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Posted by Fizzbot-Jp on 21.08.2003 at 04:25 PM:

 

"Are you serious? You want us to take down The Butcher himself? Its crazy... but I'd do anything to get my father's smithy up and running again. Im in, but uh... dont you think that you should know a little bit more about us before you send us on a suicide mission? You know, see if we have what it takes? Like I said, Im in, and once we get rid of Lord Narr, I want you to get me the necissary equipment to get my dad's smithy running again. Oh... and sorry about the whole stealing your stuff thing... its just that good weapons fetch a good price."


Posted by Sokket on 21.08.2003 at 04:34 PM:

 

"Hey, give me a little credit. If there's one thing I wont do, it's waste lives. You'll receive more information and... extra training should you need it when I have the group together. Trust me on this one. And I don't think we'll have any problems with your da's smithy. We could get a whole line up if you want it."
This time there were no lies in Verai's statements, and it gave him a warm fuzzy feeling. He signalled a waitress who looked as if at one time she'd been a man.
"Another round of drinks for my friends here."
"Aye, sir. That'll be 10 diir."
He flipped her a 20 peice and waited for the drinks. Or more questions or whatever. Whichever came first.


Posted by Author X on 21.08.2003 at 04:35 PM:

 

Vulcan smiled, "Well, I've got an easy life, if a calm one... I suppose if you can find a powerful enough healer to get this wound sealed up before we go, or at least some damned powerful anesthetic, we can call it even. You'd be surprised how inconvenient it can be for a paralyzed man to be immobile. You see, it all started years ago, when I was-" he noticed they were staring at him with some annoyance, as were several other regular patrons of the bar who had that knew the tale several times over. "Ah, right, deal now, life story later."


Posted by Sokket on 21.08.2003 at 05:12 PM:

 

"Yess... deal." Verai took off his sunglasses and fiddled with them a bit before setting them down, exposing his cybernetic eye and it's eerie reddish golden glow that matched color to his real one, and staring into Vulcan's own eyes. "So tell me... you seem to be a fairly powerfull mage, what's your price?"


Posted by Fizzbot-Jp on 21.08.2003 at 05:14 PM:

 

"Eh heh... sorry about that... by the way, I dont think any of us know each others names. Im Axel... well, thats not my real name but thats what I go by." Axel is distacted by Wulfen's arm which is moving just fine now, he looks down at the symbols carved on the table. "Those symbols are part of the reason your arm is moving now aren't they?" Axel then remembers the knife in his back. "Uh... would any of you mind getting that out of my back? It's kind of annoying and painful to have it scraping against bone whenever I move my shoulder. I wouldnt mind having a healer myself..."


Posted by Sokket on 21.08.2003 at 05:18 PM:

 

Verai glared at Axel. "You'll have my name when business is done. But keep the knife in, it's stopping the bloodflow." He looked back at Vulcan, "So... what'll it be?"


Posted by Author X on 21.08.2003 at 06:56 PM:

 

"Well, as I think said, I won't be much use until I can't feel my leg, the pain pretty much renders my magic useless at this point. That, and some crates of circuitry I can build electronics with, and we'll call it even."


Posted by Sokket on 21.08.2003 at 09:38 PM:

 

Verai almost rolled his eyes, but it would have been bad for business. Instead he continued. "The healing was a given from the start," He glanced at Axel, "In both cases. I'm called Verai, and as I said before, you'll get your payment upon completion. Not that anything will be starting untill we get a full team..." He passed a little peice of paper with one of his addresses on it to each of them as the 'waitress' got back with their drinks. "Meet me here tomorrow. I'll be leaving now." And he did just that, questions could wait, and he had business to attend to. He wasn't going to fail his current client, they had a... history. And he wanted to clean up a little before meeting the person his employer was sending along, so it was actually a party of seven, not six. But the others didn't need to know that yet.

Despite the drizzle, Verai felt like he really needed a shower...


