Gin
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Post by Gin on Jan 23, 2008 12:19:49 GMT -5
((It starts here))
Mikeal could let the feeling go that the city ahead of him could probably be the end of his lonely life, the clouds covered the moonlight tonight and the winds for once was fresh and without any disturbances ahead as it faced Mikeal's continueing walk along the wrecked road.
The little pavement which was left was all cracked and the only noice reaching outside the city was from different kind of viechels. It was a cold night and the air laid thin at the hill Mikeal was walking down from... A crater was ahead of him and it seemed as if the humans had a camp there, judging it's location it would surely be dangerous to step down the gigantic hole which had probably been made by bomb... Deciding he needed refuge he carefully reached the ledge and looked down at them, He picked up a flashstick and stroke it at a stone to activate it and waved carefully from the ledge as he arised and carefully took a step downwards.
*Man... Scavages!* He thought as he noticed their equipment, this could be expensive he figured as these kind of people takes advantages of people in need of refuge or help...
"Hello..." He said to a man who approached him by the time rain slowly dazzled in calm towards the ground, "I need a room and perhaps a drink, is there any space left of a traveler?" Mikeal spoke as the man who met him gave a nod without moving a grin... *Funny... This seems most likely wierd.* Mikeal thought as he was shown into a tent finally in cover from the rain.
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Post by Da Pwny on Jan 23, 2008 18:06:16 GMT -5
Mirandl took a moment to suck in the cool night air from atop the large rock formation she had taken as her lookout point. To her right, a full moon was on the rise, sending a shiver down her spine. Playing her eyes across the expanse below her, she removed the goggles from her eyes and the rags from her head which had kept her from the sunlight earlier that day, considering what it would do to her.
A light rain started falling, tickling her senses as she bent her fingers on the right hand around, one at a time, to fit into the small metal tabs under her arm-mounted crossbow; these would act as the controls for the rickety device. Myre opened the folded weapon up with a quick flick of her pinky, loading dual clips from her satchel underneath the strings.
The world anymore may not be much of a friendly place for humans after dark, but this area was most certainly lychen territory; werewolves, as the humans called them. This was not a place for a lone vampire to be wandering about without a reason. Thankfully, she had a reason and the sense to carry it out.
Wrapping some of the rags around her neck and lower head, her night vision automatically kicking in as the last of the light faded from view, clouds forming overhead to shadow the moonlight. But they didn't bother her; considering that she would need as much cover as possible, this would work to her advantage. She was hunting tonight, even though she didn't like much the prospect of killing without a reason; still, the pay was good, and the humans had agreed to let her inside the community afterwards to trade between them.
That was the real kicker, as she distrusted vampire-run stands in the cities, and of course the demons could hardly be trusted with her money, let alone anyone else's... she didn't take much liking to the humans either, but they usually had good prices, the better scrap metal, parts, and assorted items, not to mention the best solid food around.
Myre kept her eyes peeled, scanning the horizon from her perch like a hawk, her eyes chasing every shadow she could make out. Finally, her target approached, and she let out a low growl; turned out her target was a lychen, even though she'd hoped it was just some hulking beast of a man. And with the full moon... this was going to be trickier than she wanted it to be.
Think about the pay... she told herself over and over again. It was several grand, but she didn't like risky money that much... anything she had to put above he life, she didn't think it being worth gettin'. Still, she needed money, and badly enough; she could manage human food, and the last thing she needed was her hunger instincts kicking in and having several dead humans on her hands to explain...
That, and she needed new parts for her bow, as the old ones were rusting out and had been getting a shredding as of late. She wasn't even sure if it'd last this fight, let alone any future ones she would more than likely be forced into...
Keeping the spot mentally marked, she descended into the darkness as the light rain turning slowly into a torrential storm, the ultraviolet defense lamps from the small town far away and below her still shining, but not harshly enough to cause her any harm. This operation was to be a hit-n'-run operation; move in fast and low, take the prey by surprise, and get out before others arrived to avenge their fallen brethren. The town would provide her protection if she could complete this mission, and she was confident in herself and the skills she managed well enough on her own.
The descent went well enough, and at about twenty feet above the ground, Myre let go, retracting the claws she'd been born with and landed quietly in the soft muck under her feet. She took a second to re-spot her prey, then made for the nearest bit of cover, her feet seemingly gliding over the muddied ground as she swiftly dove behind a nearby boulder. Peeking around, she noted that her presence had yet to be noticed, and continued her movement towards the soon-to-be ex-lychen, keeping her stride quiet and straight.
