Alicia Winters
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"Maybe somewhere else will not be half as cold as me."
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Post by Alicia Winters on Jul 22, 2005 7:34:29 GMT -5
With the presences she knew waited outside Alicia was very much on her guard telepathically as well as telekinetically. Even though she had expected an attack from either, or posibly both, the figures outside rather than the blabbering imbecile standing in her hall she was far from unprepared for it. She didn't move from where she stood but a kinetic pulse instinctly diverted the darts from their course towards her before any had come close enough to penetrate her clothes the instant her vampiric senses felt them. The darts dropped to the floor with gentle taps to the polished marble, and her mental guard against further attacks was raised to its full. The next moment she turned her eyes towards him, turning her back to the side of the door so she could with just a small turn of her head face either those outside or the one inside, for the moment it was the latter. Her expression and gaze oddly had not changed in the slightest, detached and stone cold.
"You dropped something, Mr Tynor." ...and neither had her voice.
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Post by Manifus Alcantar on Jul 22, 2005 8:07:16 GMT -5
He pulls the papers out from atop the strange blade-like pistol that he held within his hand. It was quite easy to see why it escaped notice earlier: it seemed to wrap around his hand, each part coming from within the long sleeve of his shirt. His thumb stuck out of one side, while the other fingers were lost within the metals of the weapon.
He smiled and shook his head.
"Actually..."
His thumb slides over the surface of the weapon, and there is an audible "click". Each of the darts' tips slide open, razors coming out and spinning swiftly as the tips fall away. A small object is ejected from each dart at around the same time... small objects that radiated sheer light.
The blade-like pistol on Tynor's hand broke apart and slid into the inside of his sleeve with hardly a noise other than the slight sound of fabric moving.
"You dropped them. I shot them. I figured none would reach you, but they didn't have to, thankfully. It just would have been a lot better if they had. I mean, who couldn't wish an eternity of paralysis on their most hated foe?"
The lights seem to shine ever more brightly, their light quickly filling the main hall of the estate, pouring out of the main door and the windows. Their effect was strange: first, the was pressure in the chest. That was soon followed by excruciating pain, and a lock up of all muscles and mental powers.
Grisham Tynor closed the doors throughout the room and then made his way to Alicia.
"There was a legend, long ago, of a candle whose light would paralyze a vampire. It used the strength of the vampire's blood against them, so the strongest had the most to fear from this candle. It hardly mattered in the end, since all of the undead were paralyzed either way. That's about what you should be feeling right now. You see, Cantus has its hands in weapons developement as well as medicine and media, or anything else it's involved with. At one point, someone suggested making racially specific weapons. They started with Fiends, some of the most powerful creatures out there, then branched out to other interesting critters. Like vampires."
Grisham kneels down and grabs one of the darts, running it across the back of his fingers as he stood once more.
"These were originally for parasites, by the way. Ironic, eh?
Anyways, someone found that candle, and harnessed its light. One of Cantus' perfect blends of magic and science. I modified the chambers and the Blade for this, switching out the original critters in the darts with stones made by solidifying the light. Cool, huh? Well, the end result is as you see and feel... a perfect weapon against the rising vampiric population."
The Blade slides out of his sleeve once more, forming over his hand. He pulls out a small object and tinkers with it a bit, until a small comparment pops open. He places three more darts into this compartment, and then pushes it until it pops into the closed position. Then the whole thing breaks apart again, and slides back under his sleeve.
"The only problem with it is that it takes a little too much time and effort to reload it constantly. The chamber that holds the ammunition is sealed shut in most cases to keep the ammo from falling out of the casings when the whole thing breaks apart and slides up one's sleeve. Real hassle. I wish they found a better way. Not necessary, but it'd be nice, right?
So... Alicia Winters... I'd ask how you feel about the situation, but I know the response already. You never really changed much. Cold as the heart of winter, and as dead as the trail of corpses you leave in your wake. Such as those belonging to employees who once worked for you.
By the way, it would have been more effective if you slammed the darts against the wall. Would have possibly broken the stones within."
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Alicia Winters
New Minion
"Maybe somewhere else will not be half as cold as me."
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Post by Alicia Winters on Jul 27, 2005 16:49:28 GMT -5
The moment she sensed the slightest movement in the little darts, she moved. With the fastest speed she could muster under the circumstances, which was still much of her Vampiric speed, she stepped forward and a little to the right which, considering where she was and how she stood, took her to the other side of the second, and still locked and closed, front door. As she moved her hand reached back and pushed hard to shove the door shut between her and the little yappermouth. She heard him say something but she completely ignored it and continued on down the front of her house until she reached the end of the porch where she hesitated.
