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| Elawei Ayohuhisdi | Dec 27 2005, 02:37 PM Post #1 |
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The music was loud, the partiers louder. Raven strolled down the steps to the back door without much regard to the rattling of the corroded railing with every thump coming from behind the reinforced steel door. The steps were slimy and treacherous, but one would be even more of a fool to trust your ass to the railing which was a tap away from falling off the cement wall. The back entry way was a concrete tomb, catacombs of steel and stone that would lead you anywhere but where a student ought to be. Sex, drugs, alcohol, dancing, live bands, mosh pits, and bar brawls. Everything a girl could want with a side of pretzels on the bar. Raven's boots didn't even make an echo in the hallway before the door. Her black knee-highs had thick treads and a steel toe. Almost military, but built more for Raven's purposes. She could conceal over ten knives per boot alone, and that was only part of her wardrobe. Above the footwear, a long pair of legs covered by solid black thigh-highs embroidered with silver leaves led to a short black leather skirt. The skirt, although seemingly unremarkable, held five knives, plus an array in the two belts that crossed each other at her waist. Her top was a strapless and made of black leather, the style very much like a corset, but looser and easier to work with. The straps in the back that laced the top up were black leather to match the rest. Intricate silver leaves worked their way up the sides of her skirt and corset, continuing up along her bare shoulders, creeping up her neck, and up along one side of her face. Over all this, a heavy black cloak draped over her shoulders, a wide hood concealing her face and her straight black hair, which normally would fall to about mid-back. Her face, although she rarely ever wore makeup, was accented by a pair of lips painted dark red and eyelids that were discreetly lined in black, framing a pair of startling grey eyes. She might have been pretty enough to get into the Underground on looks alone, but appearance wasn't what got her in the club tonight. The bouncer, tall and heavily muscled shadowed the doorway and inspected the guest who stood unnervingly still on the doorstep. The shadowy form waited patiently for the bouncer's eyes to make their way from her feet to her face, a remarkably male way of sizing up a woman that she found infinitely disgusting and equally pointless. It wasn't until the bouncer met her eyes that he might have had a clue of what caliber she was to be categorize with. The look she gave him sent him three paces back into the room and moving to one side, his voice gruff with the slightest hint of a quaver in it. "S-sorry, mistress. Didn't recognize y-you. Your t-table is empty, as always." Raven swept forward into the room and past the man in the doorway without a second glimpse or even a nod. She merely called back over her shoulder in a nonplused tone as she made her way towards the booming music. "Tell Brandon I've brought my own tonight. I'm in the mood for something stronger than the shit he's got." The bouncer allowed himself a small chuckle as he closed the door. Raven always brought her own drinks. Brandon didn't even need to be told, it was always the same with that one. Didn't trust anyone else's liquor, didn't trust anyone to keep hers for her. Just stay the hell out of her way and you'll be fine. He raised a hand to his forehead and wiped the sweat beading on his brow off as he locked and barred the door. Raven was already on the club's threshold, eyeing the throbbing crowd with a mixture of distaste and cruel amusement. Mindless, rebellious teenagers. Yeah. She remembered that phase. Tonight, though, she had a date with the dart board. The throng of teenieboppers and their drunken dancefloor mating rituals was never appealing to Raven. The back corner, however, was another story altogether. Smoothing the hood of her cloak back as she walked, she skirted around the outer edge of the melee and headed for the back, drawing a thin silver throwing knife from her belt and twirling it between her fingers. Just as her corner came into sight, though, a man and a girl who looked remarkably similar to a pirate wench dropped into the single chair at her otherwise unoccupied table, the wench sitting on the man's lap, who was swaying and attempting to say something intellectual, froth bubbles forming at the corners of his mouth. Raven approached the table slowly, a dark storm about ready to break over the unsuspecting couple. A bartender caught sight of what was happening and tried catching their attention with a few wild arm movements and failed miserably. Raven stopped a few yards away from the two and cleared her throat. The young woman wench giggled and hiccuped, standing up and swaying towards her, fluffy permed and bottle blonde hair bound up in a rat's nest on one side and fuzzed out on the other. Pointing a finger at Raven and putting her other hand on her hip, she swaggered a few steps toward her. "What do YOU *hic* want? Huh, b-bitch?" The girl swayed and fought to stay standing, fixing her with a bleary, unfocused stare. Her makeup was caked and smeared, eyeliner running on one side where she'd spilled beer on herself. Her clothes where messy and half falling off and she looked like she hadn't taken a bath in a while and smelled worse. Raven curled her lip and held the throwing knife loosely in one hand. The bartender behind her quieted as he must have realized there wasn't much he could do without making himself a target as well. The girl stumbled towards her and kept talking, making