Posted by Author X on 22.08.2003 at 01:19 AM:

 

Vulcan took his shot from the tray, and downed it immediately. "Well, I'm Vulcan, by the way." He smirked, "Or some might say Hephæstos for short. Anyway, I'm feeling a bit better, I should be off." He, using the term loosely, stood, supported largely by the now-hovering belt. He pulled the edge of the robe down, unsticking the drying blood and adjusting it so his legs were no longer visible at all "I should be fine until tomorrow, so you don't have to worry."
"We weren't going to."
...
"Er... so... see you then, I guess." He left, moving the same way he had originally entered, but considerably more slowly and carefully. Just as he was about to pass through the door, his rapier flew from Axel's grasp back to his belt.


Posted by Corvus on 22.08.2003 at 03:06 AM:

 

Wulfen smirked at the interest Axel showed in the runes and markings,pointing his finger at one he turned his attention to the young man.

"none of these are what healed my arm,however this one is quite helpful to prevent itching,this one is a protection charm though I have rarely got a chance to test it"

"what about that one?"

"ah...well that was just a doodle,it is hard to keep ones full attention in a noisey tavern"


Posted by Witchblade on 22.08.2003 at 06:35 PM:

 

OOC: I guess a late entrance is better than no entrance at all...


A lone figure walked through the streets, her destination was unknown, even within her own mind. She was just a wanderer, never really needing anything, never really wanting anything, but tonight she seemed to be guided somewhere. Or it could just be the fact that she was bored out of her mind. Things had been going slowly between cities, and after doign much wandering and finding nothing interesting in any of them, she thought it might just be a waste of time to even stay here. But where else was she to go.

Taking in a deep breath, she whipped her hand through her long silver hair then letting out a light sigh her eyes scanned the area she was in from under the light blue shades they hid behind. A tavern was not too far from her current position, perhaps a drink would be in order for her.

Bringing her hand down from her hair, she pulled on her leather collar, figetting as she contemplated whether or not she should go in. Sticking the thumb of both her hands through the loops of her white khaki's she decided it wouldn't be too much trouble to just go in and have afew drinks. She was just hoping that none of the guys in there would get any kind of frisky with her, for they would regret it dearly.

Running the fingers of her one hand along the white leather belt that passed down from the top of her hip on one side to the bottom on the opposite, an over three foot oriental sword and sheathe rested at the end, the weapon she'd used to sedate the last man who tried something on her. Though she had other weapons, like the dagger strapped to her upper right arm, her oriental sword was her favourite. Even though she had to use her crossbow, which was strapped to her leg more often.

Pushing past the recessed of her mind and back into reality, she made her way over to the tavern and pushed open the door. The immediate sound and smell of humans, alcohol and smoke was washed down upon her. She was already beginning to dread this, perhaps she should just go back into the street? Nope, her feet were already moving along the hollow ground towards the bar where she planted her bottom on a chair and motion to the bar tender.

"Bloody Mary." She said to him as she slipped him a few coins.

Then she crossed her legs and turned about in her chair, leaning her back against the bar as she proded the area from beneath her lenses, looking about at all the faces.


Posted by Corvus on 22.08.2003 at 06:59 PM:

 

"so,you can teach me?"

Closing his eyes in thought for a moment Wulfen finally answered Axel.

"I will ask you one question,how long do you think it took me to obtain my level of power?"

"ummm..."

"81 years,3 months and 4 days precisely,the road of my art is long and arduos boy,it is not for those who have attachments to this world"

"oh..."

"Well...maybe learning a few of the more simpler techniques will start you on your path,just be careful how you tread,this shall get you started"

Reaching into his robes he pulled out a hastily leather bound bundle of papers and torn pages,setting it in front of Axel he swiftly moved his hand across the wax seal pushed into the leather,snapping it open.As Axel looked at the myriad of pages another problem arose.

"I...can`t read this,what language is it?"

"the language of the mind,it took me many a year to unlock the secret of those pages,only when your mind is willing to accept the changes that will occur in your life from the recitement of these passages will it allow you to understand it"

Looking over at the new arrival in the bar Wulfen gave another hacking cough and returned his gaze to his book,he had read it over many times before but a little memorising never hurt.


