Mongoose
Experienced Novice
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"Be ashamed to die until you have won some victory for humanity."
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Post by Mongoose on Nov 7, 2008 2:57:59 GMT -5
Adrian, beside her bed, explains. "Him and some of the others are chasing whoever did this, Oliver said he injured him... it shouldn't be long before they catch who did this too you." Though Adrian knows shes unconscious, perhaps she can still hear him and Kenny beside her.
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Post by Lillith on Nov 7, 2008 3:00:58 GMT -5
::Lillith's head lolls back and forth on her neck while she tries to form coherent sentences::
He... He can't... He'll be.... You have no..... idea what he can do....
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Post by Eva Natsuki on Nov 7, 2008 3:03:26 GMT -5
::Eva paused for a moment looking around and closed her eyes for a bit::
"Ren was it? What does your tracker say in regards to how far he is?"
(OOC-OOC = out of character but yea thats pretty much the basics on that one lol)
::She looked around and placed her hand on her hips and mentally groaned::
Great...I would leave my sword in the hotel room...I was in too much of a rush.
::Eva sighed slightly disappointed she was weaponless but decided to ignore it for now and she shut her eyes::
Iole I'm not finding anything so far on my side, I'm having Ren check the tracker again, how's the search on yours?
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Post by Iole on Nov 7, 2008 3:04:42 GMT -5
Oliver: "Rip 'em to shreds!"
::Iole answers Eva's question with her mind-speak::
Halted.
::As soon as that sentence leaves his lips, Iole starts to lose altidtude, setting Oliver on his feet. She whooshes over him and lands just in front of him so they stand face to face::
Oh no you don't. If you want my help on this, you'll have to promise me you won't kill him. I can't let you do that. There are too many variables here.
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Mongoose
Experienced Novice
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"Be ashamed to die until you have won some victory for humanity."
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Post by Mongoose on Nov 7, 2008 3:07:13 GMT -5
((Must not to 'power over 9000' joke...))
Adrian looks curiously at Lillith, kneeling down beside the bed to better hear her mumbles. "Wait... Lillith, who? Who can do what?" His head turns back, look at the shattered window. "This night... may not end well, I feel."
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Post by Oliver on Nov 7, 2008 3:11:29 GMT -5
Oliver appears taken back by Iole's sudden reversal, like he couldn't understand why she wouldn't want who did this dead, or injured. "Buh why!? He near'y killed Lil'ith and cou'd be ta one tha killed me mum, I have every right to cut him jus as he did them!" Iole's presence though, breaks his stand. "Fine, buh he is gonna get hurt! Now'an get ba'k after'em?"
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Post by Kenny on Nov 7, 2008 3:12:35 GMT -5
:Kenny stands by as Lillith tries to speak and shakes his head: "Lillith, rest for now I'm here with you now, they are gonna find whoever is responsible." :He looks at the window hoping his sister Iole will be ok out there:
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Post by Iole on Nov 7, 2008 3:17:59 GMT -5
Because there are other ways Oliver. If this really is as big as its turning out to be, he could know something about what's really going on. And besides that... I don't want you to become a murderer.
::Oliver's answer of promising hurt but not death doesn't seem to completely satisfy her, but it'll have to do for now::
Fine. I said don't kill him, ::Lets him hop onto her back again:: I didn't say we couldn't kick the hell out of him.
Eva, we're on his trail. Get ahead of me, we'll try to cut him off.
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Post by Eva Natsuki on Nov 7, 2008 3:23:11 GMT -5
::Eva smirked slightly as she turned towards Ren with her wings extended out before grabbing him by his arm::
"Nevermind Iole found him....sorry but we won't be jumping this time around."
::She then ran jumped into the air pulling Ren up with her surprising him with how lightly she was able to lift him up as she then flew toward's Iole's and Oliver's direction going at an angle so she would be able to get ahead of them sucessfully::
I'm on my way, try not to do anything reckless in the process....or try to keep Oliver from doing so...
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Post by Situation on Nov 7, 2008 3:25:34 GMT -5
Up ahead, the shadowy figure darts through a back alley, between two rows of flats. Above him, the sky is crossed with clothes lines, making visibility limited.
The figure jumps a fence, leaping onto another street and cuts right down into the heart of The Crest, his speed is quick, nearly inhuman, the injury seemingly unaffecting his movement.