a few haphazard and vaguely threatening arm movements. "What? You after *hic* my boyfriend? Well GUESS WHAT? *hic* You can't have him!" About this time, the man (who was slightly less drunk than his companion), began sobering up enough to realize the mess she was getting them into. Stumbling over to her, he grabbed her by the shoulders and began steering her around Raven with as wide of a berth as he could manage without running into tables, muttering to her that they should go find another table and promising her more beer. This shut the girl up and she complied with a throaty giggle. Raven simply stood there, eyes closed and clenching the knife, jaw tight. She hated people who couldn't hold their liquor... they always made fools of themselves at the expense of those around them. Taking a few steps toward her table, she began to relax. Footsteps sounded behind her, heavy boots. A man. A smile crept to the corner of her mouth and she lifted the knife by the blade, offering the handle over her shoulder to the person who had just walked up behind her. "Care for a game of daggers, Brandon? I see you've replaced the dartboard." The bartender shook his head and walked around to where Raven could see him. He was a dark complected man with a medium build and mottled brown hair to offset a pair of chestnut eyes. He was one of the lead bartenders and a friend of Raven's. On the rare case that she ran out of liquor, he was the only one she would take drinks from. He smiled and shook his head. "Not this time, hon. Just got that damned thing replaced. Have fun with it though, I know you pay for them. I've ordered those two to be thrown out and I'm lobbying to get one of those nice red velvet lines to separate off your corner from the rest. I think the idea's growing on the owners, just give it time." Flicking her wrist, the whirr and thunk of a knife cut Brandon off from any more smart remarks. The blade quavered an inch from his head, pinning the shoulder of his shirt to the wall. "Hardy-har-har. Funny, Brandon. Put up that line and I'll torch the place. I'm no celebrity, I just expected a place like this would be on par with kicking people that drunk out onto the street. Can't house troublemakers, Brandon. It's bad for business." Picking her fingernails with another knife and leaning against the wall perpendicular to the one Brandon now found himself pinned to, she spared him a scathing glance as he managed a laugh. "Troublemakers? Certainly we don't house any of those, Raven! But you would be the expert on that, now wouldn't you?" Removing the knife from the wall with a grunt, Brandon tossed it onto the table and inspected the hole in his shirt. Dusting off his shoulder, he looked down at Raven's other hand as she set a black glass bottle down on the table with a thunk. "Guess you won't be needing anything tonight, then. Tell me if you run out and want to crack into our stores. Just.... don't beat up on the other customers, okay?" As Brandon turned to disappear back into the bar, he wasn't even left with time to flinch before the butt end of Raven's knife hit him between the shoulder blades, making a sick smacking sound and falling to the ground with a clatter. "Oh, and Brandon? Don't call me 'hon'!" Flashing him a smile that was more of a snarl than anything, Raven stooped and picked up the knife and shook her head, grey eyes gleaming in the dim light. "No promises about the customers, though. You know me. Sometimes it just can't be helped." Turning back to her corner with a laugh, she slid the chair back and propped her feet up on the table, biting the cork out of the bottle she had brought with her. After a few gulps, she set it down on the table edge and drew a few knives from her belt, studying the new dart board that hung on the wall opposite her. Her corner was situated in a box-like cubby hole in the back of the Underground, only a faint reddish glow of light from a lamp overhead illuminating the place. It was the darkest corner in the entire club and belonged solely to Raven while she occupied it. Flicking her wrist a few times, a sound similar to rainfall filled the back corner as Raven emptied her store of knives into the dart board until there wasn't any space left in the middle three rings. The pattern left in the dartboard by the knives was a swirl and Raven tilted her head slightly to the left as she studied it. Frowning, she flicked another knife at the board and narrowed her eyes as it bounced off the butt-end of one that had been slightly off mark, correcting the error with a twang of metal on metal. Satisfied, she leaned back into the chair and took another drink from the bottle. OOC: Little bit of fun blowing off some creative steam... |
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| Icarus | Dec 28 2005, 12:21 AM Post #2 |
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Mirakel had been sitting at a table of his own, silently waiting and watching the goings on. The haze of cigarette, cigar, and pot smoke filled the air, blurring his view of her slightly. His pure white eyes studied her from a distance as she passed by him with an air of, "Back the fuck off, I'm not in the mood and if you try it, bitch I will stab you." Yeah, that was about right. His calm face and smooth features were almost as inscruitable as she was, giving no clue as to what he or she may have been thinking at the time. Personally, I don't think the bugger ever thinks things through. Makes my life a bloody hell to tell you about it. It hadn't been difficult getting past the bouncer, he'd simply told the truth. He had business with Raven. The bouncer backed right off. His drink had been strong, but he quickly downed it and never