Curiously enough, the beast simply stood there, as if he were just begging for someone to come after him. Less works for me... Myre told herself, keeping quiet as she closed in the remaining twelve yards or so as she reached beneath her cloak, producing a single silver-lined dagger... Just before she could get within leaping distance, however, the lychen perked up, almost immediately snapping its head around. Myre knew she was in trouble, but was tossed violently back by a mammoth fist before she could react.
She tumbled around wildly, but righted herself and slid to a stop the instant she could grasp the ground. Her eyes glowed crimson, her claws immediately at her disposal. Moving faster this time, she leveled the small crossbow and took aim as the lychen turned to charge her, his bulging muscles only now becoming blatantly apparent as the moon broke through the clouds for a moment... This isn't good Mirandl told herself as she struggled to keep her frenzied state under control...
*this is the first RP i've been in for a while, so my articulation skills are lacking >.< [iow- my grammar sorta sucks right now]*
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Gin
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Post by Gin on Jan 24, 2008 9:38:43 GMT -5
((OoC: Don't make fun out of me I am not that good unless I sit about a day or so! Yeah, admits my grammar lacks big times though :S )) Mikeal payed the man, he had found out that this wasn't a Pirate camp, they where more like merchants and it seemed as if they once took over this camp from pirates though... He wanted to get a drink but along his way he couldn't help but to notice the merchandise, *Nice...* Mikeal thought look at a new Spear, this one could lenghten itself to an good extended type of spear aswell as divide into 2 flat wakesashies, a advanced version of his own weapon seemed promesing, though he knew so well how to handle his current weapon... The upgrade could problably put him in a disadvantage the close comming battles ahead... He passed the stand and stepped into a open tent which worked like a bar, good Mikeal could say since this was also a mining area the hard working guys deserved such luxery... "Anything Stout Beer like will work for me and a large one too right?" He said picking up the new different valute through the new age of the world
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Post by Da Pwny on Jan 24, 2008 14:32:35 GMT -5
*i didn't say nuthin' 'bout you >.<*
Myre was dashed up against a nearby boulder once more, the third time so far, and the little charade was starting to wear on her backside; this time, however, she was also fending off a mouthful of teeth from one pissed lychen. She wished she could will the moon to hide again and give her at least some slack, but that didn't look like an option. She'd have to finish this quickly, as she could already sense others coming this way, most likely attracted to the sounds of battle...
Delivering a few swift kicks to the belly, she let go of the creature's mouth and dodged left, feeling her blood rising as the combat grew more intense. Anything at this point would help... She left what control she did have and let herself get swept up in the frenzy, coming in fast with her fistful of claws. Blood splattered the ground, but the lychen still stood. Not for long, ya wolfish bastard she told herself, pulling the kukris and hurling it at the beast's shoulder, using that as a distraction to pull another silver-lined knife to finish the job...
It was all over in the blink of an eye; the kukris nailed the lychen in the shoulder, and as he was distracted by it only at the last second did he see the set of blood-red eyes and the grayish flash of silver rush at him. By then it was too late as the blade sunk into his heart, killing the lychen in a two-second's span. It took Mirandl a few moments to calm herself down from the short frenzy, but she had the job in her pocket as the rain picked up to a medium gale. She examined herself quickly, every cut and bruise that she could see; nothing seemed life-threatening, the closest being a cracked rib and a cut right across her breast in front of the heart that, had it gone any deeper, might have lead to a bleeding problem. Beyond that, it wouldn't be worth a trip to the nearest hospital.
Pulling the kukris from the fallen beast's shoulder, she wiped it on a grass patch nearby before sheathing it. Pulling the now-wet rags back across her face and the top of her head, Myre pulled the goggles up over her eyes once more, then grabbed the beast and hauled it as best she could on her shoulders, heading towards the small town with her money-maker for the night. The UV lamps would be her issue, but the dead lychen would stay in one piece, and that was what she was most worried about; no sense pulling in a dead catch when it'll just get set on fire as soon as you walk into daylight-like light settings...
