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FX Zombie Marco         Since: 03-24-06 Since last post: 3829 days Last activity: 3725 days |
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| ((okay, you should all know the story. If anybody else feels like joining, PM me and we can work it out.))
Alicia sat in the small room, spinning one of her knives around her fingers. She felt anxious. She had never worked for the government before. Actually, until recently, she had been on their 10 most wanted list, as a 'terrorist'. Now they had 'learned the error of their ways', and were trying to help her combat the vampires. Huh. Took them long enough. A wiry man in a suit and glasses entered the room. He carried a clipboard. "You must be," he flipped through a few pages on his clipboard, "Alicia Amaranda?" She didn't answer. He looked around nervously, not sure what to do. He held out his hand. "Well, it's great to have you on our team." She glared at him. He lowered his hand, and took a few steps back, trying to get as far away from her as possible. "Well, we'll just wait here in this room," he gulped, "together, until the other recruits arrive." |
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Dirk Ralthar Thief  Since: 07-18-06 From: Malthar Since last post: 6130 days Last activity: 6101 days |
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| *Kendrick spun left as the vampire lunged for him. His sword flashes left as he decapitates it, the body exploding into a pile of burning ash. He turns to the last one, it staring at his fallen companion, then turns and runs. When he is sure that it is gone, Kendrick stands and sheathes his swords. Straitening his leather duster, he walks over to where he had dropped his gun. The sound of applause comes from the doorway. He turns, the UV light mounted under the barrel of the gun fixing on a man in the doorway. Now sure that the man is not a vamp, he lowers his gun.*
You have seen more than you should... if that last one saw you standing there, you are at risk. *The man lets out a small laugh, then replies.* Shadow, or should I say... Kendrick Omari... can I call you Kendrick? You are as good as they say you are. I work for the government, and we would like you to help us. *Kendrick snorts.* I prefer to work alone. *The man takes a moment to absorb this.* Well if that is the way you feel, then I guess I need to up the ante... I happen to know that you are not legally immigrated here. With a few calls I could have you deported... and neither of us wants that. *Kendrick glares at him, he is silent for a minute before responding.* What does the government 'need' from me? *The man responds.* The government is forming an elite team to do a job that you seem to... shall I say... enjoy doing. They will be in service to our government slaying vampires. Come with me and I can make sure you become a legal citizen. Choose to stay here... and kiss this fine country goodbye... I will make sure that you will never see it again... Ever. *Kendrick struggles with an internal debate for a few moments.* Fine... lets go... *A few hours later, he walks into the room Alicia is sitting in. The helicopter ride was boring as hell, cooped up on the inside of Sardine can. He walks in, pulling the scabbard holding his swords off his back. Walking to the center of the room, he sits. Laying the scabbard at his sides, he begins a meditation technique to clear his mind of the possibilities arrayed before him.* |
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Makura Since: 01-22-05 From: The restaurant at the end of the universe.... Since last post: 5886 days Last activity: 5152 days |
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| Ryah waited for the brim of night fall. She flittered out of her apartmets skylight. She liked to travel by roof. As she jumped from rooftop to rooftop a cigarette hung loosely from her lips.
Once she reached her destination she entered a cramped room. She slumped againt the wall nearest to the door flipping her zippo open and closed. A black hooded sweatshirt masked her face, but green eyes peered out. She wore a floored black leather trench coat that hid things that must be hidden. Her boots looked too much for her thin frame as she crossed one leg over the other. |
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Pockets Werewolf pockets Since: 10-20-04 Since last post: 5090 days Last activity: 4607 days |
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Name: Rhyven Wolf Alias: none Age: 160 Physical Age: 22 Race: Vampire Abilities: Speed and agility are his strong points. Vampiric strength. Weapons: One short sword, various daggers, throwing knives and other sharp implements. A garott wire he keeps wound about one wrist. Specialization: Stealth, martial arts. Physical Appearance: 5' 9'' Slim but toned build. Light colored skin and reddish brown hair past his shoulders. A close cut red beard and green eyes. Background: Born in Ireland at the age of 22 he was turned. As soon as he became aware he went into a rage and killed the vampire that turned him. He's joined the humans because he HATES vampires. He despises the creatures that turned him into what he is and is deteremined to kill as many of them as he can manage before his own death. Rhyven pulls up outside the building, parking the huge blakc motorcycle against the curb. Pulling a cigarette from behind his ear he lights it with a zippo procured from one pocket. Inhaling the poisonous smoke he holds his breath for a moment before exhaling with a sigh. He sits there for a moment, listening to the ticking of the cooling engine. Swinging one leg over the bike he stands and adjusts the blades hidden within the sleeves of his black trench coat. Reaching into the saddle bags on his bike he removes a few personal items, securing them within the many pockets. He checks the sword hidden beneath his coat he nods to himself and walks into the building. Entering the room he looks around at those already present and slides to the floor in an empty spot, flicking a bit of ash from the end of his cigarette onto the floor. |
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GuardianOni Shaman  Since: 09-07-04 From: The dark path Since last post: 5840 days Last activity: 5299 days |
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| Lupin knocks crisply upon the door, and enters. Looking around the small room he notes the man in the middle of the room with the sword, the hooded female, and the other with the knife. And the paper-pusher. "Inteligence? Maybe..." he thought to himself. The others, seem to be part of my team. Great..."