asked for another. He'd had medications stronger than that. The scars on his wrists and forearms from his operations and spars were small white streaks on his flesh, but his long, baggy sleeves often covered them. When they were commented on... well, I don't want to go into detail. From his vantage point, he observed the whole scene between the girl and Raven, and he'd no inclination of making enemies by defending the witless drunk. If she was dumb enough to get her ass shanked, then that was her problem. Why would he get involved? Beats me. I only know what he'd do realistically, so sue me. The dim lightling hid her face well, her clothing evocative in a manner most men wouldn't be able to describe why. She was dressed in a way that was diametrically opposed to her. His shoes were light, though they weren't showy. His pants were baggy down the leg, though they were snug on his hips. All in all, his lower torso was almost dressed in a desert arabian style. Almost. His shirt was thin and long sleeved, and he too had a hood, though it was from a cloth he wound wrap around his head. Loose, it formed a cowl. Tight, it formed an effective shinobi-style mask. He really liked that cloth. It was lightly embroidered in a thread of the same color, raised slightly off of the fabric. It gave a haunting shadowy smoke like appearance, and could only be seen in the right light. It was a scene of twin ninjas fighting amongst the trees. The chain around his neck clicked as he shifted to watch her throw her knives at the board, her skill confirming what he already knew. She was a woman of unmatched skill. Well, she thinks anyway. Standing after the hour he'd been here, he walked over to her table. The closer he got, he more sinister things became. The light began to dim and gloom permeated the atmosphere, a foreboding filing every fiber of his being, almost as if telling him to turn around. I mean he should have but does he care what the hell I say?! Nope, the dumbass never has, never will, so normally I just shut up about it. His hood was drawn up to that it was almost tight, forming a half hood, half mask. He intended no one to see his face, and so far he'd been successful. Time to begin the game. Two feet from her table, and two feet, and an inch from her, he finally spoke what might have been his last words. Personally, I couldn't look. "Excuse me, Mistress Raven, but I have some things to discuss with you. May I sit?" |
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| Exsanguis Mors | Dec 28 2005, 12:14 PM Post #3 |
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The quieted thump of the music behind the giant steel door. The amused smirk from the corner of a dark mouth, as he opened the door. The music grew louder and the bouncer that stood in his path. His obsidian orbs stared silently at the bouncer and the very presense and aura the bouncer stood back up agaisnt the wall. He passed then and brought his hands up and pulled the hood back, His long black hair was pulled back, yet a portion of his bangs remained forward. The handles of his katana stuck out from his cloak and his hand rested upon one of them. He hated these kinds of places, the only good of them was the endless supply of alcohol which, even then wasn't as good as his own cellar. He looked about the the crowd and sneered, walking in the middle of them and like a unseen barrier they parted like the red sea as he stepped among them. But they showed no real conscience motion, just figuring their dance partner wanted to be alil closer for the moment. Having cleared the crowd and standing infront of the bar he pointed to the bottle of sake in the corned that looked like it was unused cause some students couldn't read the lable. He placed enough gold for the whole cask, and cracked it open, he began pouring himself a drink then as he once more looked about the crowd, the corners, there he'd find people like him. Spotting two individuals, well, at least one he watched their interaction with some amusement, he stared silently at Raven, watching her movements during this time. Having some foresight he predicted that the forwardness of this boy would get him into trouble. This would be emusing toi say the least. |
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| Elawei Ayohuhisdi | Dec 30 2005, 02:36 PM Post #4 |
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Raven studied the crowd while she swallowed more of the contents of her bottle, boots still propped up on the table in a highly unlady-like fashion. She never was the kind to act prim and proper. In her corner, however, it didn't really matter whether she put her feet up or not, seeing that no one would dare get close enough to take a peek up her skirt. The shadowy lighting hid almost everything but what could be seen from a closer vantage point. Anyone stupid enough to close enough distance between themselves and Raven to be able to get an eye-full would be within throwing range. Not a safe place to be by any means, even on friendly terms. She'd noticed that a few people had been watching her. Not surprising, what with the encounter she had just had with the two drunken lovebirds and then with Brandon. But one of them had been watching her a little too closely for a little too long for simple curiosity. She studied him out of the corner of her gunmetal-gray eyes and began making bets with herself on what he might do and when. Sure enough, after a little while, he left his seat. Her attention now was entirely for him, her mind working him over from every angle. His height, his approximate weight, the way he moved, and noticing roughly how much of him was muscle. She gave herself a quick appraisal of how much damage