was sure he was not out to cause harm but one could not ever be too trusting. Her words held precision as her movements showed stability in front of the other.
"Work is slow and I desire something more" she spoke with a seductive tinge as she always had. His own presence peaked her curiosity as well as his likeness in weapons.
"And why.... Do you desire me to look for you?" she asked him with a soft drawn out query sensuous and in full attention. Her eyes stayed fixated waiting for his answer. It was almost amusing really knowing he was just as curious about her as she was about him.
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Posted: Sun Nov 29, 2009 12:27 pm
The mercenary kept her gaze pinned on the male not showing any leery suspicions to raise a query. She was sure he was not out to cause harm but one could not ever be too trusting. Her words held precision as her movements showed stability in front of the other.
"Work is slow and I desire something more" she spoke with a seductive tinge as she always had. His own presence peaked her curiosity as well as his likeness in weapons.
"And why.... Do you desire me to look for you?" she asked him with a soft drawn out query sensuous and in full attention. Her eyes stayed fixated waiting for his answer. It was almost amusing really knowing he was just as curious about her as she was about him.
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Posted: Fri Mar 12, 2010 3:59 pm
Watching her, calculating her every movement, Bakura's crimson eyes never left the females form. She was something of a curiosity to him, a female killer. A female killer was no simple thing to come across, they seemed more rare because they were female. Females didn't come off as such the killers to him, not as an assassin at least.
"What is it you desire?" Bakura finally spoke, questioning her. "I will say that I find you a curiosity and I like the attention of another killer on me. Someone who is as skilled as I am." He was a show off and had an ego when it came to his skills. To have someone of equal skill paying him attention was to be liked.
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Posted: Mon Mar 15, 2010 6:19 am
Her eyes flickered as he spoke, the curiosity in her own being most likely equal to the male she conversed with. Most males in honestly were quite boring to her really. They spoke with their so called intelligence and it usually boiled down to one thing... and one thing only.
But this male wasn't like the others that sought their desires. No, this one had intelligence and a way of showing it. He was quite clever and secretive which caused her to be caught in the web he ensnared her within. Or was it possible her own web had captured her curiosity. Whatever the case she was growing fond of him in admiration, but never an unseen loss of control.
She pondered deeply letting her eyes never leave his as she spoke, "I desire many things per say. Better kills for one... perhaps it is why I'm treading this path to find the disturbance in the city" she said with a deep yet sensuous tone. Simple conversation unusually bored her with little concentration. But right there at this time this certain passing of words was quite pleasing. Still she was cautious as her nature leading to the attribute of why her eyes never left his.
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Posted: Wed Mar 31, 2010 4:10 pm
How could a killer, and thief, be like other fae's? His mind set, and the way he spoke, could never be like another fae. Watching her as he spoke, and then as she spoke, he found his voice and let loose with is own words.
"I do desire better kills myself, and better hauls of treasure." Oh, hoe he wished to get better treasure for himself. He liked gold, and gems. He liked things of value, though they did need to be things which shone. He was something of a Magpie perhaps, at least in his need, it was not a simple want, for such precious things.
"I can say it is both of my desire's which lead me to head for this town, not to mention I am curious about what is taking place.
"Will you join me on this trip?"
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