Posted by Fizzbot-Jp on 23.08.2003 at 11:18 AM:

 

"The language of the mind. I... I will try to understand, thank you." Axel then turns his head towards the new arrival.
"ooooh..." He thought about going over there but then thought against the idea. Women in these parts didnt go into a bar to be picked up, and men with knives in their backs and many previous convictions for stealing, usually arent the dates these women want. Axel turns his head back to Wulfen and the small bundle of paper.
" So... It took you 81 years to learn what you have already, exactly how old are you? If you dont mind me asking of course. " Axel inquires while studying the small bundle of papers before him.


Posted by Corvus on 23.08.2003 at 02:58 PM:

 

"Now if I went and told you that you`d know just how much one can learn"

"oh.."

"but I`ll tell you one thing,age is no obstacle to a master of this art..hmm"

Looking at the woman at the bar Wulfen smirked slightly.

Hmm,such a woman in a place like this,I wonder how many weapons and sharp objects she has concealed on that..young..gah get a grip Satoshi I`m no looker anymore,hmm nothing to do but head to the hovel

"well youngster I must take my leave now,don`t get frustrated when the pages do not accept you immediately,it shall take time"

Getting up Wulfen limped over to the bar,having a quick banter with the bartender he was given a bottle of some alcohol.Paying from a cloth bag his bandaged hands scooped up the wine bottle,quickly disappearing among the folds of his robe and limped back out,looking at the small card he had been given.

"hmmm...not that far from where I am"


Posted by Witchblade on 23.08.2003 at 04:31 PM:

 

Her eyes were stationed on a group of people as her drink was placed on the counter behind her, she could hear the glass hit lightly against the wood, something which was easy for her hearing to pick up. Turning about slightly in her chair, she scooped her dirnk up in her hand and took a few sips of it, testing to see it if was actually any good or not, which it was. Most of the bars didn't make it to her tastes, but she was glad that this one did, she couldn't have gone on in this place without something alcoholic in her system. She was not an alcoholic herself, she just really needed a drink after a long, long day.

Taking a deep mouth full of the blood red liquid, she placed the cup back on the counter, still more than three quarter ways full. Then she placed her back to the bar once again, she liked sitting this way, she could get a feel for the room and know if anything was about to approach her. Course she ahd her own deffenses, though she'd had to leave the majority of her weapons when she'd first entered this place, an amount no one could fathom, were concealed about her person, just waiting for a use. Woman had more hiding places than men did, she knew this for a fact.

Though the noise within the bar was deafening, she was able to pick and choose which conversations she wanted to listen too over everyones elses voices within the crowd. Right now, she was spying on a few people seated around a talble, though only two of them were really active in a conversation. They were talking about the learning of some magic tricks and some book that was placed in front of one of them. It was the most interesting conversation going on right now, but it didn't interest her that much at all. She had her own magic, unique to her person. Plus she had other attributes that had been a burden at first, but she had not mastered.

She then caught the eyes of one of them looking at her and his thoughts suddenly came in a rush into her head, even as she tried to force them out. That was the last technique she needed to get under control, and possibly the most annoying. Luckily for her, it only occured when eye contact with someone was made, which she quickly broke before she even had the chance to pick out what he was thinking about. She didn't want to know.

Then, he suddenly got up from his chair and started heading towards the bar, he went to the barkeep not too far from where she sat and whispered to him something then he began to limp away and out of the tavern. Well, that still lefta few people at the table, perhaps she should join them? Or maye wait to see what happens. There was nothing interesting going on, but she had a feeling they were up to something.


Posted by Sokket on 23.08.2003 at 04:56 PM:

 

Verai hung up the phone and walked out of the booth in the rear of the bar. All contacts would be made, now he had time for a quick shower and a little relaxing before he arranged to meet his clients other... hired help.

As he walked past the bar however he noticed... someone in the corner of his cybernetic eye. A someone with exotic silver hair he found very attractive... for a few moments he was torn between his job and his pre-thought impulses. But eventually they came to a comprimise, she look like she could handle herself well enough... yes...

With a small strut in his stride Verai made his way over to the bar and sat next to her, "Hey Barkeep. One Pidgeon Blud, and something for the lady here. Whatever she's having." He then rested his chin on his fist, if she was worth his time at all she'd confront him now, if not, well... it was only a couple units of cash down the hole... easily replace-able.


