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Post by Manifus Alcantar on Jun 17, 2005 17:26:11 GMT -5
The streets of Blood are not that much different from those found in modern day. The rapid progress brought to this city through heavy Planar contact has left some of it seeming a touch archaic in appearance, but don't let that fool you. The city is up to date in most regards.
The streets lights are built much like ancient torch lamps, tall and shielded from the winds that may or may not have swept through this land at one point, now modified for either simple electric bulbs or, in the case of the wealthier sections, magical light.
The streets themselves are well paved, with constant maintenance. There are many, many thin and dark alleys crisscrossing throughout the poorly planned sections of the city, one that grew and constantly swallowed itself and its surroundings. Not enough people cared to pay the higher taxes to straighten these little details.
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Post by Manifus Alcantar on Jun 18, 2005 19:29:35 GMT -5
"Hey, got a light?"
Sendinar Sovali turned towards the query with a confused look on his face. He was a young noble, heir to the mighty Sovali riches and estate.
Perhaps he chose to respond because of how lonely he truly was. He had been isolated his entire life, allowed to talk to only the family advisor, and tutored in the ways of the business, yet not in the ways of life. This was his time out of the estate. His friend and mentor, the advisor Waszori, had helped him and he finally had the chance to enjoy life in such an interesting and wondrous world as the city.
Without a second thought, Sendinar approached the man, stepping into the alley and pulling out his lighter. He flicked it open and quickly ran his hand across the small button to send the fuel through the top, the metal rod flicking the edge to ignite it all and keep it burning.
The man who put his cigarette to the flame had a ratty face and greasy black hair. Not the most trustworthy looking individual, but Waszori always said to never judge a man by the outer shell. It was very likely the man just had some hard times. Yes, there it was. His eyes were very intelligent, and very experienced. Just a normal man in hard times, that had to be it.
"Thanks. Hey, you want one?"
Sendinar thought for a moment, and then nodded, brushing a few stray blonde hairs out of his face. He needed to visit the hair people again.
"Yes please."
The man reached into his pocket and pulled out a pack, opening the top and sliding one of the cigarettes out for Sendinar. Sendinar took it with a smile and put it to his lips, mimicking the man before him.
He had never smoked before. Father always thought it was a waste of time, and a terrible habit, and that his son should never do such a thing. Yet, father smoked all the time.
The man with the ratty face and massive arms reached out with one of his large hands, palm up and open.
"Give me your lighter. I’ll light you up."
"Sure thing. What’s your name?"
The noble handed the gold laced with silver lighter to the man, who took a moment to stare at it before he flicked back the top and started the fire, lighting Sendinar’s cigarette for him. The man smirked, pocketing the lighter.
"Hey, wait a minute, that-"
All the world fades to black as something heavy strikes him in the back of the head.
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Post by kittie on Jun 19, 2005 13:03:44 GMT -5
‘Darkness always seems to stand before me yet it seems to follow me as well, why I ask myself constantly why does the blinding light never make the shadows quiver completely away, why do I stand a light within shadow myself, just as the world does in space….my destiny was said to be different, but who can try and predict the lives of those they don’t know, the future we set ourselves, the shadows guide those whom listen to them hard enough, and still I wonder why I was brought here..’ An idle statue of a figure stood high upon a window ledge, watching the gathering of night life start to move on the streets bellow, and above gave way the view of the grey storm hanging upon the moist air in clumped clouds, threatening to cast its rain. Thunder would crush the mind soon enough, scattering those in their nice gowns and clothes into their destinations faster. The figure moved, shadows casting wide on the wall behind it as then it was seen in a cascade of white falling from its perch and plummeting towards the earth. Legs sprang out under it and the form landed in a low crouch upon the now cracked tarmac of the road, people on the side walk gasped in surprise and soon took their leave as the figure stood slowly of its landing place.
Turning to observe her surroundings Ash would reveal her face slender and stern calved features, glittering Sapphire hues danced their gaze over the retreating crowds as the rain began to fall lightly at first. Her body taken host to a tight white corset, exposing her shapely frame well, laced down the front so either side holds either side of her chest. Turning her body fully In to anybody’s view the wind would catch the eerily shifting cloak about her form, the hood concealing most of her features from any true recognition, the cloak curling and slithering upon her leather attire almost hungry to touch its skin tight texture over her frame.