she figured he could do in a fight and then began visually searching him for weapons and guessing where he might hide them. Through this, she managed to give his outfit a once-over and a guess at how much she could pawn his things for if she needed to kill him. Finally, and only after she sized him up in this typically Raven-ish manner, she sized him up how a regular girl might size up a guy. He might have been good-looking under the mask, but this kind of judgement wasn’t necessary. The most important thing was how he moved, and he was moving like something in his head wanted him not to take another step towards her. Raven figured he must have been nervous. She didn’t like nervous men. Raven’s face darkened, her expression unreadable, emotionless, but the aura around her screamed unfriendly and volatile. It was so thick on the air by the time the instigator reached her table that you could choke on it if you weren’t careful. The thin film of red light cast her pale skin in a crimson glow, a flicker of red reflecting in the depths of her icy eyes. The closer he got, the more fire went into the aura that enveloped the box. Being within a ten foot radius of Raven at that moment would have given anyone chills. She was not a happy girl. He finally stopped about two feet away from her and addressed her in a relatively nonthreatening tone. She sat with her feet propped up on the table, unmoving, the slow rise and fall of her chest as she breathed barely, if at all noticeable. Her eyes were locked on his, unblinking as a slow, calculated smile turned the corners of her mouth. Barely. Look down. She dared him in her thoughts to move his eyes from hers. Go ahead, look down. I won’t bite.... much. She fixed her gaze on the eyes behind his mask, challenging him. She almost wished he’d figure her as any other girl who flirts and teases. That was her game at places like this. She’d set the ignorant boys up for certain failure and a lot of pain. And for the majority of the time, it worked. After all... at places like this, they were used to getting handouts from pretty girls. She had a sort of staring contest with him until he was finished addressing her. No peeking. Damn. She’d have to find another way, then... Business, was it? She lowered her feet to the floor and crossed one ankle over the other with her legs stretched out and the heel of one boot resting on the floor. Nodding to the bartender that was closest to her, she tilted her head towards the newcomer and raised an eyebrow. The bartender, who had obviously been listening in, shuffled off to find the guest a chair. Returning her gaze to the boy, Raven finally spoke. “The bartender will find you a chair so that you don’t have to sit on the floor.” A glimmer of unexpressed mirth brought to life the silver in her eyes as she studied the stranger’s face. He would have been welcome to sit, of course. If he could find a chair. She only kept one back in her corner for a reason. It was to discourage company. This one was either not smart enough to get the hint, or was resilient. Maybe both. Raven leaned forward in her chair, propping her elbows up on the edge of the table, lacing her fingers together, and setting her chin carefully on top. She looked graceful, delicate, even. Until you looked into those tell-tale eyes. They had bloody murder written all over them. It’s a good thing that your eyes aren’t really a window to your soul. Raven’s was a lot darker than she was putting it off as. Her next words dropped out of her mouth like silk. Quiet, tempting. But there was an edge like a knife somewhere in all those lies of gentleness. She was baiting him on. “Before you even start to mention this ‘business’ of yours, tell me how you know my name, since I don’t recall ever meeting you before. I find it quite suspicious that a hooded stranger should approach me without first offering an introduction or even expressing the simple courtesy of at least showing his face.” Pausing, Raven tilted her head slightly to one side, the glimmer in her eyes dying out, the darker recesses of her irises giving them a more menacing feel. “I think introductions are in order first. Beyond that, I won’t talk business with a stranger who’s face is hidden from me.” Raven remained where she was, still, waiting for him to comply or leave. She didn’t like the idea of talking business with someone she couldn’t identify and hunt down later. That... would be bad for business. |
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| Icarus | Dec 31 2005, 01:50 AM Post #5 |
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Now, see, at this point, I would've told him to do as she says before he gets stabbed and no one cares. Still, I can only say what happened. Mirakel nodded curtly and gestured for the bartender, who was watching their entire conversation, to bring him a chair. The whole time, he'd presented only his front to Raven. He knew that trust was a bad thing, but showing your back to someone who could throw a knife like her was even more imbecilic. Brandon, the bartender, seemed suprised that he wasn't yet dead. He knew she was playing games with him when he first walked up. Her situation in that chair made her trap too obvious. I tell everyone, "He's impetuous and reckless, but he's not stupid." He kept his eyes where chivalry, sanity, and common sense dictated, firmly on her face. His snow white eyes met her steely gaze without flinching, and his stance was firm and unbending. He wasn't like other guys. His experiences had prevented him from keeping any fear he might have. The memories he harbored made death a certanty, nothing he would shy from. It what made him such a perfect shinobi. Whether in light or