A howl from behind Myre instantly crushed her spirits of pulling the body all the way back to town. She was slow already because of the rain and such, but the body weighed her down even more so. Myre had to make a tough choice, and since she'd already completed the job, she decided quickly; tossing the body down to the ground, she yanked the kukris from its sheath and proceeded to decapitate the body, also removing the other blade from its now-still heart after completing the previous task. Head in hand, she looked back to see the faintest silhouette on the hill where she'd been just under a half-hour ago... Ignoring it, she sheathed the still-bloody knives, then turned to make a mad dash for the town's safe haven with her prize in hand...
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Grimnebulin
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Post by Grimnebulin on Jan 25, 2008 9:13:48 GMT -5
Myrg put down the telescope and growled. He hadn't sent it, but the werewolf had certainly been useful: the village was terrified, and a couple of cowards had turned to his cult for a feeling of security. He probably would have gotten some officials too, after a couple more deaths. Maybe he could still capitalize on their fear by sending a new werewolf later, or maybe killing the vampire.
The chants from the worship room grew louder. It was time to enter the stage. Humans loved rituals, for some reason.
Myrg slithered down the stairs of the observatory. This complication was annoying, and in the past, he certainly would have fumed at the mouth when this had happened. Still, everything seemed less important to him since he had heard of the Stone of Alexander.
Myrg threw open the door as the chant reached its crescendo. "I am Myrg!" He bellowed. "I am the seven-horned defiler, the trident-bearer!" Should I still bother with those hicks? More men for my expeditions would be useful.
"Great Myrg." The head priest kneeled, presenting the thirty new initiates. "We offer the souls of these servants to you." He already was short on manpower since the disastrous expeditions to the Library of the Monolith, and the Desert Laboratories.
Myrg replied: "Very well. I shall take the soul of" That one looks skeptical, he'll be the victim. "Him!" He pointed at the unfortunate would-be skeptic and, with a flick of his finger, broke his sanity. That little play always impressed the fools. While the ceremony was broken up, he slithered underneath the altar, followed by the head priest. "Marcus." Myrg said. "Train up the new guys as guards. We'll need more after the next expedition to the Desert Labs. Those places hold secrets." "Now," he continued. "Since we don't control the village yet, it's time for a more direct approach. Get me a dozen soldiers, and some werewolf blood.. I will go with them. The villagers are still terrified, and will be easy to push over when they see a dozen werewolves advancing on them tomorrow night."
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Post by Da Pwny on Jan 26, 2008 20:42:54 GMT -5
Mirandl felt a chill run down her spine; she swore someone was watching her... That's stupid she told herself, who would care about that sort of thing, except for the merchants in this town... She continued on her way unabated, considering that there weren't many people dumb enough to stop someone with a lychen's head in their hands.
She arrived at the bounty store easily enough, and walked out soon enough with a fat wad of cash in her hands, which she quickly put away into her satchel pack for safe keeping. Myre then headed on over to the inn, which look as much of a rusted-out sh** box as the rest of the town. When she got inside, however, she found it to be a cozy hole-in-the-wall sort of place, and was promptly greeted by a short female demon, some sort of bird-type or something, judging by the stout beak and scratchy voice. "Welcome, child! Come to stay in this here lil' town, now have we? Of course, yous got money, right?"
That question wasn't suspended long as Myre produced the cash, flopping down a good-sized amount on the counter. "Is that enough?" she said, a sort of low growl clinging to her already rough voice. The lady demon looked it over quickly, adjusting a strap to her shirt on her shoulders, then quickly disappeared to the back, coming out with a key in her hands. "Best room inna house, sweet stuffs. Wake up whenever you feels like." Myre raised an eyebrow to the crotchety old demon, a hint of a smile showing on her face; it wasn't often that owners let guests stay past 12 in the afternoon. Either the lady was just being nice (a possibility, even if it were a remote one), or the place was dying for business, and she hoped in getting a big tip for the extra service.
She thanked the female demon, saying "I thinks I can find my way around this place." Myre scanned the place quickly, finding her room number with ease on the second floor. Tromping up the stairs, she opened the door to a warm, cozy place that wasn't like the cramped and smelly motel rooms she had stayed in many times before. It actually looked like these people had put quite a bit of effort into hiding the fact that this was the only good room the inn had to offer. Still, she wasn't about to refuse an offer as such, and she was feeling sorta tired.