Posted by Witchblade on 23.08.2003 at 05:41 PM:

 

Turning about in her chair, she faced the stranger who just had the guts to order her another drink, which was a nice guesture, especially since hers was almost empty. He was the first person to appoarch her in the bar tonight, but something told her he wasn't looking for that kind of recreation.

Finishing her bloody mary, she watched as the barkeep set down another one in front of her. Eyeing this strange man a little she wondered what he was really up to, though handsome, and she especially liked his one gold eye that showed through his one-lensed gunglasses, he didn't seem her type; if she even had one.

"What is it that you want from me, since, for some reason, I have the sinking suspicion you're doing more than hitting on me." She said to him.

Purposing brushing her one leg up against his, a slight smirk spread over her face as she awaited his answer.


Posted by Fizzbot-Jp on 23.08.2003 at 08:16 PM:

 

Waving at Wulfen Axel turned back to the paper in front of him. "Language of the mind... hmm I'll look at this later. In the mean time, I should get ready for tomorrow. Axel picks up the bundle of papers and puts it in his coat. While walking out he notices Verai hitting on the girl that walked in a short time ago. Or at least thats what it looked like.
"That dog... go get 'er Verai" he thought to himself as he walked out.
With that Axel walked home, or to one of the many warehouses he called home. For he never stayed in one place too long. He opened up a large cabinet and pulled out a huge stash of knives, throwing knives. He took his cloak off of his makeshift coat rack and spread it on the table, exposing the many slots sewed in. He filled all of them, at least 80 slots, with the throwing knives and took his extendable spear out of his coat and put it in a special pocket in the cloak.
"There..." he thought. Axel then layed out a sleeping bag and rested up for the meeting.


Posted by Author X on 24.08.2003 at 11:26 PM:

 

Upon reaching his own home, Vulcan didn't bother with the lock, which stayed locked during closing hours. His room was at the back of his shop, and that door also stayed constantly locked. The first door opened from the inside as he approached.
In preparation for the next day, he started to work at some of the orders from the day before so he'd have the day free. He made and repaired computers and other electronics for a living, but not because of his powers. Other than controlling his body and rapier, which he'd had years of practice at, he had trouble with small precision. He just had a knack for electronics, and made do with his left hand, though his powers were useful for pulling parts and tools from the shelves.
After finishing a few CPUs, a toaster, and an answering machine, he made his way to the back, re-bandaged the wound, and finally bedded down for the night.


Posted by Corvus on 25.08.2003 at 07:47 AM:

 

Wulfen on reaching his home,what might have been an impressive mansion was now almost derelict.Fumbling with the rusted lock the door slowly creaked open,his uneven footsteps moving through the empty halls and ruined rooms finally stopping at the one door that had not fallen off its hinges or rusted shut,the door leading into the study.Pushing the door open he looked over the one room he lived in,the shelves barely able to support the weight of the books,the floor strewn with his notes,papers and personal effects like a selection of daggers and fresh bandages for tomorrow.

Limping over to a small hand mirror he pulled his hood back,slowly upwrapping the bandages around his head.His pure white hair was relatively untouched but as he continued the side of his face most covered was revealed to be burned very badly,his eye long ruined from the blaze of a failed experiment.With a sigh he finished and looked at the odd face in the mirror,one side twisted and blind,the other the face of an old man,long past his prime.

Throwing his cloak off he wandered over to a single stable chair and sat down on it,unwrapping the bandages now from his arms,the once severed arm now showing no sign of damage but there were many thin lines and marks displaying a long history of just how often those daggers were used.Looking up from his task at hand he looked up at an almost ruined family portrait,among a mother and father there were 5 children,2 boys one with the same white hair as Wulfen and three girls.Smirking he returned his gaze to the bandages.

"I wonder if telling that Axel boy he could do this was a mistake...I hardly live in good conditions with the worlds riches at my finger tips,ah the life of a Satoshi....now talking to myself..."


Posted by Sokket on 26.08.2003 at 08:02 AM:

 

For a moment Verai was going to make a move of the less than gentlemanly sort... but decided in the end to make this a purely business relationship. He gave her a quick smirk. "Actually... you're right."