The shadow man turns sharp into a blind and pitch black alleyway...
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Post by Eva Natsuki on Nov 7, 2008 3:36:07 GMT -5
::Eva noticed the movement of someone trying to run down the alleyway and cursed slightly seeing all the the clotheslines around::
Tch, figures bastard would try to find a way to prevent me from pursuing from the air
::She looks down at Ren who stilll appears to be a bit dazed from the sudden lift off as she then looked down and saw the figure still going fast trying to escape and she knew she wouldn't be able to catch up if she has to keep weaving::
"Alright Ren, he's going a bit fast so your just gonna have to be faster....try not to get too dizzy..."
::Eva straightened herself up as she started spinning in the air gainning more and more momentum and speed before she tossed Ren at the figure as a nice projectile towards the figure's back so Ren could tackle him::
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Post by Iole on Nov 7, 2008 3:38:41 GMT -5
::Iole's unable to get through the narrow alley with her wings, forcing her and Oliver to land::
Shall we?
::The two of them proceed to tail him on foot::
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Post by Renilius Blacklips on Nov 7, 2008 3:41:07 GMT -5
Ren landed softly. The man was able to speed himself up. He then began to run after the assailant. "Dammit! You're never gonna beat you bastard!"
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Post by Situation on Nov 7, 2008 3:43:57 GMT -5
::The shadowy figure stops short, before it is a high wall, uncrossable. It turns, facing the ones baring down upon him. There's a glint of light in its eyes, seemingly coming from within. It then begins to mutter something, in a language not known to the others, something ancient sounding, something sinister.::
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Post by Renilius Blacklips on Nov 7, 2008 3:45:45 GMT -5
Ren quickly jumps above the man. He then raises his leg and lands an axe kick before the man could do anything else.
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Post by Situation on Nov 7, 2008 3:54:01 GMT -5
::Ren's leg meets with soft flesh, cold flesh, bloody flesh. The body underfoot collapses like a sack of dead flesh... because that is what it is. Below his feet is a body, not man but woman. Her blouse torn from her shoulders, her lifeless flesh stained with red jewels. Her stomach is sliced open, her entrails sprawled about the cobble stone and smashed against Ren's foot and leg. Another victum of the Harvester, left for them to find. The old bait and switch, with no sign of the shadowy man anywhere. Ren's device showing clearly that this is the blue dot they've been following all along.::
::As the others approuch, the woman's dead eyes watch them with a glassy stare under the cold moonlight of the night.::
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Post by Renilius Blacklips on Nov 7, 2008 3:58:55 GMT -5
Ren eyes widened with horror of the body. "N-no," Ren said and fell on the ground on his knees. "I-I failed..."
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Post by Oliver on Nov 7, 2008 4:01:40 GMT -5
Oliver, with Iole beside him, slowly approach behind Ren upon which the sight of the horror before them is made clear under the moonlight.
"Wha... did... ya do to... her?" Oliver asks, confused by the body and Ren's attack just a moment before. Though the sight doesn't disgust or frighten Oliver, he has a hard time looking at it with those eyes. "Tis... isn't ta one I stabbed, it not..."
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Post by Iole on Nov 7, 2008 4:02:08 GMT -5
::Iole's face turns paler than usual. She goes white as a sheet just before she starts gagging. She finds the nearest corner and empties her stomach into it. She refuses to look at the woman again::
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Post by Situation on Nov 7, 2008 4:11:06 GMT -5
The blood spattered face of the woman twitches ever so slightly as her mouth starts to move. Is it a reflex? A groan emits from her mouth, strained and pathetic. Yes indeed she is speaking. But her eyes are still glazed over and her chest fails to rise and fall with the steady rhythm of breathing. The only movement it makes is in time to the words she sings. A sad little melody floats from her pale dead lips that is enough to make any of the group shudder. Indeed some of them may wish to crawl into a hole and forget the world altogether after hearing the corpse' song.
His voice was soft, his manner mild.... He seldom laughed, but he often smiled...... And those who thought him a simple clod are now reconsidering under the sod.... To satisfy our hungry god.....
See your dagger gleam Autumn, feel how well it fits.... As it floats across the throats of hypocrites.
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