Unfortunately, she didn't know until she looked around a bit more that the room also shared doors with the only bathroom on that floor; although it was nicer than most she'd been in, it was still a shared bathroom. The thought of someone 'accidentally' popping in on her while she was on the Crapper wasn't a nice thought, neither was the fact that someone could just waltz right into her room while she was asleep, but where else was she going to rest? Outside was out of the question, even in a town this safe; it was raining, and she despised being wet like that. At least the bathroom came complete with a shower/bath that was plenty big enough for her body and clean, white towels; both rarities anymore.
Myre finally gave up trying to understand her karma at the moment and headed inside the bathroom, smacking the lock on the opposite door and turned on the water, hoping to have a nice, long, hot bath, followed by a doubly long and peaceful rest that she hadn't had in many months. Stepping out for a moment, she examined the rest of her room, laying her satchel down on the bed and opened it up, kneeling down next to the bed instead of sitting on it because of her dirty wet clothes and all.
Counting out the money she had, Myre mentally added up each stack of fat cash that she had; pretty soon, she figured, she might not have to wander about taking odd jobs, and finally have a place of her own to call home. It was all she wanted, and she was willing to pay most any price to get it. But I'd be all alone there she abruptly thought; the idea shocked her, especially considering her apathy towards others, even other vampires. She'd never given a rip before; why was she thinking about this now, when she was young and still had so much to do? Still, the idea... the thought of having no one else around... it scared her for some reason, and she couldn't figure out why.
Eventually, Myre also gave up on that train of thought, knowing that it would only make her heart ache even worse than it already did. She may not be human, but she was alone in this world as far as she was concerned, without a family or a friend to call up and just talk to. She had aquaintances, sure, but friends, let alone a lover... Abruptly, she shook that thought off. 'Not a chance in heaven 'r Hell am I goin' to tie myself down like that' she whispered to herself, determination in her quiet voice. I'm not ev'n a hundred yet; this ain't the time to be thinkin' about love and stupid things like that. I've gotta make a name for myself, and once I do, then maybe I'll look around for a mate... yeah, but not now...' She tried to sound determined, but her mind kept wavering, and she couldn't bring herself to believe what she was saying. It was the truth; she was alone, and tired of being that way.
Suddenly remembering the bath, she jumped up and zipped over to the door, opening it and felt the steam creeping through the door. Leaving her boots, shirt, and pants at her door, the jewelry on a dresser next to her, she peeked inside the now-steaming room to make sure that it was still empty. Seeing that it was as she left it, Myre slipped inside, a tiny bit of glee showing on her face as she ditched the rest of her clothes and slid into the bubbling water. She let out a long, relaxed sigh as the scalding hot water filled in around her, soothing her wounds and passing every worry in the world from her body into the waters around her, not noticing that the lock to the door opposite her room had jammed open when she hastily tried to shut it...
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Post by Crow on Jan 27, 2008 0:55:27 GMT -5
And of course someone had to be foolish enough to enter. One of the only other customers had just returned, tired and beat. He wore a face mask that covered the bottom half of his face, a reddish head band, and a long white scarf that he used. He walked into his room, tempted to just fall into the bed, but the innkeeper would probobly kill him if he dripped anymore blood on it. He walked to the bathroom figuring, "It was empty for the past few days, it's going to be empty now..." He poked his head in, figuring to make sure no one was in anyway. Fate always had a way of sending a few extra daggers at his head from time to time.
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Post by Da Pwny on Jan 27, 2008 1:31:12 GMT -5
(Crow, if you wish to participate further, at least post a character profile in the proper thread [which isn't in here, FYI; try Character Profile Board > Original Themes Character Profiles > Sinner's Blood], or your character could be considered... temporary ;D)
Mirandl was slipping off into a blissful nap when she heard a tiny creaking from nearby. Slightly groggy, she yawned and stretched a bit, then turned her head in the direction of the noise; her eyes bulged and her features slacked, stunned and fairly confused for a second by the sight of a man standing in the half-opened doorway of the door she thought she had locked quite securely. Her face quickly turned a beet red, feeling more embarrassed than she ever had before; so stunned, in fact, that the words 'get out' didn't even form in her mouth, although she was thinking them.
Neither did the fact that her chest was at least partially exposed; at least, until a wind drifted around her. Tears formed in her eyes, more from the shock than her sheer and utter competence shattering in a second. Finally, something did come to her tongue, and it was most unpleasant... The bird-lady downstairs was quietly counting through the money she had acquired not too long ago, a devilish look in her eyes as she counted up nearly a hundred dollars from just one particular customer, when an ear(and window)-shattering, blood-curdling scream interrupted her, shattering the coffee cup from her hands and nearly spilling it into her lap almost comically.