shadow, he was invisible, and unafraid of anything. Even his own death. Returning his face to her own, he looked her square in the eye before setting himself in the chair. His knees were bent at an angle setting his ankles beneath him. It allowed for quick movement, in any direction. He lifted his hand, and pulled the hood down off of his pale skin. His nose registered the strong odor of alcohol, obviously a proof the bar wouldn't normally carry. She brought her own... smart. Prevent someone from poisoning her. If anyone were stupid enough to try it that is. He's impetuous and reckless, but he's not stupid. "Please, Mistress Raven, your reputation preceeds you. I am informed that you weild a blade with uncanny accuracy." He turned slightly to indicate the spiral on the dart board. "And I am not disappointed. I know of you only through hearsay and what those too frightened to speak ill of you will tell. I am here to see if your talents are on par with what those frightened mice squeak about." He leaned back in his chair, about to reveal information she has never known. "My name is Mirakel. Mirakel Tarashka. My skills are unique in a school filled with others of extraordinary abilities. Much like your own, at least those you choose to reveal. I have a business proposition for you, if you care to listen to a tale that must remain between the two of us at any time. Should one of us die, then oh well. If its you, my secret remains as it is. If its me... then I really don't care, do I?" ................ The man is an imbecile. A total idiot. I've always said as much. He raised an eyebrow. "Are yo interested? I would make sure your services are hansomely rewarded." |
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| Exsanguis Mors | Jan 6 2006, 05:22 PM Post #6 |
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Raising his brow he watched the interaction from a distance. He smirked and reached in his cloak and drew a tanto from a smooth black lacquor sheath and slammed it into the table infront of him. He turned his back to the bar to finish his drink with a sigh and waiting then for a moment. He pulled the knife from the table and disappeared into the crowd. Never taking his eyes from her he suddenly raised his hand with the tanto and with a sharp jerk the knife did a lazy arch and buried into the dart board, knocking one of the knives out as it wedged in just high of the bull's eye. He broke then from where he stood in the crowd to one of the tables near by to see his work. Acting very non-challaunt [sp?] about doing this, he took a seat then out in the open and placed his hand upon his thigh and leaned on it almost mocking the situation. He stared silently at the board for a moment and then at Raven and her guest. He tilted his head slightly as he looked at her and smirked. He knew what he was doing, whether or not people noticed at all was a judgement call he made. Of course he didn't care that he interrupted but he was polite enough to wait. [ooc: kinda short as I am short on time.] |
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| Icarus | Jan 7 2006, 07:04 PM Post #7 |
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Mirakel's eye twitched. He hated being interrupted. He raised his arm, pointing his flat palm at the dart board. A tendril of energy shot out of his hand and wrapped around the hilt of the knife. It was carried quickly to the other person, and immediately began to carve something in the bar surface. After it had finished, it slammed into the bar, burying the tip deep into the woodwork just behind the last word. "You can wait" Mirakel sighed in annoyance. People. |
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| FlameDarkfire | Jan 11 2006, 08:48 PM Post #8 |
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The night was young, the breeze was cool, and there were crickets chirping in the grass as Flame walked toward the rumored student underground. With his daggers sharpened and a fresh magazine in both guns, he was ready to piss someone off. Just as soon as he had something to drink. His sandals flopped on the stone floor as the sound reverberated around him in the stone passage. At least the bar lived up to it’s name, it was indeed underground. As he came up to the steel door a bouncer impeded his path with a hand that could have easily crushed a ham. "I don't like how you look," he said gruffly. Flame smiled genially as he stepped up to the man, fully a head taller and nearly twice as wide as him, and said, "I don't think you'd win any beauty pageants either, but we have a common interest. I'm sure you don't want me to shoot you as much as I don't want to pull this trigger," Flame said as he pressed his PPK into the man's stomach, "So what do you say?" "Welcome sir, please enjoy yourself," the bouncer replied as he opened the door. "There’s a good chap," Flame said as he lowered the pistol, but didn't put it away. Inside the music was blaring at a volume that was probably unsuitable for human hearing. People dancing created an impenetrable wall blocking Flame's path to the bar beyond. Despite that, he waded in. After being bumped, jostled, slapped, and groped numerous times in inappropriate places, he finally made it out of the mass of sweating bodies. Breathing in the stale, but noticeably cooler air around there, Flame took a stool as he watched some shifty looking guy carve up the end of the bar with a knife, only he used some form of ninjitsu. Flame cocked his pistol, then turned around to face the bartender, who was wiping the bar with a rag. "Rough night?" Flame asked casually, setting his gun on the bar. Fights must have been common here, because the bartender didn't even look at