This time of day was always tiring until the sun set, stepping off the porch would take her in to the sunlight and weaken her drastically. She could feel the odd drain that even the fraction of that strange light had caused on her and it ached. While sunlight didn't kill her it would make matters drastically worse. However, she had to assume there were more of those critters where the last ones had come from.
After hesitating for only a second or two she ran out in to the sunlight with a frown against the nauseating drain it caused on her but she kept moving around the corner of the mansion as fast as she could considering the situation, which was drastically lessening by the moment, reducing her pace to little more than a fast mortal run.
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Post by Twinblade-Rhapsody on Jul 29, 2005 13:54:23 GMT -5
Raedallis Trannyth, son of Baalzebul, the lord of the Seventh Layer of Hell, needed no kind of introduction. He was a devil of the Baator, had been a soldier during the Blood Wars, and had been cast from the Nine Hells in a final confrontation with Belial. Anyone who knew him knew of his past, and didn’t need him to appear in a maelstrom of hellfire, nor to appear from the shadows. You see Rae preferred to walk, it was more healthy for you.
Rae was a little over six-foot tall, and weighed around three hundred pounds. You could possibly guess by the massive amount of muscle that was packed tightly onto his frame. His clothing was all black, just like his hair, and two scars adorned the corners of his red eyes. A black tank top, black pants, and black combat boots. Not to mention two large daggers attached to his hips in black sheathes, and a large black cloak. He was absolutely massive, and some would even say daunting.
He hadn’t been to Alicia Winters’ manor in a few months, and the last time he was there it wasn’t a social call. This time… that was about what it was. More or less. He need work. His cloths were beaten and battered and charred from flame, and all in all he looked like shit. You couldn’t tell what he had been doing, but whatever it was it had been messy.
So Rae sauntered on up to the front door, after passing the woods and such, and then without hesitation pushed open the door. She might not have liked him barging, but he was a devil what did he care? He obviously hadn’t seen her run out the door before, but no matter.
“Miss Winters, you in here?”
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Post by Manifus Alcantar on Jul 30, 2005 13:43:28 GMT -5
Grisham smiled, shaking his head as he picked up the stones, the bones of his legs cracking audibly as they shifted slightly. Spider-like legs ripped their way through his sides, tipped with blades. He glanced at the door as it was pushed open, but otherwise ignored the man that stepped into the establishment as he leaped through one of the many windows, pursuing Alicia. His own speed was heavily increased by his leaping abilities. Perhaps he would not have caught her in the height of her power. Now, however, he was more than capable of following and even catching her.
Especially since he let the light shine through the day from his hands, to pour over Alicia as he closed the distance between them.
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Clockworkchicken
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Post by Clockworkchicken on Jul 30, 2005 15:02:08 GMT -5
For anyone to hear, the litter of the manor's mailbox would clatter. Though there was no mailman, or message boy or the like, a small, folder-like letter softly landed on the bottom of it.
"Art happening of the year.
All are invited to the appartement of the V.G.A Jake Witty, in central Iora. An all-white party is given here, as a warm-up for the revealing of the happening. White clothing and formal wear is a must."
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Alicia Winters
New Minion
"Maybe somewhere else will not be half as cold as me."
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Post by Alicia Winters on Aug 17, 2005 8:40:36 GMT -5
The shattering of a large sashed window broke the silence in the air as she passed around the corner without doubt he was setting after her. With the corner of the house still between them another window shattered and it's curtains tore as she came towards it, one hand outstretched after sending the kinetic blast that had shattered it and torn the heavy curtain. The fragments of glass flew mostly inwards though some came to land in the grass below.
With the still considerable speed she lept up in to the broken window and as she passed through it wrapped herself in the heavy fabric of the curtain. She continued to run inside the room, pulling the fabric completely shut and then the bundle stopped suddenly and the curtain fell empty to the floor, as she had merged with the shadows the daylight-blocking curtains had afforded her, and given her the darkness she needed to step in to.
The very small room was completely black as she stepped out from the shadows. She was out of breath, dizzy and more than a little nauseaous. Whoever he was had come prepared. She reached out to the wall beside her for support as she slowly slouched down to one knee to gather herself. A few coathangers fell with white blouses and shirts at her clumsy movement. She had not managed to go very far. This was far from a dignified place to retreat to but it would have to do for now.
With a considerable frown and trembling hands she focused the strength she had left to reach out to Rae telepathically. Her chest felt so very tight and every muscle was stiff and painful.
[Telepathically]"I have a job for you."