Pursing her crimson painted lips with a supple tongue she glanced side to side in an inquisitive gaze, digits sliding over her thighs, watching the rain pass the path before her, a gloved hand making its way from the furls of the cloak to feel it hit the leather surface then retreating out of sight again to her walking beginning through the street, heals clattering with the thin layer of water on the roads surface, light droplets dispersing out to then contact the pools bellow again. Her ghostly image would walk a good distance before it would shimmer over and flicker in its view and her position was fixed, her gaze was upon the man being attacked in the alleyway and knocked clean out. Watching the men start to lug him away and her brows would shift straight at her nose as her eyes narrowed in a glitter of anger, cheeks framed with pure ebony curls of her mane, the wind blowing them slightly upon her viewing of this thievery in action and her frown would grow harder as she started a brisk pace at the alleyway behind group of men, her long white cloak trailing behind her loud footsteps that were noticeable, more then noticeable was her very stern and very assertive tone of voice... [/b] "you there! What in hells name do you think you are doing, put that man this instant before your arms are no longer attached to your torso!! and as for the sheep following, if you wish to remain an owner to your souls dismiss yourselves...." This almost heavenly looking female stood much taller than them, being around 5’9’’ in height as well as having large heals also meant she had added height also to her intimidating image. If they stopped she would, her hands unseen under the furls of her cloak that swept over her figure so hauntingly, her face coated in shadow all but the eyes that seemed to have a sapphire glow from the darkness surrounding them. If they attack well she would be seen stancing in a snap of the cloak and then the shadows would engulf her image completely from sight and she would come back in another position in due time, if not and they replied well she would listen, if they kept walking she would follow, soon enough having something to say about it… [/b]
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Post by Manifus Alcantar on Jun 19, 2005 13:27:45 GMT -5
The thugs turn and look at the woman, some with disinterest, others with confusion.
One with a very bored expression on his ratty face.
"Crack, head back will ya? We got another vigilante idiot to deal with."
The massive half-Orc, standing at a good seven or so feet, grunts in acknowledgement and continues onwards at a brisk pace.
The man with the ratty face turns away from the nearly bald orc and grins at the woman, cracking his knuckles. The other eight or so thugs smile, a few lewd comments flying here, flying there.
"Ya don't have any idea who ya messing with, do ya darling? Why don't ya just head back to the harem and leave the big boys alone? We ain't got time for the likes of ya."
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Post by kittie on Jun 19, 2005 13:55:47 GMT -5
WARNING EXPLICIT CONTENT VIEW ACCORDINGLY!!!----------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Watched the men turn to her a deadly smirk tugging the corners of her crimson coated lips, the sapphire glowing hues shimmered ever so softly as her head cocked back and she stood proudly before them in her speaking once more…[/b] “well if you haven’t got time for me..and your just oh so ‘big’… why not just not bother…or do you like the taste of heals and blood? Or do the pretty boys want a kiss hmm?...’’ Her hues darkened, fading from sight in the darkness of her hood, and a faint glow of scarlet was hinted in their glittering of observing them all. Those supple lips pursing to a pearly glint of her fangs, but these weren’t that of a vampire, no no….something far more harmful. A gentle and intimidating laugh echoed from her as she watched them, not in a single hint of fear at all…[/b] “come on then big boys…hmm…show me what ya got..’’ A ghostly laugh flowed as her image was then engulfed in shadows within a blink of an eye and her voice eerily echoed from such shadows around them, no fixed point to pin-point echoing all around them as if constantly changing direction...[/b] “hmm such a waste of potential strength, potential pleasure and food….but I’m not one to complain..you will be when you screaming in agony..’’ a mans shadow would become his doom, she targeted one on the edge of the small group, his shadow wouldnt be to noticable or payed attention to as snake like tendrils began to form behind his ankles, they would start to sliter without touching over his shoes and leg if unnonoticed at all thne grip when they were or felt ready to. After such a move a set of four would shoow from his shadow also, aiming to capture his arms and constrict them from moving. If he was made to run or notice he could try to out run his own shadow..which would be hard indeed as its allways with you, if the tenticles were stopped somehow then they were stoped and she would remain unseen or heard. If they did contact an echoed laughter fell from the air as the rain began to pour upon them, her image still unseen and traced, the male trapped would be bare chested before them, crimson lines starting to etch their way over his pale skin madly, the flesh being calved by the air as a shadow encased tentacle would impale a slash and then split in to thousands more along its spine and each found a slit and dug in to his body as he gargled and cried out as they started to pull his organs out whilst alive, his arms twitching and squirming as he began to slip away and the tendrils dug inside him and started to rip him apart right before their eyes.
