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Post by Crow on Jan 29, 2008 18:02:05 GMT -5
"More or less...." He said, standing up. "I would like to apologize as well. The other room was abandoned for the past few days and I had just gotten back from a bit of a fight. I wasn't thinking when I opened the door and I'm sorry for that." He said, trying to sound as sincere as possible. "In anycase, I hope to see you again...." He said, walking past her towards the door, picking up a fairly large sack, the kind that a thief would normally sling over his back after getting it filled with loot.
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Post by Da Pwny on Jan 29, 2008 18:20:18 GMT -5
"Um... okay..." Myre said as the man walked right by her, as if she weren't even there. She unconsciously checked the stuff she was carrying, satisfied to find it all still in the respective places. She felt embarrassed for having not talked about what happened any further; considering how much the man had seen, which was pretty much everything short of her recipe for apple pie, he was a liability, and could just as easily forget about her as tell every person in town that a psychotic vampire had tried to tear him apart when he was just trying to take a piss.
"Hey..." she said haltingly in a semi-distressed tone, trying to string out the conversation before she passed out from exhaustion, "What's yer name, stranger? I'm Mirandl, but ya can just call meh Myre if ya like..." It wasn't just common courtesy she was after; if he did peep, she'd at least know who to blame (and later, kill), although he was somewhat of a tough thing to miss in such a small community...
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Post by Crow on Jan 29, 2008 19:19:13 GMT -5
"My name is Ikoret." He said, stepping out of the room and walking away. Well, with that over I can finally get back to work...He walked out of the town and eventually found a fair sized rock he could step on top of to get a better view of the place. He noticed a Lycan right off. He got behind the rock and peeked around, "pst....hey.....hey you! yeah you ya dumb excuse for a mutt!" Anyone watching would have seen the lycan howl in rage just before it ran behind the rock and out of view. And almost the second he got out of view blood spattered on the ground next to the rock. With the dead lycan's head in his bag he soon spotted another that was apparently drawn by the howl. "Too easy..." he thought as he baited the stupid thing over.
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Post by Da Pwny on Jan 29, 2008 20:11:12 GMT -5
Myre stopped, frozen midstep in curiosity. She'd heard that name before somewhere else, but where... before she could spark the question, however, "Ikoret" had already given her the slip, and she was left in a crappy-smelling room with no one around. Sighing, she returned to the bathroom, barring the door to his room this time with a wedge under the door and a make-shift Club blocking the handle. Entry without violent force was impossible at this point. Stripping down again, she started the hot water, twirling her fingers in it till it was full enough, then slipped in once more, feeling more relaxed (not to mention secure) than she'd been in a while... pretty much since the first bath before she'd been rudely intruded upon.
She let her mind wander back to her own problems as the bubbles floated around her, soaking in the deeply soothing heat as her cold body began to slowly heal itself. Eventually, after several minutes of relaxation, Myre simply fell asleep, making sure to position herself in such a way that she wouldn't drown by accident. Even if she did die, she'd at least go out quietly, with a feeling of pure bliss and ecstasy filling the empty void of her life for the moment...
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Post by Crow on Jan 29, 2008 20:30:09 GMT -5
A few hours later Ikoret walked back into town, his over full bag seeping a bloody trail behind him. "Ah, things went well for once!" He said, heading to the bounty house and retrieving a modest sum. He walked back to his room, glad for once that he wasn't the one leaking blood everywhere for once. He changed into a T shirt and just colapsed in his bed, happy about the take of the day for once.
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Post by Grimnebulin on Jan 30, 2008 8:11:02 GMT -5
Myrg regretted his previous decision. Once again, his impulsive nature had gotten the better of him. March twelve werewolves into a village and expect everything to go alright? Ridiculous. Good thing he hadn't given the serum yet. Still, he couldn't turn back without loss of face. Best just to make the most of it.
Then there were the vampire and the other newcomer. Humans alone he could deal with - they were just cattle, after all. But strangers always could upset stuff, and they would have to be dealt with.
Myrg turned to one of the soldiers. He handed him one vial of the werewolves' blood. "Drink this." Yes. This idea was brilliant. Convince the town they are dealing with an immortal werewolf and lure any meddlesome strangers into a trap. When this fool would be howling on the hilltop again tomorrow, he and the other eleven men would be right behind him and make short work of the intruders.