Rubbing the quarter inch of brown hair on his head and shruging he sits on one of the last two chairs. It seemed much to small for the six and a hallf foot man, but he eased himself into the seat. Relaxed, and at his ease. Adjusting his leather coat he feels the weight of his large handgun bump against the side of his chest. The webbing holster was the same grey as the t-shirt he wore under his coat. The black Dickes slacks were tucked into his combat boots. Lupin waited to be adressed. |
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FX Zombie Marco Since: 03-24-06 Since last post: 3829 days Last activity: 3725 days |
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| Alicia stood.
"Alright, how much longer is this going to be?" "Don't worry, Miss Amaranda." The wiry man replied, "There is only one more of us yet to arrive." |
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Pockets Werewolf pockets Since: 10-20-04 Since last post: 5090 days Last activity: 4607 days |
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| "Can we kill whoever it is if they make us wait much longer?" Rhyven asked,
flicking some more ash onto the floor. "I still don't know exactly why we're here. All I got was a letter saying that I would find somerhing worth my while here." |
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Dirk Ralthar Thief Since: 07-18-06 From: Malthar Since last post: 6130 days Last activity: 6101 days |
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| *Kendrick finishes with his meditations and looks at Rhyven.*
That was a bit more subtel than what I got... guy practically dragged me here. Guess they thought a letter wouldn't get my attention. *Kendrick grabbes the scabbard and slings it back over his shoulder. Standing he walks to the last of the chairs, sitting down in it.* From what I've heard, the next few weeks could be interesting. And no. You can't kill whoever it is. I want to find out what the hell this is all about, and if we kill whoever is missing.... i am sure we will have to wait for a replacement... how governments always work. Personally, I just want to get this bullshit done with. |
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Pockets Werewolf pockets Since: 10-20-04 Since last post: 5090 days Last activity: 4607 days |
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| Rhyven looks at Kendrick and shrugs," As long I get to kill vamires I don't care," he
said with a heavy Irish accent. "Speaking of which..." Reaching into an inside pocket of his coat he removes a clear flask with a viscous red fluid inside it. Opening the cap he takes a long pull, making a face as he swallows. "Damn stuff tastes awful cold," he muttered. Putting the flask away he lights another cigarette. "This is governement opperated?" Rhyven asks, glancing at Kendrick again. "Which government?" |
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Dirk Ralthar Thief Since: 07-18-06 From: Malthar Since last post: 6130 days Last activity: 6101 days |
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| Oh... bloody hell. You're a god damned vampire yourself arn't you?
*Kendrick's right hand strays torwards one of the swords at his back.* Why would you want to kill vampires if you are one of them. I have half a mind to strike you down right now. *His hand is completely closed around the hilt of the sword. He could have it drawn and prepared for a fight within a heartbeat.* |
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Makura Since: 01-22-05 From: The restaurant at the end of the universe.... Since last post: 5886 days Last activity: 5152 days |
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| "Have you something against vampires?" Ryah tried to hide her thick Irish accent. She lit another cigarette. Looking at the man with the flask out of the corner of her eye as she flipped her zippo closed.