He continued, "I'm putting together a team of people to make a hit on someone... of some power. Should you choose to accept it I'll need just one more..." He looked her up and down and gave her a wink with his uncovered eye, "You look like you could handle yourself. So how about it?"


Posted by Witchblade on 26.08.2003 at 08:22 AM:

 

She let the idea of this roam around in her mind as she ran the edge of her knuckle over her bottom lip. He wasn't really giving her a lot of information, on say who this person was they were suppose to make a hit on, though it did seem to her that he was making enough hits himself.

She smirked, perhaps this would be interesting enough to join. Perhaps this...was what she'd been waiting for, so to speak.

"All right, I'll join your little group. Too bad you had to turn this professional though..." She said to him, giving him a little pout.

Running her hand through her hair, and pulling back the strainds that fell into her face, she didn't want to let this matter drop just yet. She needed more information, who was the target? She'd been doing things like this most of her life, assassin in disguise, though she'd retired a while back and took on a new form of making a living. If that's what one could call it.

"It would make me feel a lot more comfortable with this mission if you would give me more information though..." She said to him.

She doubted he trusted her, ater all, he just met her. But she hated going out on a limb, she needed more information. When, where, who? These were all questions that he needed to answer.


Posted by Sokket on 28.08.2003 at 04:15 AM:

 

Verai gave her a feral grin and stood up, it was likely dangerous giving more information again in an open place such as this, but since she had already accepted there was no need. Besides, he liked watching her... well it wasn't exactly squirm, but it was close enough. He tossed her another one of the cards he gave the others.
"Group meeting here, you'll get you're information then. In the mean time, I've gotta go." He rushed off giving her a little backhand wave, grabbing his sword on the way out of course, and he was out the door.


Posted by Witchblade on 28.08.2003 at 08:21 AM:

 

She flipped the card between her fingers a few times, reading the address printed on the back, then re-reading it again. He didn't give her the information that she wanted, perhaps he was too suspicious of this place and all the people within it, no matter. She would get all she needed tomorrow at this meeting. She would also learn of all the players within this mission as well, things seemed to be coming together perfectly.

Paying the bartender she got up and moved out of this establishment, grabbing her crossbow, throwing daggers and sword that she had left at the door. She wasn't tired, but she kenw she should rest, but where, she didn't know this area too well. Though she ahd seen a nice establishment when she had first come in.

After she was a sure distance away from the tavern, she stopped in an allyway and brought her wrist up to her face, a thick leather bracelet was present in the area.

"I'm in." Was all she said.

"Do you know who the target is?"

"No, not yet. But there's a meeting tomorrow, all information will be revealed then..."

"Good, you always were my best agent."

Everything fell quiet again and she practically laughed a little at the last comment. She was his best agent because all the others had either died doing their missions, or deserted him and were later killed by her.

Moving along through the allyway, she came to the Inn she had caught a glimpse of earlier and entered it, making a little bit of idle conversation with the Inn Keeper, who was a rather cute looking 20 year old man. Then she paid for her room and went upstairs for rest, wondering what information this person would reveal to her tomorrow, and who theother key players were.


Posted by Corvus on 28.08.2003 at 09:31 AM:

 

Wulfen slowly sank down into his robes,curling up as a weak fire crackled in a ruined fireplace.His mind wandering on those he had seen so far.

"A metal clad cripple..an eager blacksmiths son,one gifted with a tongue of silver and an aging corpse....I just hope the Butcher has a sense of humour"


Posted by Author X on 30.08.2003 at 09:14 PM:

 

((So, should I just advance to the next day, or what? I've been waiting 'cause I figured Sock-head wanted to find the sixth person first, but if noone else is gonna join, we could skip it, or I could bring in one of Vulcan's cousins to fill the slot.))


Posted by Sokket on 13.09.2003 at 10:04 AM:

 

((Please do, I want everyone to meet up there and then I'll come. Sorry about my long absence, but... yeah. Anyways. I guess I'll just throw in an NPC for the last person, and if someone else wants to join they can take it if they want. Or something. I was going to have an NPC anyways, might as well have two.))


