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iStoleYurVamps
iStoleYurVamps
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 Posted: Tue Aug 15, 2017 11:40 pm
Golden chains covered her arms and neck. Fine jewelry stolen from a shop a few blocks away, her weapons dented from her mangling the safe and the other security features, the gold tinged captain was smiling as she sauntered across the rooftop, flaunting her haul. She was radiant in her mind. The gold only serving to highlight her looks. Skipping along, she licked her lips as the red and blue lights flashed in the distance behind her. She was not excited with the prospect of cops to fight, but rather with the order who was nearby. “Come out sweet one, I need a crown jewel still.” She called out, sing song. “And a starseed would suit so nicely.”
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Posted: Tue Aug 22, 2017 11:51 am
Rather than any energy signature, it was the lights and sirens that first drew Mamertine’s attention. Usually he intended to stay away from the police and let them do their job, except every now and then he caught a brief burst of what felt like a Chaos Energy signature.
So, despite them, he went to investigate.
She seemed as aware of him as he was of her, though, and any advantage of surprise he might have hoped to have was long gone.
It didn’t stop him, though; Mamtertine carried himself with an air of seriousness and seemed as though it were a burden to confront her. He had kept to the rooftops himself, but the shadows had hidden his presence a bit. He was close enough to hear her, though, and replied, “You’ll be disappointed then, to know that you won’t be taking mine.”
Only the gap between her building and his separated them, and in the moonlight he could clearly see her—or, at least, the gold glittering on her. He looked at her disdainfully. “Does the Negaerse not pay enough that you have to resort to larceny as well?”
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iStoleYurVamps
iStoleYurVamps
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Posted: Fri Aug 25, 2017 8:50 pm
Pyrite sighed as she spun on her heel. Males, did they not understand the importance of the right accept? The perfect accessory? She needed a crown gem, a perfect jewel and only a brilliant starseed would do! "Fussy fussy little man," she said, pulling on one of the necklaces she'd pilfered. "It's not like these blood diamonds matter to them. I mean, they'll find the bodies soon enough. A corpse always make them take longer you see, lets me have time to admire my new possessions. But but but!" she sang out, grinning, madness clear now in her smile. "I'd rather admire you. Come out handsome, you sound handsome. Means you'll have a prettier starseed."
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Posted: Mon Aug 28, 2017 11:17 pm
Mamertine sneered. “Even the perfect accessory won’t hide an ugly face.”
Of all the people in the world, all the criminals he knew, the Negaverse had dropped to the lowest rung. So many of them seemed oblivious to consequences—indifferent and uncaring in their ations. And, for what? They could steal the life of anyone around them with little concern, so some mysterious queen could…
Could do what?
What could she be doing that was worth throwing away so many lives? And how could anyone, stupid teenager or otherwise, fall into such a blatant trap?
This one had already claimed to kill; he cared less about robbery than murder. The jewelry store would have insurance, but the lives couldn’t be replaced.
He used the shadows he had for as long as he could and drew his arm back; he hurled his gavel as hard as he could towards her face.
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iStoleYurVamps
iStoleYurVamps
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Posted: Thu Aug 31, 2017 12:36 am
Rude. The comment had Pyrite stunned. Had he meant her? He couldn't have. No. Absolutely not. She was pretty, perfect, almost pure. She was good and wonderful and- "Rude." her voice crackled with energy as she wanted to suddenly find this man and rip his eyes out so he'd never see her or her beauty ever again. Make her the last thing he ever saw. But she saw the pain first. The gavel hit hom, nose crunching and blood gushing down her face with a shrill cry. "You RAT!" She screamed, grabbing her bleeding face. "I'll rip your eyes out!" Jewelry dropped, forgotten, she'd rather decorate herself in his blood. "You're the ugly one! The impure! The disgraces and forsaken! I'll purge you, just like the others!" Daggers summoned she ran towards the shadows. "I'll kill you, you vermin!"
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Posted: Mon Sep 11, 2017 7:19 pm
Knives and sharp weapons were a luxury that Mamertine didn’t have; he had only a blunt weapon as his own body, and the gavel was gone and his body wasn’t knife proof.
He didn’t know how fast she was, or how much damage she was going to do, but he wasn’t entirely sure he wanted to wait to find out.
He was on the edge of the roof, still, and intended to make good use of the terrain.
The flashing lights of police cars wasn’t so far away; he doubted she’d want to run back into the fire.
Or, if she did, let her. She probably wasn’t as bulletproof as she’d have liked to be.
He turned to the edge of the roof and dropped down as quickly as he could, scaling it minimally. Mostly, he was just falling. Feet first, thankfully, but there was only so much he could do. He’d rather risk the ground than her.
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iStoleYurVamps
iStoleYurVamps
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Posted: Thu Sep 14, 2017 11:32 pm
Pyrite was someone who had long ago lost most of her self preservation in favor of attacking to the point which her body simply gave out and she had to teleport herself back to the rift just to survive and hopefully not die. Which, in some cases, was only when that tiny still sane part of her screamed that a fight was a loss and she should leave while she could. Yet when faced with a knight that was weaker than her in her own mind, she would not relent, not until she got a taste of his blood on her blades. When the knight turned to flee, she followed, howling curses and epithets, determined to make him pay for his insulting words. The problem she'd not foreseen was landing on her feet, and when Pyrite fell, she fell with a crash and another scream blaming him. Part of her knew that she'd just been too rash to got after him, should have looked before she lept. But Pyrite was not herself. Not entirely anymore.
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Posted: Mon Oct 02, 2017 10:08 pm
Pyrite’s misfortune had been Mamertine’s gain; with her poor landing, he bought himself the time he needed to bolt away. He weaved through the alleyways, avoiding both the police and her—at least for now. As soon as he could, and while he was certain he was alone, he powered down.
If he had no energy signature, she couldn’t track him.
And, no one would have suspected him to be involved in anything nefarious, especially while he was still wearing his six hundred dollar suit.
He took a few seconds to catch his breath before he moved onto the sidewalk and began the careful walk towards his office—in the opposite direction he’d left her in.
Things might not have gone exactly how he anticipated, but he wouldn’t complain about making it out alive.
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