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Post by Crow on Jan 30, 2008 12:21:13 GMT -5
The next morning Ikoret sat up and changed into the usual clothes, but instead of the usual brown vest, he put on a trenchcoat he had managed to get off of one of the werewolves he'd managed to kill before it transformed. In anycase, he felt it would be a good Idea to put that silver edged Katana to use for once. Maybe he didn't need it today, but he lost a few too many daggers yesterday. "Ah well...." He said, strapping it to his waist and drawing the thing making a few quick cuts before jamming it back into the scabbard. He sighed, thinking it too nice to use today, "Only as a last resort then..." He walked outside and started heading out of the town. One ofthe stupid things were sitting on a hilltop in perfect view while he was nice and hidden by his usual hunting rock. He figured he'd watch it for a while. Maybe it would walk past after a while, tired of it's spot and ready(whether he knows it or not) to give up some equipment. He got that vibe things were about to go wrong again, "But what can go wrong? Not like they found decent weapons or anything...." Figuring that it was better to be safe than face down in a pool of blood he drew the katana from the scabbard and waited.
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Post by Da Pwny on Jan 30, 2008 19:52:40 GMT -5
Mirandl awoke with the noises coming from the next room, stirring the freezing and bubbleless waters around her. How long had she been in here, she wondered to herself. Looking around she realized she had no idea how late it was; getting out of the bath, she looked her wounds over once more, and finding them mostly healed she wrapped a towel around herself, walking into her room once more after removing the mini-barricade from the stranger's door, and looked at her raggedy clothes. "sh**... I really should show some restraint" she told herself, looking at the bloody marks and tears on the ensemble. Guess its time for some new clothes... been a few years anyways, and I'm tired of fixing the same ones over and over again...
Putting on what she had, Myre clothed herself thoroughly, as there was still daylight outside. Leaving her weapons and such behind, she took her satchel, along with the old parts to her crossbow, with her into town. She'd at least get a few bucks for the worn-out parts.
Several hours of shopping later, she had a new change of clothes that were fairly similar to her old ones, along with a more common backup set. She wanted to attract at the moment, not get in a fight. The parts she had sold for better than she thought, so after picking up a new hat, she decided to stop by the local pub for a mid-afternoon drink; even though just a little alcohol made her woozy, she was in the mood for finding an unwitting 'partner' for the night, as she needed blood and simply attacking someone out in the open would be sheer suicide. As she entered, to her surprise she saw the human she'd spied earlier, who surely by now was in a drunken stupor. Maybe she wouldn't have to drink at all; besides, she preferred the strong, quiet type, as they tended not to shout a lot while she sank her fangs into them...
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Post by Gin on Jan 31, 2008 7:16:54 GMT -5
Mikeal was singing a sad Irish folksong to himself after way to many hours in the pub and way to many beer, "Gaaarh, my wallet is suffering... I better just order wat- *Hiccup* Water from now on..." he said actually happy and half straight up, *d**n town, though... Nice the stout is -hiccup- cheaper...* Mikeal figured for himself as a Vampire stepped in, figuring it wouldn't be to much of a threath he continued his sad drunken lullaby, *A bloodsucker out for something else... Than blood?, Impossible... Such a girl with such a sharp tounge I think not to trust in the first meeting...* he thought while singing and quickly glaring at her while doing so for a moment...
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Post by Da Pwny on Jan 31, 2008 8:03:34 GMT -5
Myre could smell his breath from the door; this was going to be a bit too easy. A bit more to drink, walk him back to her room by 'accident', and then take a quick bite and let him doze the booze off while she made it out the door. Course, she had to be careful too, as the vampire in her couldn't take much booze before getting completely smashed, as she'd found out before upon more than one occasion. Thankfully, she'd never stayed drunk for long, and even when she did get wasted, the hangovers weren't as bad the night after as humans would have, at least by what she'd heard.