it. "Not really. Can I get you anything?" the man asked. Flame laughed and replied, "Not much for bullshit are you? I'll have a screwdriver." As the bartender bustled to make his drink, Flame turned to watch the dancers. His gaze soon turned to a corner, where the guy he saw before was sitting with a rather uninhibited young lady. Then he noticed the dartboard with an armory’s worth of knives stuck in it. As the bartender set down a martini glass filled Flame asked, “Who are they over there in the corner?” while flicking his gun in that direction. “The girl talking with the shady character.” “Don’t know the boy, but that’s mistress Raven he’s talking with. You don’t want to fuck with her if you can’t help it. I’m surprised he’s lived this long.” “Sounds like a party,” Flame replied as he took a sip of his drink. “Not bad.” “Skyy Vodka and Florida’s Best Orange Juice,” the bartender said. “I prefer Smirnoff myself. Oh well, still pretty good.” He continued to sip his beverage as he watched the pair and some joker who obviously had a death wish, his free hand gripping his PPK tightly. |
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| Exsanguis Mors | Jan 13 2006, 01:30 AM Post #9 |
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Smirking he placed his hand upon the handle of his tanto and ran his hand over the table where the marks had been carved. Only to watch them disappear under the searing heat from his hand. Shen narrowed his eyes and drew a wooden accupucture needle out and with a sharp flick it found itself in the side of the table they were using. Shen merely began cleaning his nails with the tip of the tanto and ignored the foolish student's remark but he did not pay too much heed to what he wrote. Indeed he was informal but he didn't care, and like most women she could always ignore the happenings, but he had a strong hunch she would react to this. Shen then looked to see another get in by bullying this way in with a westerners weapon. He strongly disliked firearms but at least this new comer did not step in as boldly as he did himself. Which was smart on his end, yes keep to yourself...he thought as he watched him take a seat at the bar. Shen leaned back in his char and the already obvious katanas became even more apparent. Not to mention the other assorted weapons he had on hand at the moment, he was a collector and most of his collection he did not buy. He took it by force. |
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| Elawei Ayohuhisdi | Jan 15 2006, 07:36 PM Post #10 |
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At the mentioning of business, Raven's interest was piqued. Money wasn't an issue, since she had lived long enough to horde away enough to suit her, but the prospect of a challenge she found far more appealing. At the precise moment the stranger at the bar's dagger hit the board and not a fragment of a second later, Raven closed her eyes, her chin still resting on her laced fingers and, ignored the gesture for attention from the man. She knew what he was the instant he entered the bar. He didn't need to be dramatic to get her attention. She was planning on addressing the issue he posed upon encroaching on her territory after she was done talking to Mirakel. Opening her eyes, she stared straight at Mirakel, intense and uncomfortably direct. Her mouth parted for an answer, as she did have every intention of replying, but before she got a word out, a noise brought her attention to the side of the table. Her head didn't even rotate on her hands, but her gaze moved to the needle protruding from the wood. Without a word, Raven closed her mouth and stood up, traveling to the dartboard in a few fluid movements and removing her dislodged knife from the ground. Whirling around, she sent the dagger in a scarcely arcing line towards the one who threw the needle. The dagger was a brief flash of silver through the crowd and the sharp noise of it connecting with wood echoed back to confirm the hit. Raven hadn't even paused after she threw it, but started towards the antagonist with a swaying stride, a dark energy pooling around her, seeping from her skin and making her aura flash with rage and so much hidden power. She had to be every day as old as he was, and he had the gall to play around with her! A large drunken man found himself crashing into a table when he stumbled into Raven's path, but the angry she-elf sidian was only concerned with one thing at the moment. She parted the rest of the crowd like a hot knife through butter, everyone smart enough drawing back and dragging those who weren't with them. Finding herself within spitting distance of the man, she didn't give a pause before she was on him. The dagger had bit deep into his chair, a healthy piece of his clothing pinned with it. Taking a hold of the dagger, she gripped it solidly in one hand. The knife was stuck in so far that the tip nearly protruded from the back of the chair. Leaning her face right in next to his ear, Raven whispered a few words into his ear that no one in the bar with a human ear could have heard. "Touch my fucking dart board again and you buy me a new one. Throw a needle at me again, and I'll rip the scales off your scrawny hide and take it out in blood- talon for talon. Now. Fuck off or wait your turn." Putting her boot on the man's shoulder, drawing her arm back in a sharp movement, and kicking the chair off at the same time, the knife came out with a groan of protest from the board, the chair tipping backward and crashing to the floor. Scowling, Raven turned and stalked back over to her table. dropping back into her chair. "Now... as I was about to say. I'm going to need more details before I'll agree to anything. Give me those, and I'll give you an answer." OOC: Sorry for the short post- I need to take care of a few things and posting is relatively low on my priority list. I did get it in, though. Cudos for me. Let's all hope my internet stays working this time around. |
