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Post by David on Sept 26, 2009 0:01:49 GMT -5
"Ah...fresh air at last." Vergil said to himself as he left the Apartment. It was around twelve midnight so he was sure to bring his katana with him. Ah yes, 'Yanmato', the sword he recieved from his father that was used by his great grandfather a long time ago. Its handle was ivory and pearled mixed together with a very strong metal for the blade. It was safely tucked under his trench coat as he headed up the road.
"I just hope I have no trouble tonight..." he said to himself again, knowing that in his five hundred years of living he usually found trouble whenever he didn't want to find it. Passing a large club that had some loud music playing which caught his attention for a moment as he listened, nodding his head softly to the beat until it changed tunes and he resumed his walk, looking around the city. In his mind he was thinking about how many vampires and humans were walking side by side at the moment and yet they didn't look different at all from one another yet they were fighting.
The thought caused him to stop a moment as he looked down, this war was really pointless. He was just glad he had a position of power so he could help his comrades as much as he could even though he had to keep himself undercover at all times. Finally after a moment or two he felt a soft patter of rain fall upon his hair as he stared up at the sky as the rain quickly turned to a down poor, his spiked up hair now falling down to touch his shoulders as he sighed and started to walk with a small smile on his face, "Well...I love the rain too." he said as he turned down an alleyway to find another way to get to another club that was about two blocks away when he felt someone was starting to follow as he kept his normal pace, not wanting them to know he knew they were there.
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Post by The Blood Countess on Sept 27, 2009 1:34:00 GMT -5
 God is empty, just like me.------------------------------------ The night was so peaceful but that seemed to be a mere facade the ignorant humans see. Evenings always sought to bring out mankind's inner desires that remained locked away, the sun somehow being a shackle. Under the light of day...anyone can see anything. Is that why people feared to do things during the sun's reign? In the cloak of darkness, untold sins could remain hidden from prying senses if done properly. Yet, even then, precautions must be taken...especially for night-walkers.
The sun was not a shackle but a double-edged sword seeking to strike them down! Would a night-walker DARE to reveal themselves to humans in daylight? Good heavens no! That would be the work of someone who had gone mad...or one who had too much confidence sitting on weak shoulders. If one had strong shoulders, then congratulations to them, they lived long enough to discover power in its rawest form.
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A female clothed in black calmly walked through the rain whilst holding an umbrella over her head. Normally, she wouldn't mind getting soaked, but disliked the feeling of clothing sticking to her flesh. Damn you mother nature and your mood swings. The weather was supposed to be promising for my stroll. Ah well, beggers can't be choosers.
Without realizing it, The Countess was following a male towards a club, but her destination was going to be elsewhere. There was a park not too far off, and she did enjoy sitting on a swing while contemplating on future goals. I'm trying, my beloved, I'm trying so hard to bring the Court back! But dammit all it's hard going it without you. He had many connections, more than she ever did, so how shall she revive what he started? This was going to take a lot of thought. |
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Post by Winter on Sept 27, 2009 17:46:00 GMT -5
" Sorry, no freaks tonight." The heavy set, broad shouldered bouncer grunted, crossing his arms over his deep chest. His slighter built comrade smirked, spitting to the side and sweeping a hand through his corn-row style haircut. " A freak? Whatever do you mean?" The particuarly offended vampire asked. While one might see the bouncers point. With skin the colour of ivory and hair as white as virgin snow he wasn't exactly a normal looking fellow. What might have been the straw that broke the camels back however was the fact the fellow was dressed in a full formal S.S uniform. A dark dress shirt aand smart ( yet practical) combat trousers under a large, heavy black trench coat buttoned neatly before him, complete with jack boots and a black, peaked cap with an imperial eagle set just above his brow. The iron cross dangling just before his throat. The only thing he lacked was the swatika arm-band ( Somthing he had rejected just before the end of the war that brought the symbol so much infamy.) His hands were gloved in soft leather and hung loose by his sides.
" As in, No Cos-play and no weird fuckin' cos-play. Now get the fuck outta here before I catch somthing off you." The smaller of the two commented. Sneering at the vampire who merely rolled his shoulders in a shrug. " Perhaps if I was to ask again ever so sweetly.." He never finished his sentance as the larger bouncer stepped forward and flicked his hat off, the thing landing eagle first on the ground. " Very well." Swifter than a striking snake Winters gloved hand lashed out, the fingers lancing into the soft throat of the smaller man. Upon contact the fellows eyes bulged and his hands scrambled for his throat. Turning int othe large man Winter grabbed the fellows groin in a crushing, vice grip and twisted. The sound that emitted may have -in other circumstances- sounded comical.
" Allow me to rephrase my question. Please may I enter your fine drinking establishment and enjoy my evening. I would most apprecitive if you would allow me to be on my merry way, good sir. May I?" The grip on the mans small organs tightened. He could not speak, snot dribbled from his nose and tears rolled down his cheeks. He merely gave a weak nod before Winter released him. " Kind of you gentlemen. However I feel our disagreement has left me in a sullen mood. Perhaps another time. Good evening to you." Turning smoothly Winter smiled at the next in line which happened to be a male in his late teens before leaning over and picking up his hat. Dusting it off he replaced it carefully on his head, brushing long strands of white hair over his shoulders to hang just above his waist as he did.
Turning he strolled across the road, his hands behind his back towards an alleywaay just as a fellow holding a sword -what appeared to be a katana similer to a Japanese officers if not somwhat more artisticly crafted- hanging by his side. An unusual thing for a man to carry in broad moonlight. Whistling to himself Winter smiled and nodded as he went to pass the fellow. Walking on past him he encountered another woman, pretty if not apparently lost in thought. He tipped his hat to her politely before pausing just as the pair passed by. Turning he called after them both. " I wouldn't reccomend the venue ahead. Seems to be a private function this evening."
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Post by David on Sept 28, 2009 17:31:04 GMT -5
Vergil watched as the first figure move into view, seeing it was a lovely woman who seemed to have alot on her mind but she seemed to be no threat to him so he let her through with no questions asked. Sighing, he leaned up against a building as the rain fell, feeling it tap against his skin as he heard yet another person, this time a man. He seemed to be having a good night for himself, saying nothing as he walked by but he turned and spoke to them saying, " I wouldn't reccomend the venue ahead. Seems to be a private function this evening." He nodded towards him with his young yet ancient eyes as he concentrated a thin hint of magic, to thin to be seen as rubbed it through his hair as the wet long hair quickly dried itself and respiked in its fixed position.
Turning around and heading a couple steps in the opposite direction of them both he left spoke aloud for the man to hear particularly, "I'm not thirsty...." and turned the corner, sighing as he passed a small steam vent that was in the ground and his shadow could only be seen on the other side as he walked.
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Post by The Blood Countess on Sept 29, 2009 15:06:05 GMT -5
(Unfortunately, II cannot conjure up anything good, so, just say she continued on and POOFed into da night  *poof*) |
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