She started out slow, figuring that she had all evening to make her move. It would take some smooth talking, and maybe a little foreplay (neither of which she was extremely good at), but if it got her a meal, she'd do most anything. The shirt she wore at the moment was red, sleeveless, and low-cut, three things that human males liked by what she knew; she also wore a black miniskirt, her legs covered by UV-resistant underlined fishnet stockings to protect her legs. Adding a pair of black/red leather stiletto-heeled boots, and she thought it was fairly cute outfit herself. She'd bought another pair of boots for fighting, along with a fairly different outfit, but she didn't need that right now. Adding a bit of perfume she bought on a whim, and she felt confident about her entrance.
Now all she had to do was get close enough to press him into her arms, and she'd be golden. Sitting down at a stool a few feet away, she removed the rags, setting them down on the stool next to her, being as casual as she could be at the moment. Looking over, she caught the man's half-closed eye as she tried to keep calm... something about him made her heart beat faster, bringing out a predatorial instinct that she only felt when she was on a hunt. It was weird, of course; in a way, she was hunting, but this wasn't her bloodlust. It was something deeper... something on a different level, and something she didn't understand. As if she really needed to...
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Post by Crow on Jan 31, 2008 12:04:55 GMT -5
Ikoret scouted around the hill finding quite a few more of the Lycans. "I'm good at fighting, not getting mauled....." He muttered, stepping away as quickly and quietly as possible. Walking through the town a few minuites later, he decided to search around for someone brave enough, or stupid enough to take on the Lycans with him. "A bar eh? Ah well, as good a place to look as any....." hs said, stepping in. He wasn't sure if he'd found the perfect partner or the perfect reason to run. He decided to step to the side and find a seat, glaring at the bartender when he was about to ask what he was about to have. The bartender promptly walked away and ignored him for the rest of the time in the bar.
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Post by Gin on Jan 31, 2008 14:15:15 GMT -5
Mikeal took his hand and dragged his half long hair backwards and looked up at the tent cealing, "Having fun yet? Found anyone to feed on?" Mikeal said to the women vampire, He enjoyed mocking her, a typical hunter, and if Mikeal was lucky he'll be chosen... Nothing is rather better than a dead Vampire in the morning unless really lucky a vampire, after all who could blame him, his family was slaughtered by such creatures raiding a village long ago... Myrg they kept yelling and screaming, "All hail Myrg!" Mikeal remembers... He didn't say it loud, he was surely not just drunk, perhaps most of his drunkness depended on just that, sadness... Depression made by bad memories, it sucked you could say, letterly!
"Well?" he said towards the vampire as he took his glass slided it to the Bartender and Mikeal halted him with a guesture and said, "Just water please...", the bartender nodded, right after that another man entered the tend. A halfbreed... *Worse of them all, abomination!*
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Post by Crow on Jan 31, 2008 14:20:11 GMT -5
Ikoret sat there thinking, noticing the glare of the man. "Why do they always stare at me?" He muttered out loud. He just listened in to the conversation, wondering if the girl was going to maul him or eat him.
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Post by Da Pwny on Jan 31, 2008 18:31:34 GMT -5
(that would be "literally", my friend ) "I think you're quite wasted my friend" she said in a low tone, looking away and ordering a whiskey for herself. She had the feeling that he was onto her, but some men were just a**holes to begin with, and suspected anyone of being anything. She saw the halfbreed from earlier behind her, but ignored him, silently hoping that he'd just leave so she could get about her own business. She had to be reserved with her drinking, of course; her blood level was already low, but alcohol would only make things worse for her... No more than an hour later, Myre let loose a snort, her breath heavy with the devil's drink. "An' theen, I came up be...beheind heem and went 'Boo!' I swear... he... he *snort* he jumped five feet in tha air when i Did that... Oh, it was funny... just sho funney!" She continued laughing, unable to barely stay on her seat. She was only on her fourth round, but she felt as though she were on her fiftieth; in other words, she was smashingly drunk. Still, she had half a mind to continue trying to induce the man. At this point though, she'd probably just as soon bite him as jump into bed with him... She really was drunk, but still hungry, and that hunger drove her to keep up the charade...
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Post by Crow on Jan 31, 2008 18:46:28 GMT -5
Ikoret chuckled, also wondering how long she could keep this up. Another question he had was about how drunk she was, she'd only had a few drinks and she already looked like she was about to fall off the stool. Ah well.....it's all the entertainment i'm getting for the night it seems.....better than getting ripped to pieces by lycans in any case.
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