Posted by Author X on 13.09.2003 at 02:32 PM:

 

((Well, Cassandra's still open if you want ;) gives me an excuse to explain the backstory, at least :o ))

Vulcan awoke the next day with the fuzzy numbing feeling everyone gets in the morning, and sat up, leaning on the one arm. Right on schedule, his coffee maker automatically emptied into a stainless steel mug. After a light breakfast, and a shower (how does he shower? Very carefully), he got dressed and took out his "special" suit. It was a full chain-mail suit in various peices that latched together, minus the left arm, with a robe with light metal thread webbed on the inside. He practiced precise and complex movements for a few minutes, avoiding moving his injured leg, before leaving.


Posted by Fizzbot-Jp on 13.09.2003 at 08:54 PM:

 

-ooc- Alright... glad to see its up and running again. Oh... and welcome back Sokket.
-ic-
::Axel rolls slightly to the left in his sleep, onto the knife, driving it deeper into his shoulder:: OH MY GOD WHAT THE HELL WAS THAT!
::Axel leaps into the air holding his shoulder when he looks to the clock:: ... Good... Its not very late, I can be there early.
::Axel straps on some hardened leather armor, saving the leather shirt for later of course, and throws his cloak around him ((he slept in his clothes)) and runs out the door, his feet moving at a very fast speed under the effect of his quickening spell. On his way he runs past Vulcan, yelling out a quick greeting "HeyVulcan!" and speeds off towards the bar::


Posted by Author X on 13.09.2003 at 10:52 PM:

 

Vulcan sighed, and floated after him, quickly catching up with Axel.
"Yes?"
"He said to meet him at the address on the cards, not the bar... which is in the opposite direction."


Posted by Corvus on 14.09.2003 at 04:52 AM:

 

Raising his head slowly Wulfen cringed as the bones in his neck cracked,looking down he saw a rat chewing on his foot,shooing it away he bent over and rose to his feet.

"1..3...yes all there good"

Pulling open the drawer of the desk beside him he took out several rolls of bandages and begun wrapping himself up.With the finishing touch of a hooded cloak he grabbed one of his books and limped out of the study,down the ruined halls and finally leaving the derelict mansion.

"now....where was I to meet him...ah yes"

Looking up at the sun he narrowed his eyes.

"yes that way indeed.."


Posted by Witchblade on 14.09.2003 at 07:27 AM:

 

The splash of the morning sun, it washed over her face and drove away the darkness from her eyes and her mind. She was awake again, the dreams had left her and she found herself in silence in her room. The events of yesterday came at her in a flood and she knew she must get ready for this meeting that was about to happen. Rolling out of bed, she immediately went to the bathroom, she needed a shower.

After she was done with that, she folded up her dirty clothes and pulled out some clean ones from her rucksack, slipping on a pair of white leather pants that were cut open at the sides and done up with strong, showing her legs off all the way up to her hips. Her shirt was white as well, and it was just plain, no sleeves and no design, though it was a little low cut around her chest. Grabing her white cloak, she drapped it around her body, then grabbed and strapped on all of her weapons.

"This better be worth my time..." She said to herself.

Making her way out of the Inn, she pulled out the card she ahd been given and looked over the address upon it. It seemed close enough, but she didn't know this area that well. As she began to make her way she spotted one of the men from the Inn, it seemed he was going in the same direction as she was. He seemed a little odd and she could spot bandages all over him, he also walked with a limp. Catching up with him and walking at his pace she gave him a light smile.

"Are you heading for the meeting as well?" She asked him, hoping she was not wrong.


Posted by Fizzbot-Jp on 14.09.2003 at 09:30 AM:

 

-ooc- And there you have an example of my laziness and bad memory...
-ic-
::Axel skids to a halt and looks back the way he came::
"Um... would you believe I was going to get a drink first?"
"No"
"Oh... Eh heh... yeah, that way, got ya" ::with that Axel speeds off in the opposite direction::


Posted by Corvus on 14.09.2003 at 11:34 AM:

 

Nodding slowly Wulfen smirked,though underneath the hood and bandages it was next to impossible to see.