His body parts would be dropped and the shadow tendrils gone and her voice would come once more..[/b] “now tell me big boys…want something worse or does that satisfy your thurst enough..?” Her form still unseen….[/b]
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Post by Manifus Alcantar on Jun 19, 2005 17:29:16 GMT -5
[And you said you didn't know how to fight Well done. ] The man, being your average joe, didn't quite expect such an attack. At all or in the slightest. He wasn't one to keep his eyes on his own shadows, but the shadows that lay before him. So it came to pass that his eyes were not where they should be, but where she once stood before her disappearance.
So it came to pass that the man was lifted into the air and torn asunder, his contents spraying out for all the world to see.
The other thugs blinked, some of them paling at the sight while one or two get very sick very fast. The man with the ratty face steps back, and then begins shouting orders."SCATTER! This one's a contender!" With that, the man throws down a flash bomb, covering his eyes and running as fast as his legs could carry him, unhooking several other such devices as he goes.
The others do not react as fast. One stares ahead in abject horror, while another is foolish enough to advance, pipe raised high and swung hard at the shadows immediatly around him.
The other five run deeper into the alleys, and then split up. The half-orc, by now, is long gone.
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Post by Clockworkchicken on Jun 20, 2005 12:42:25 GMT -5
Jillian was just on his way home, and was eager to take a shortcut, trough one of the alleys. Now, with his luck, he walked into this akward scene, and he quickly hid behind a trashcan, keeping as silent as possible, only hearing the sounds behind him. He muttered softly.
"You really should start maturing, Jillian, my man. They are just thugs, you have a gun... you can take them"
As he rustled the gun from his pocket, and he stood up to aim the gun at the men, he screamed out.
"you leave that man alone!"
Unfortunately, at that moment, he only saw a big cloud of smoke. He closed his eyes. With a lot of trouble, he pulled back the trigger, firing 4 rounds into the cloud of fog. When it cleared, he saw nothing more then the two men in the alley, and the ripped open body on the ground. At that moment, his legs started shaking and he troubled to stand straight. Then, as he could hold it any longer, he lowered his gun and bowed down to empty the contents of his stomache on the stones below.
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Post by Manifus Alcantar on Jun 20, 2005 13:41:33 GMT -5
The other man who was frozen in horror seemed to shake himself from it when he heard Jillian retching, not that far off. The change was visible, from a person who couldn't do a thing if they wanted to, to someone who had their fear under some amount of control.
That one, a young red head with blue eyes, turns and makes a run for it, dashing off after the others as fast as humanly possible. The last one stayed behind, still trying to bash away at the shadows in the alley, screaming in terror, his strength born of fear. Indeed, he couldn't outrun the shadows if he wanted to... as there was a bullet lodged into his ankle, from Jillian's gun.
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Post by kittie on Jun 20, 2005 17:27:19 GMT -5
WARNING EXPLICIT CONTENT VIEW ACCORDINGLY!!!------------------------------------------------------------------- The man left standing upon his own (not Jillian) would be in Jillian’s View well enough to notice the black haze and flickering blur arising silently behind the man. Soon enough a white cloaked and hosted female form was seen back facing the mans back, Her deadly glassy sapphire hues locked on to the man with the gun for but a single moment, a soft smirk escaping her lips to him in a gentle wink. In a snap of the cloak, the only then noticeable noise for the man stood behind her would signal her arrival in to sight or sound, but the instant that snap was made of the clothes her arm was propelled out, fingers aiming to grasp the mans throat, and her other hand already acquired a gun from her waist.
Now, if the grasp had succeeded wish was highly likely in the time frame she moved at and compared to his time frame well…peh, her hand would clench so tightly it was near impossible to breath and he would feel his back slammed in to a wall sharply and her body pinning against him. Her flawlessly featured face with his sharp and yet beautiful details, was up close to his and her whisper would sound out in a tilt of her head, her fang lined pursed lips nearly touching his own, and her grip didn’t falter once..[/i] “…want a kiss ‘big boy’?....hmm?..” this would all be seen and probably heard if Jillian stay put and watched, if he interfered well, not a wise idea with a woman on a killing spree and well, not a good mood. The moment her comment had finished before he could barely react to it her fangs were bore before his view, clearly not Vampiric as became extended a little, growing serrated spines on the backs of them and looking rather painful. With that glimpse in his mind, the gun was gathered from her cloak, it shimmered mounted with silver and white gold’s, crafted well and designed to perfection, aiming directly between the eyes of Jillian, not shooting just aiming. As on the movement of that hand her fangs would be dug in to flesh of themans neck towards the base, not a Vampiric area to bite generally.