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| Exsanguis Mors | Jan 15 2006, 08:02 PM Post #11 |
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Beautiful, he thought as the blade arched almost in slow motion towards him. he could have avoided it but where would the fun be at that? He looked her over as she moved towards him. There...he thought, she was alittle junior to him but none the less, she was close. He glanced at the dagger and smirked, "Pretty..." he smirked and as she spoke to him, she was good to recognize another dragon, though he was a much greater dragon in size. he let her fume off and his expression was 'lax. He couldn't help but look up along her leg as she placed it upon his shoulder. He couldn't help it, it had been a long tie since he saw another dragon. Feeling the knife give way, the legs of the chair went to either side of his. Though he did not move much the blow that he sent to the chair caused the chair to break apart from the sheer force of its rotation. He was surprised to see a dragon among the people of this planet so openly, but his concerns would be covered later. He stared at her silently, feeling no embrassment or anger, his own power caused the floor to creek as the floor bent down slightly. The very air thinned about him as he spoke, "What's a dart board worth that can't be replaced, like most instruments of this world, and what scales could you tear from me as I am? What is the worth of your own scales to you if you walk as a human?" his baratoned accent seeming amused. He watched Raven closely as she were closer to him, tilting his head as he plucked his tanto from the table and sheathed it. Holding it loosely in his hand he looked at the boy and flashed a quick wink at him. What did he care of business on this world? His tea and rock garden seemed more apealling then business, even though death was his business, and not to get him wrong business was good. [ooc: something simple.] |
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| FlameDarkfire | Jan 15 2006, 10:22 PM Post #12 |
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Dragons, he should have known. Unfortunately the situation needed a little, diffusing. Of course, Flame wouldn't be the one to do that, not yet at least. Until they directly affected him, it was their business whether or not they liked each other. "Bartend, I'll have another one," he said as he finished his screwdriver, "and this time use Smirnoff." The bartender brought a fresh drink as Flame checked the magazine in his PPK and loosened his Desert Eagle in its holster. He usually went for simplicity over power; why cut someone's head off when you could stick them in the heart with a knife? And why shoot them with a .50 caliber gun when a .380 auto will do the job? Still, some things required more force, like dragon hide. Every other bullet is a tracer. Flame smiled as he drank. He decided to keep spectating, but still kept the 9mm out and ready, just in case. |
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| Icarus | Jan 16 2006, 10:53 PM Post #13 |
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Mirakel kept his gaze on the spot she'd been sitting, so his face was still on hers when she returned. "I am having a problem of security. In order to fully understand, I need to explain some things to you." ((explains history about the facility and its blowing up)) "Now, to the relevant part. I thought that I was the only thing to escape the facility alive. I was wrong. Another genetic experiment was released onto a test range just before it exploded, and now it is lose." Mirakel slowly reached into his chest pocket, producing a photograph of it. Its pale white skin and bald head were pale in the moonlight. One could see a single glowing red eye as its head was turned away. It had leathery wings of white color, perhaps a wingspan of ten, twelve feet. as well as a slight tail, maybe three feet long. Its legs were double jointed like a raptor's, and its fingers seemed to be a little too long. "This is what it looks like with nothing to blend against. Its vulnerable like this. If it manages to blend into an environment, it changes completely, the ultimate preadator." Now to send in an enticement. "No one, none of our smartest, cleverest, strongest hunters could defeat it. It's genetic template came from humans... and bestial dragons. Modified, it can change shape to suit it's terrain, move at amazing speeds, and is impenetrable to anything but the shaprest blades and fastest projectiles. Now, as for you, I need your help to hunt it. It's in the nearby woods, and I can't go after it alone." He leaned back and handed her another photo, this time of something that looked completely different. It was lithe like a panther, but its skin was greenish brown, its head like a dragons, but it moved like a feline. Each of its three tails were barbed, and glistening with some kind of toxin. "It can see in the dark, even better during the day, and moves faster than fear. It can learn and adapt faster than anything known to heaven and hell, and never makes a mistake twice. Its more deadly than indecision, and stronger than the maws of hell. Normally, I would do it alone, but with its toxin it can paralyze instantly. Its only weakness is that, after its toxin takes effect, it must immediately either devour its victim, or kill it. For some odd reson it can do nothing else. With a partner, if one of us is taken down then the other finishes it off. The poison becomes inactive after fifteen minutes." He smirked slightly. "The ultimate combination. A crafty hunter, a viscious prey. Are you interested?" |