Myre was out of the tub in a heartbeat, not even caring that she was stark naked; her eyes burning a purified crimson hatred, her chest heaving like a madman, hateful not only for having her quiet evening shattered like the mirror next to her, but for being caught in one act that she was hardly ever given the chance to do anymore. Her claws flashed out in an instant, her teeth bared as her growling voice bellowed "Get out! Get out this instant, bloodsack*!" If the man didn't shut the door in a second or so, Myre would tear him limb from limb after draining his body dry of all lifeblood, her frenzied state nearly uncontrollable at the moment. Not even the generous amount she left with the bird-lady wouldn't be enough to pay for the damages she'd leave behind...
*bloodsack(s): an offensive term in the vampyric tongue when referring to humans
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Post by Crow on Jan 27, 2008 1:45:10 GMT -5
(ooh, going to get right on it)
He shouted in surprise and ran out, shutting and barracading the door with everything he had in the room. He was breathing just as heavily as she was, sitting against the mound of junk he piled in front of the door. He had killed some nasty vampires in the day, but he had a feeling that fifty thousand wouldn't be close to decent in this case! He sighed, "At least she's pretty..." He said, slumping to the ground.
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Post by Da Pwny on Jan 27, 2008 4:51:31 GMT -5
(guys, i'm just taking up a bit of time here so go ahead and fill in the missing hours and such if you want sry about leaving you behind Gin ;D) The frenzy passing as the door shut and the threat diminished; Myre slumped to the floor, suddenly exhausted and hungry. It'd been years since she'd let herself go like that, and the effort had awakened her appetite. She thought about luring the man back in, but she'd smelt something funny about him, something that she didn't like one bit. In the end, she slunk back into the bath to finish what she started, although her relaxation was long gone by that time. Between her flustered state and insatiable hunger, she couldn't relax at all, every nerve in her body still on edge even as the still-hot waters tried to calm them. At least she'd get a good night's sleep after that, or so she thought at first. Even as she got out of the bath after cleaning herself head to toe, she felt somewhat sick. The feeling would not leave her, no matter what she tried as she dried off. As she put her semi-dry clothes back on, she realized that there would be no sleeping unless she could unwind her nerves... After putting her boots back on, she decided that two baths in one night would be better than trying to sleep on tense nerves. So she headed out, leaving her cloak of rags on the bed and a "Do Not Disturb" sign on the door handle, taking the key with her as she slipped out the front door. She passed into the merchant district's night market, looking through many of the items on sale, especially the foods. She knew that shopping hungry was a bad idea, and doubly so considering that it wasn't her normal kind of hunger, but she hoped that the foods would hold off her bloodlust until she could find a secluded enough place to satisfy that kind of hunger... She also browsed through the weapons market, though she was more or less just window shopping rather than looking for something serious. She found a compact rod weapon that could quickly extend to about five or six feet in length, but she resisted the urge to buy it. However, in another stand, she caught sight of a most beautiful katana; gold inlays with fine craftsmanship, more of a show piece than a weapon of war. Moving along, she finally found something she'd been searching for for a long time; various pieces of junk laid scattered about on one table, just a few of the parts including a motor, various lengths of wire and titanium string, and a sliding mechanism. After going over the pieces several times, testing them out, then bartering for the best price, she got all three of those items, along with several metal rods, some pieces of sheet metal, and a compact butane torch with gloves. All in all, she spent a good couple hundred for all the pieces, but it was nothing compared to what she still had in her pockets, even after spending about two thousand in all. Upon arriving back at the inn, she set the pieces out on a table, using a roll of heat-proof thermoplastic she'd bought from another vendor as a base for which to work off of, and went to work on making her mini-crossbow even better... Myre worked well into the night, losing herself in the tasks of disassembling, soldering, sawing, torching, cleaning, and reassembling the small weapon, until finally she'd added on the new pieces and tested the whole unit out, finding that it worked much better than before. After another hour of work, she had a pack of about twenty new hardened-tip bolts, which she slid into the newly sewn-on holders (which she'd gotten from a leather stand) that attached to her belt. She'd also bought some silver from a jewelry smith, and used that to add a deadly punch to about five of the bolts; silver was expensive anymore, considering its innumerable value to lychen-hunters, but it was well worth it. Finally finished with her labors of love, she set her mind to eating, which wasn't hard given her current level of hunger...