"that I am..well from the look of you at least theres one professional killer here"

"how-"

"any woman that enters that inn has to know she could easily maim or otherwise seriously injure any of the men in there,quite a group this is...a cripple that can move,an eager blacksmiths son,a man born with a silver tongue and an aging corpse and of course you good miss...heh forgotten my manners,my name is Wulfen,Lord Wulfen Satoshi"


Posted by Witchblade on 14.09.2003 at 12:06 PM:

 

"A Lord is it." She said with a light smirk.

Giving him a graceful bow as they continued to walk, she reached up a figgeted with her leather collar. It was one of her bad habits that she couldn't drop, but no matter, it was not a big issue.

"I am known as Akita," She said to him, "Though my name does not come with quite the title that yours does."

He had known she was a perfessional killer, but it was true, the crowd within the bar was a tough one and were she any normal woman, fighting back would have near to imposible. He was right to suspect that she was a perfessional killer.

"And I am an ex-perfessional killer...or assassin as I used to be called." She wouldn't make mention of what she did for a living now, that would just be stupid.

Rounding the next corner she found herself at the end of a long alleway, where at the far back lay what appeared to be an abandoned building of sorts. It was rather large and she guessed that was their meeting place, after all, she doubted anyone would bug them all the way out here. There was barely a soul about besides them.


Posted by Author X on 14.09.2003 at 12:13 PM:

 

Vulcan smirked as he watched Axel fly off, then darted after him, again not having to actually move quickly, and so catching up easily.
"You know, it's several more minutes there at this pace, can I tell you my life story? Please, pretty please? It's a good story, too, and it'll make up for you having run my own sword through my leg. I mean, that and bandaging it."


Posted by Corvus on 14.09.2003 at 12:34 PM:

 

"hah a title but words is all it is..my father was a lord and being that he is no longer of the living the title passes to me,however nobility has no seating with me,just call me Wulfen or anything else you can come up with miss Akita"

Pressing his back against the alley wall he reached into his ragged robes,bringing forth a dust covered book.As he opened it the worn leather bindings gave barely the slightest creak and he moved his hand slowly over the musty pages,a smell of damp emanating from the book.

"....It is sometimes unsettling to find such an ancient book was started a few years after ones birth"

"how old is that book?"

"a century or more at my reckoning..hard to tell sometimes"


Posted by Witchblade on 14.09.2003 at 12:47 PM:

 

She turned and looked at him, and the book he pulled from his robes. If he were truly as old as that book, it almost answered her questions as to why he covered himself in bandages. She did not want to see what he looked like from under them. Akita wondered what writing the pages held within them, but her forte was not knowledge and though a wonder it was, it did not interest her that greatly.

"Hmm..."

If she were going to live as long as this man, she sure as hell would take better care of herself. It looked as if he had had one too many mishaps, perhaps he should have died long ago.

"'cmon, as ancient as you are, I don't think they're going to wait for us." She said to him as she motioned for him to follow her as she herself made way towards the abandoned property.

OOC: The weird thing about this is, my friends and I were just chilling inside of an abandoned house last night. o.O


Posted by Corvus on 14.09.2003 at 01:24 PM:

 

"Hmm,oh,yes of course..."

Though he had read through these books many a night things still suprised him,one spell in particular intrigued him on seeing it,a rejuvanation spell for the skin..purely cosmetic but still,these bandages did itch somewhat.Slipping the ancient text inside his robe he followed after her,as he moved his old bones sent shocks of dull pain into his mind but he long since learned to ignore them,during his studies he had no intention of following the multitude of magic weilding men and bend his efforts to gain immortality,though in its own way death seemed uninterested in him.

His mind wandering slightly Wulfen didn`t even notice that his hood had fallen,the breeze felt good on his thinning hair but lost in memory such pleasures were useless on him,it was only when he heard a faint voice from far off that he was brought back to reality.Stopping himself in mid step he let out a deep breath,his head a mere half an inch from the door of the abandoned building.

"I do hope your eyes are not useless"

"....I have my daydreams sometimes...about all I have these days"


Posted by Fizzbot-Jp on 14.09.2003 at 03:26 PM:

 

"Hmm... I suppose it couldnt hurt... much. And I did stab you with your own sword and try to steal it again after that. Go ahead, I would very much like to hear how you ended up like... that."

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