"Is this going to happen while we're young?" She gave a small smirk as she said it and looked at the ones she knew were vampires. |
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Pockets Werewolf pockets Since: 10-20-04 Since last post: 5090 days Last activity: 4607 days |
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| Rhyven ignored Kendrick entirely and turned to look at the hooded girl.
"I have much against Vampires," he growled. "One of them turned me into what I am today." He took another cigarette from the pack in his pocket and paused to light it. "Some that I have met are looking for a cure to their 'condition,' whereas I simply intend to take out as many of them as I can before I die." He took a long drag on the cigarette. "I am not completely against ALL vampires, however those that I consider my enemy will die." |
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GuardianOni Shaman Since: 09-07-04 From: The dark path Since last post: 5840 days Last activity: 5299 days |
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| Lupin wondered when the two men were going to whip them out, and start the pissing contest proper.
He continued to sit at his ease, waiting. Nothing more interesting was going on so he watching the three idly, like one would a curious TV show. True the small hairs on the back of his neck raised a little, realizing that he was in the company of at least two more vampires. But it was akin to the feeling of being in a bar in a shadier part of town, and didn't bother him too much. |
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Makura Since: 01-22-05 From: The restaurant at the end of the universe.... Since last post: 5886 days Last activity: 5152 days |
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| Ryah eyed the man who spoke to her. "But if there was a cure wouldn't you want to rid yourself of what you hate?" She asked this, in a quiet tone as she stepped closer to him. "What is that you're drinking?" She took another long drag. (Last edited by Makura on 08-12-06 02:59 AM) |
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FX Zombie Marco Since: 03-24-06 Since last post: 3829 days Last activity: 3725 days |
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| Suddenly a knife flew right between Ryah and Rhyven, sticking into the wall with a thunk. Everyone looked at Alicia, who now stood, with her arm outstreched.
"Now calm down, we don't want to draw any blood here. Except vampire blood. Except not..." There was no good way to phrase that. "We don't want to hurt each other. We're on a team here." She looked over at the wiry man, who was now cowering in the corner as if a simple look from one of these people would kill him. "Can we get moving? It doesn't seem like anyone else is coming." ((Come on Azen...)) |
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Pockets Werewolf pockets Since: 10-20-04 Since last post: 5090 days Last activity: 4607 days |
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| Rhyven eyed the woman with the hood. "I personally don't know, to be honest. For years
now however I've been out on a death wish. My only goal is to take my enemy down with me. Death is to be my release from my curse." As the knife flew past his nose he turned his head and with a flick of his wrist one of his throwing knives was in his hand. He paused and relaxed after a moment. "I would recommend you not throw any weapons at your allies," he snarled, bitind down on the filter of the cigarette in his mouth in his anger. |
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Makura Since: 01-22-05 From: The restaurant at the end of the universe.... Since last post: 5886 days Last activity: 5152 days |
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| Ryah looked at the knife in surprise, and then at the one who threw it. We're not going to fight, we're just talking. She thought to herself, "Humans and their paranoia." The nshe spoke out loud.. "I think I'll need a drink soon." She began to walk back to her original spot. | |||
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Pockets Werewolf pockets Since: 10-20-04 Since last post: 5090 days Last activity: 4607 days |
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| Reaching out he placed his hand on Ryah's shoulder and held out the flask to her.
"It's cold and it's not human but it's blood." He pulled the cigarette out of his mouth and attempted to fix the mashed filter for a moment before finally giving it up as a lost cause. Tossing it on the floor he retrieved a new one and lit it. "What'll it be?" he asked her. |
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Benja Battering Bird Since: 08-15-04 From: none of your damn business Since last post: 505 days Last activity: 505 days |
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| Captain Greenstone made his way to where they were standing with a cig hanging out his mouth and adjusting glasses. He shook his head at all the arguing and cleared his throat out loud to clear the air.
What do I see going on to as such an arguement between my team members?! |
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Pockets Werewolf pockets Since: 10-20-04 Since last post: 5090 days Last activity: 4607 days |
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| Rhyven glared at the new guy. "Who're you? We're not arguin'" he said, indicating
Ryah and himself. "Only those two seem to have a problem," he pointed to Kendrick and Alicia. "What the hell is goin' on around here?" he demanded. "Here," he shoved the flask into Ryah's hand and turned back to the new guy again. "I want answers or I'm walkin'." |
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