02-26-2007, 10:18 AM
Astrianna blinked, caught off-guard. "You're lucky. My first instinct is to pull the trigger." she said, waving the heavy revolver at him. "Now please come along quietly..."
02-26-2007, 10:18 AM
02-26-2007, 01:36 PM
"Shouldn't we be turning this filth in? and where did you put Altima?" Arucard asked Astriannq.
02-26-2007, 09:41 PM
Serbane flew very high into the sky"Now you will know true pain,the pain I've felt for centuries."He started throwing repeated fireballs at Arucard and Astrianna.
02-27-2007, 12:44 AM
"Stupid mindreaders." He sighed and the man reverted back to the raptor form. Rick swished his bladed tail and gave a slight hiss "What the hell are you talking about Master...I dont work for anyone.." The raptor started walking off, his talons making slight clicking sounds as it hids the sidewalk.
02-27-2007, 02:12 AM
Dmitri leaped over the raptor's head to land in front of him. "I know. But a free agent like yourself has much to fear." He smirked knowingly. "Other free agents with contracts out on you, the Keepers...there are plenty of accidents that can befall a free agent such as yourself. Surely you'd want to join an organisation whose actions are sanctioned by the keeprs. You wouldn't have to keep looking over your shoulder for...well, people like me."
He turned and started to walk away. "You're good, but not good enough to stay alive forever. My Master tends to go after those who refuse him. Join us or not, as you please. Either way, I'll be seeing you again soon."
He turned and started to walk away. "You're good, but not good enough to stay alive forever. My Master tends to go after those who refuse him. Join us or not, as you please. Either way, I'll be seeing you again soon."
02-27-2007, 02:17 AM
"I wouldnt count on it." Rick just growled and walked down the opposite way of Dmitri "Organizations my ass...I dont need'em." he grumbled to himself then used Stealth to make him unseen as he walked down the sidewalk.
02-27-2007, 03:15 AM
"...Not good enough to stay alive forever. My Master tends to go after those who refuse him. Join us or not, as you please. Either way, I'll be seeing you again soon."
He listened intently from down the allyway. "Us". He was working with someone: perhaps a change in the mercinary attitude? continued to evesdrop.
"I wouldnt count on it. Organizations my ass...I dont need'em."
He listened to the pair walk away, and sulked back down the allyway silently. So... assasin and job scout, now. He left the other side of the ally.
He listened intently from down the allyway. "Us". He was working with someone: perhaps a change in the mercinary attitude? continued to evesdrop.
"I wouldnt count on it. Organizations my ass...I dont need'em."
He listened to the pair walk away, and sulked back down the allyway silently. So... assasin and job scout, now. He left the other side of the ally.
02-27-2007, 03:58 AM
Dmitri turned and laughed. "You think that camoflauge is enough to hide you from the White Fang?" He pointed, a small arc of electricity going between his finger and the tip of the raptor's tail. "I have touched your mind; I can find you again at a moment's notice." He strengthened the current for a moment, giving his target a little jolt, then let the arc dissipate entirely. "Perhaps that will zap some sense into you."
As he turned, he suddenly felt a twinge of precognition. I'm being followed. He swept the area with his mind, coming up with nothing. Hmph, a nosy mundane, then.
"Think about it, Razar. A contract with the White Fang or enmity with us. Choose wisely." He held out an outstretched palm, telekinetically pulling his motorcycle to him. Without another word, he mounted and started it, psychically watching the raptor, then riding off in a screech of tires.
Dmitri...
Master. He did not comply.
It is of no account. There is something more pressing to which you must attend.
Your will, Master. What would you have me do?
A nosy mundane overheard your exchange and your mention of us. A costly error, Dmitri. Rectify it or face termination.
This wasn't the first time Dmitri had been given such an ultimatum. Worry not, Master. I will attend to it.
His Master's next thought had a bite of uncharacteristic edge to it. You had better.
The telepathic link broken, Dmitri swept the area as he rode, trying to pick up the characteristic blankness of a mundane's psychic trail. Thousands of them had been through there in the past few hours. Picking out just the right one would be difficult.
As he turned, he suddenly felt a twinge of precognition. I'm being followed. He swept the area with his mind, coming up with nothing. Hmph, a nosy mundane, then.
"Think about it, Razar. A contract with the White Fang or enmity with us. Choose wisely." He held out an outstretched palm, telekinetically pulling his motorcycle to him. Without another word, he mounted and started it, psychically watching the raptor, then riding off in a screech of tires.
Dmitri...
Master. He did not comply.
It is of no account. There is something more pressing to which you must attend.
Your will, Master. What would you have me do?
A nosy mundane overheard your exchange and your mention of us. A costly error, Dmitri. Rectify it or face termination.
This wasn't the first time Dmitri had been given such an ultimatum. Worry not, Master. I will attend to it.
His Master's next thought had a bite of uncharacteristic edge to it. You had better.
The telepathic link broken, Dmitri swept the area as he rode, trying to pick up the characteristic blankness of a mundane's psychic trail. Thousands of them had been through there in the past few hours. Picking out just the right one would be difficult.
02-27-2007, 04:17 AM
The sound of the conversation still wafted down the allyway. They were not quiet people.
White Fang, he noted. He waited until he was sure they were gone: a motorbike roared off to single the end of the exchange. He turned and left, headed back toward his car. He would phone soon.
White Fang, he noted. He waited until he was sure they were gone: a motorbike roared off to single the end of the exchange. He turned and left, headed back toward his car. He would phone soon.
02-27-2007, 05:18 AM
Hours and hours passed as Robert walked, in the direction pointed by the Eye, the direction which would lead to his steed. Eventually, he came to a small town, and there the locals either froze or ran from his frightening visage. He cared not, as he simply passed through, but was stopped for a moment by a loud bang and the feeling of something hit the back of his helm. Unscathed, he turned to see a panicked pastor with a shotgun.
Loading another shell, the priest fired again at Robert's breastplate, pellets ricocheting harmlessly off. Smirking under his helmet, Robert drew his blade and with one swift stroke, cleft the man in twain, leaving two halves standing there a brief moment before falling into a bloody heap. Sheathing the sword, he turned and started walking again, paying no mind to the now terrified people, or the devil flying overhead.
Loading another shell, the priest fired again at Robert's breastplate, pellets ricocheting harmlessly off. Smirking under his helmet, Robert drew his blade and with one swift stroke, cleft the man in twain, leaving two halves standing there a brief moment before falling into a bloody heap. Sheathing the sword, he turned and started walking again, paying no mind to the now terrified people, or the devil flying overhead.