This would ensue for a few moments, before then shredded their way out and impaled the males throat, clamping at the front of his neck and then a grumble from her was given, moving away as her hand still held him to the wall, her fangs drew out still clamped meaning she took his throat contents out with them. Her aim would follow the male with the gun (Jillian) if he moves at all, watching her with the skill of her mind well, and the others running, she could smell their fear and that was a great and pleasing trail top follow also the scent of blood. Stepping back from the probably gargling man she would let him hit the ground on his last legs of life before speaking, as a note also, if this was somehow avoided ignore it and say she simply faded once again after winking to Jillian to then chase the others from the roof tops or something….[/i] “…mhmm, such a good kisser…shame you ran out of breath..” Ash would give a cackle of laughter before holstering her gun once more, pacing back to then glance at the male with the gun if he remained there, Her pure white coated body didn’t have a drop of blood upon it, not a simple fragment of crimson touched her perfect image, her hues falling on Jillian if he remained, her gun lowered as her tongue licked her crimson painted lips softly, but just as she appeared within a blink of an eye and a flick of her long haunting cloak she was running away from sight down the alley, following the scent of the orc man that carried the man they kidnapped.
Her heals would be heard getting closer to the running men, her image of flaring white would flicker in the background and was gone as were the sounds, silence simple ensued again, She hadn’t faded as such, just moved at a greater pace, volting herself in the air to land on a low roof soon to then volt again and swing her way to the higher closely-knitted buildings of the back alleys. Fading around after the leader, the ratty haired one, up high and out of sight, following them all in view, seeing their destinations and simply observing them to were they would go, the smell of the shot man strong in her mind as well as the fresh blooded one they had kidnapped, and the more potent stench of the orc man of course…[/i] ‘ I stand again here as a statue like I once was, I cant even tell myself why I follow this man, I question my motives on this well enough as I do with everything else, though I feel he to be unfairly treated…now we cant have that to pretty little blooded morcel like himself can we?..hmmm no…he seems far to innocent to let go of now…I have also been seen by another, lets hope I get as popular as I did in my last home, now lets see if I can get to know this home well enough. By the darkness that be my blood let darkness take their souls back to the hells they came each came from.…’
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Post by Manifus Alcantar on Jun 20, 2005 18:05:32 GMT -5
The man was still happily and fearfully bashing away at the shadow in front of him. He paused and blinked when he heard the noise, but it was already too late. The hand had easily wrapped around his throat, and the man was pressed against the wall with little to no effort, already weakened by the wound to his leg, which was bleeding heavily. His skin was pale, already suffering the side effects of blood loss.
The man gasps in fear, tryig to respond but unable to through the lack of air. He promptly dies when she pulls his throat out.
The others seem to be scattering far and wide, running among the alleys of the buildings and putting a great deal of distance between them. The orc suddenly shifts directions and heads off to the right, while an unknown sent heads to the left.
The ratty looking man ducks into a building, kicking the door open and then slamming it closed behind him.
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Post by Clockworkchicken on Jun 22, 2005 8:35:28 GMT -5
As soon as his stomache was completely empty, Jillian arose, whiping his mouth with one hand, and moving his glasses back up his nose with the other. Having taken a momentarely absence behind the trashcans, it was only now that he saw the woman holding the other man tightly, and aiming her gun at him. As a nervous chincilla, he squeeked, dropped his gun, and hide behind the trashcans, his eyes closed shut, and the trashcans ratteling from his shivers. After a while, he gathered the guts to stand up. The woman was long gone. His bookwork had fallen on the ground, at the akward spot where he puked.
"Oh, great! That really made my day"
He grabbed his gun with one hand, and the slimy stack of paper with the other, dumping it in one of the trashcans. Slowly, still firmly holding his gun, he walked on the battlefield, from witch there was nothing more left then the two bloody corpses. Jillian breathed slowly, studying the scene.
"Relax, Jillian! Count to ten, and breath. In, and out. You can handle this, you just have to..."
With shaking hands, he holstered his gun, and rummled a cellphone from his pocket. He slowly typed in a 3 numbered call. 9... 1... 1. He put the cellphone on his ear, and waited untill his breathing was at normal rate, or untill someone answered. Witch ever came first.
"Yes, hello? Is this the alarm number? I'd like to report a murder..."
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Post by Manifus Alcantar on Jun 22, 2005 14:01:16 GMT -5
"Emergency services. A murder? First, are you injured in any way? What is the address, or what are you near?"