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Post by Crow on Jan 27, 2008 13:06:21 GMT -5
When he heard the door close he sighed in relief, and started unbarring the door. When that was done he put his ear to the door. Then, satisfied that she was gone he walked in expecting something to get thrown at his head anyway. When he got inside he took off his clothes and made sure her door was closed. Then he got into the warm water and started cleaning a nasty looking cut that was on his arm. After it was done he made sure it was closed with a wrapping and got dressed again, walking out of the bathroom and falling over in his bed, wondering if he should apologize...."nah, I don't have a death wish..." He muttered into his pillow, just before realizing he forgot to put his mask on. He had already found acceptance, no matter how slight, in this town. A single person walking in over the night could end that. He sat up and reached for it, putting it into it's customary position and brushing off the slight layer of frost that had formed on his pillow.
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Post by Gin on Jan 29, 2008 8:42:08 GMT -5
((OoC: I'll have to fill it in tomorrow, don't got enough time here so :S But anyways try to involve me in some time soon, I think my character is going to have fallen asleep in the bar-shelter haha! He is too worn out, and soon he'd be dragged back to his room by one other human in the camp ))
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Post by Da Pwny on Jan 29, 2008 9:30:22 GMT -5
(whaaaa D: okay, but don't blame me if he ends up someplace weird ) Mirandl was nodding off... the bed was so tempting, and the sun was just beginning to rise, but she still felt as though she were missing something... The bath! Of course she said to herself, giggling at the thought of all that warm water washing over her skin once more. But even that kind of glee was stifled; there was something she'd forgotten to do, though it didn't immediately come to her... Then, like a brick, it hit her, and she didn't like the idea of it but if it helped her sleep... mustering up an unusual amount of feminine grace for her (namely because she didn't want to wake anymore occupants), she strode quietly, almost impossibly quiet, over to the door and, finding it locked, slid the lock on her side open [the doors can be locked from either side, since the slider is in between the doors ] and walked across the bathroom, resisting the urge to simply rip her clothes off, jump in the bathtub, and soak till she passed out. Sliding up to the door, she pressed her ear to it to make sure he wasn't talking to the local police or something of the like, then rapped on the door softly, so as not to scare him awake, should he be asleep. " Senor," she started, using the quietest, kindest voice she could muster (which sounded more like old, hairball-hacking cats scratching metal claws against a chalkboard than a kitten's purr), "I know you saw... everything... when you... intruded upon my bath, but... I think I sorta... overreacted. Migh' I come in... if ya don't mind? I pinky-swear that I won't kill ya [yet...] if ya do." She stopped for a second, the words coming hard to her as she repressed another urge to simply barge in, tear his throat out, and leave the bloody mess where it sat... Gotta keep these urges under control... for now... Myre told herself, secretly hoping that he wouldn't let her in just so she'd have an excuse to break the door down, at least...
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Post by Crow on Jan 29, 2008 12:43:34 GMT -5
"Ugh, this is a bloody hell of a bad idea....but come in." He said. Great, she was back... He was thinking to himself why he was even letting her in, but due to the, er....interesting nature of vampires he would either let her in, or let her storm in and he'd have to make a bloody mess of the place. And he'd just payed for his rent! and that wouldn't do one bit. He just sighed and sat up cross legged on his bed and waited for to come in. "Really surprised that you aren't here to kill me honestly. Vampires aren't exactly known as....tolerant, of humans."
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Post by Da Pwny on Jan 29, 2008 17:51:28 GMT -5
Myre cracked open the door, peeking around the side as she curled her fingers around the edge, showing only her eyes as she looked inside. Abruptly, she recoiled, the stench almost too much for her; Just as I thought... demon half-breed... She turned back, trying to ignore it as much as she could.
"Hate? No, I tolerate bloodbags... as long as they aren't foolish enough an' tryin' to stake me in the back or somethin' li' that." Her blood-colored eyes squinted, trying to make out the room as she looked it over from her perspective; it was plain, more to her tastes, but it wasn't well lit either. She poked the door open a bit more and stepped inside with as much grace as she could, stumbling once painfully on a wound that she hadn't noticed before. Around the door, saw quite a mess laying on the floor; "Tornado?" she asked sarcastically, trying to break the mood that was stifling the air about the room...
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