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| Elawei Ayohuhisdi | Jan 28 2006, 08:48 AM Post #14 |
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Yeah, Raven heard what the other dragon had to say, but decided to ignore it. He knew what she meant, and if he was even half as intelligent as he pretended to be, he'd stop at the smartass remarks and wait patiently. After all, he had eternity, didn't he? At least... unless he pissed her off. Keeping her eyes on Mirakel, but leaving her attention segmented, split between him and the slightly overzealous dragon behind her, she leaned back in the chair. Business. It was always business. She listened patiently and took the two photos when they were offered. Raising an eyebrow, she scanned the images twice over, paying closer attention to the second photo. "Damn... they don't get much uglier than that." Reaching to the edge of the table and grabbing the black bottle off of it, she continued to eye the photos while she took a drink. The content of the bottle was a deep amber, dulled down a bit by a slight grayish tinge. The smell of it was intoxicating and one sip would be enough to send fire ripping down your throat. A little bit of spice and the faint trace of something sweet, but the whole experience was comparable to drinking liquid flame. Raven's two full gulps of the stuff was like swallowing molten lava. There were reasons no one ever stole Raven's alcohol. The smell alone would probably kill them. A taste would give their entire GI tract a third degree burn or worse. Flicking the two photos down onto the table so that they skidded into Mirakel, Raven leaned with one arm on the table and fixed him with an uncomfortably stoic stare. "You want to be bait? That's your prerogative. But I don't hunt for free, and I don't hunt for cheap. What's the bounty?" Raven never blinked the entire time, but while she spoke, the pupils in her eyes constricted, becoming more like a football on end, then narrowing to thin, catlike slits amidst the cold metallic gray. In all of two seconds, the humanity in her eyes had melted out into something considerably more feral. Something bestial and exotic... foreign. This girl didn't do party tricks lightly, and this was one that would scare the shit out of anything less than someone who's seen it all. It was a way of warning- something along the lines of, "You'd better pay me, and pay me well, because if you've been wasting my time..... you don't want me to finish that sentence." One blink and her eyes were back to normal. A brief reminder of just who and what this guy was hiring. She only played with the big boys, and god help those that weren't and tried to be. |
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| Icarus | Jan 28 2006, 04:50 PM Post #15 |
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Here was where things got tricky. To some, the reward might not be worth it, but to others, the reward was worth three of these jobs. Mirakel wasn't interested in it when he first found it, as the only things he wanted to know wasn't worth the effort of using it. "The reward, Miss Raven, derives its worth like so many other things. With your preceeding reputation, I am sure that you already hold a vast amount of wealth for you to hang over the heads of others. I personally, have no needs of such amount of monies. My needs are far more basic, and in essence I can get by, contentedly, with much less." He leaned forward on his elbows, noticing the smell of her drink. It hit him with the force of an avalanche, but he'd been hit with worse things. "Prey such as this, with a hunter such as yourself, require a payment of equal standings. What do you and this creature have in common? The exact same thing that I intended to pay you with. There are onlly one in the entire world." He reached into his shirt and pulled out a small pendant. It hung on a gold chain, and it seemed to be made of crystal. However, within it's translucent depths, an inner light could be seen glowing with a multicolored light. It had a shape not unlike a multifaceted diamond, and it refracted the dim light of the corner with the brilliance of a rainbow. Upon closer inspection, one owuld find that is wasn't actually connected to the chain, rather it hovered a few milimeters away from it, but never any further. "Miss Raven, this was developed by a rival nation within the facility, and there were ever only three made, as they required vast amounts of energy to create. After the first was created, the scientists got greedy and tried to make two at once. The experiment failed as the required energy didn't double, but rather squared and plunged the world into blackout that lasted an hour. Without the necessary energy, the crystals simply never formed, and this one was stolen during the loss of security in the blackout. Now, this is left and there is no chance of ever making another one." He set it on the table for her to handle. "Its codename was Project Libro, and it is called a Codex Ultima. Within it, there contains the knowledge of the universe. Ask it a question, and it will answer it. Here is the kicker though, it can only be used once, and even then, only during the day." He looked into her eyes, not flinching when her eyes shifted, her certainly didn't flinch now. "That is what I am offering. It is your choice, and I shall not be dissapointed if you say no. That is your choice, and I shall never approach you again." |
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