The voice is that of a young woman, calm and soothing.
The streets are mostly empty by this time of night. The alleys tend to come alive at these hours, though this particular one is quiet for obvious reasons. Those few people who were in the area and witnessed the event have long since ran after seeing a possible fight, and those who remained ran after the gun came out.
Jillian was, for the most part, all alone.
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Post by kittie on Jun 22, 2005 14:50:13 GMT -5
The moment The ratty haired man shut the door he would feel himself being watched, Turning around he would see silently stood before him Ash, Her long white cape flowing over her body as she lifted her arms to cross upon her bust, tilting her head in a dark smirk at the scrawny looking man, her hood coating her face in shadows, black bangs of hair tracing over her cheeks, watching him, speaking only when he had turned…[/b] “…now now…don’t you want to play chase? Or maybe you want to play Hide and seek?..” Her supple crimson painted lips let a smirk slowly creep over her expressions, disturbed and rather deadly in appearance as she would look side to side, her arms unfolding from her chest to hang idly at her side bellow the furls of her cloak, disappearing from his sight completely.
The mans shadow would start to quiver and shift, as would the shadows in the room, moving and shifting unnaturally as she held her smirk in watching him, her voice coming forth again…[/b] “…tell me..why did you kidnap that young male?..because he has more money than you..better things than you do and you want them right?...or just for a bit of fun maybe?...try have your fun and spend your stolen riches without your hands or tongue...” The woman’s smirk would deepen, the shadows around the room started to mould in to shapes. One in particular started to grow behind her, taking shape as a large male figure, a juggernaught or barbarian looking brute, muscles ripped deep and high, a large maul held in his hands and slung on one shoulder, his head nearly touching the ceiling and a dark grin on his face.
His purple coloured skin was torn up, flesh showing and blood dried all over his image, he watched the man then down at Ash, though this would not be an opponent for the little male before her, no no. The large beastly man turned and bashed his way out through the wall and be gone from sight, his path was taken to follow the scent of the orcish man with the kidnapped man, catching the distance in thundering footsteps onwards, bashing and sweeping the maul if any of the others decided trying to pounce him.
If the Scrawny man was still there at this point she would speak again, slowly stepping towards him, pausing her image a few feet away, her entire image flickering like a computer error on a screen, like a graphics problem, and then realigned itself in her words..[/b] “…now tell me were the male is being taken before I tare your arms and legs off…or something worse..” if he had gone or tried to attack she would simply fade away from sight, following him or staying hidden. Unless somehow stopped. Note: The shadows would still be shifting, as would his shadow.
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Post by Manifus Alcantar on Jun 22, 2005 15:22:49 GMT -5
Brad smiles and shakes his head.
"Darling, you have no idea who ya messing with, do ya? Are ya out to be slaughtered, or what? I swear, people these days just can't keep to themselves. All ya damn vigilantes."
Brad presses a switch and throws one of the small devices down, the instrument sending waves of light outwards.
He loved those things. So handy.
Then he runs, and dives into another building.
The Half-Orc is running along. By the time the creature reaches him, it becomes quickly obvious that he is no longer carrying the noble.
[Brad moves to Tavern thread]
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Post by Clockworkchicken on Jun 25, 2005 15:19:08 GMT -5
/me took a deep breath, and continued to talk to the, kind of calming womans voice.
"I'm not injured, but there are two..."
He closed his eyes, and opened them again, as if he wanted to check if it was true... if everything wasn't just a dream.
"...there are two bodies here, both mutilated. The criminals, they..."
He stopped again, his voice was hardly hearable by the panting. The voice told him to calm down, and continue his story.
"Yes, I think it was a gang war. There was a woman, dressed in white, attacking these men, and the rest of them, fled. But they aren't innoscents. They carried a... body. There was a small man with a ratty face, and an halforc..."
He closed his eyes and leaned against the wall, sliding down slowly. The woman on the other side of the line continued.
"thank you, sir, we will send someone over to you to investigate. Can you give me your location?"
Jillian opened his eyes, and stared at the corpses again, his face pale. He nodded, though she couldn't see it on the other side of the line.
"yes, it's.. it's ember street, near the crossing with the hadder passage."
Jillian was flabbergasped that he could just rattle this records up. The woman thanked him again, friendly, and soothing. Jillian thanked her too, gratefull to have someone on his side, then let the cellphone slide down his body to the ground, where he pressed the red disconnect button under a long sigh.
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