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Post by Manifus Alcantar on Aug 18, 2005 22:05:52 GMT -5
Grisham Tynor tilted his head and smiled. Yep, she was going for the windows and shadows, just as he thought. Not that he had to worry... the Dimensional Anchor effect would have already set in, anyways. Of course, the vampire should have been paralyzed, since that effect was instantaneous, the light seeping into the flesh and stopping them and their powers dead, but he supposed Alicia was slightly resiliant. Oh well.
The webs spring up between Alicia and the shattered window in the blink of an eye, each as strong as steel, and about three layers. Also, highly adhesive, catching the shards of glass and holding them fast. The edges of the web were much like razor wire, not something to be messed with by any means.
Grisham continued to hold the stones out, humming happily as their light continued to pour out over the area.[ooc: Please give me more time to respond. Escaping is fine, but escaping through a complicated method, and then calling another leaves little time for me to react. ]
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Alicia Winters
New Minion
"Maybe somewhere else will not be half as cold as me."
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Post by Alicia Winters on Aug 30, 2005 18:39:24 GMT -5
Alicia's eyes widened in surprise as the window was blocked by large strange webs. She was already in the air bound for the inside when she realised and in reflex she attempted to push back telekinetically to keep clear of them but no such energy emerged. She had no time to hardly notice it however before her entire body succumbed to a terrible torture. The Light. She didn't have to see it to know it. Her muscles all seized up, cramping in tremendous disabling pain.
Her face scowled for just a moment at the pain before it took over so much that her every muscle relaxed out of her control. She slammen in to the web, the sharp wires ripping cuts in her clothes and to her hands and arms. But no sound came from her other than that.
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Inside the mansion it is quiet. Terribly quiet. Though there rarely is much in the ways of sounds in there anyway the silence in there now is almost oppressive. From the outside, and very faintly through a corridor inside off to Rae's right, there is the sound of shattering glass and a loudish noise that suddenly breaks the silence. But other than that no one comes to greet him. Odd in itself as they always do.[Sorry. My fault. My brain went away, it mumbled something about the Outer Hebrides. ][/color]
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Post by Manifus Alcantar on Aug 30, 2005 20:49:26 GMT -5
Grisham grins and leaps up to the wall, his legs digging into the brick of the house as he crawls towards Alicia. He stops, not that far from her face.
"You still don't remember me, do you? Then again, we met very briefly. I'd gloat and all, but you wouldn't care anyways and probably retort with something better than I could counter. I'm not all that great at that kind of thing.
What I will say is that you're not going to die. You're going to wish you had."
He pulls out the gun once more, carefully aiming it at her while holding the stone in his other hand...
[That's ok ;D]
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Post by Calli on Aug 31, 2005 9:41:32 GMT -5
Shira had remained hidden through all the happenings within the manor. She kept her mind open, to allow herself to have some inkling on what was going on within that manor house. Her senses picked up many within the area, her silvery eyes narrowing before she used her abilities to dissapper within the darknessand if possible to appaer within the room Alicia was within.
She took in all the surrondings. The substance on the window. Narrowing her eyes, Shira flexed the muscles in her arm so the spikes she used as weapons were overlapping her fingers. Ready for battle, if one should approuch, Shira moved towards her fledgling, kneeling down in order to place a gentle hand to her arm. "Oh my dear... this is why we should stay as remote and hidden as possible. Your enimys are many, and most know of the disease I've given to you." Shira shook her head sadly and moved her hand to stroke the womans mane of hair.
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Post by Manifus Alcantar on Sept 13, 2005 13:02:46 GMT -5
Grisham raises an eyebrow, a little perplexed as to why another vampire would willingly enter the light of the stone. Shrugging, he just kept it out. After all, she apparently knew the Ice Queen. So it was likely that she too was an enemy.
So he would just let the stone paralyze her, and rob her of her abilities as well. With the stones and their light, he was completely safe from those of vampiric origin.
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Alicia Winters
New Minion
"Maybe somewhere else will not be half as cold as me."
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Post by Alicia Winters on Sept 20, 2005 4:41:12 GMT -5
Alicia remained almost motionless. The odd muscle trembled in the still ripping pain of the light searing over her, making her pale skin and pure white hair gleam in a way it never had before. But she did not notice it, for once she didnt care what she looked like. This insect was nothing she had any wish to even look at no less receive his worship. His hatred for her was far more comfortable.
As the gun came straight at her she didn't flinch. She barely had any ability or strength to and she didn't care to try. Not now. Her faint breaths were rugged. Her pale eyes seemed lifeless. More so than usual. She didn't appear to be looking at anything, she barely seemed to register what her eyes had in front of them at all. Her focus was elsewhere. Inside her mind. For all of the crippling power of the light she could still feel and she sensed the approach of someone who truly held her hatred.
As Shira came to her side, Alicia's eyes suddenly came to life and were solidly set on her. A fierce icy cold hatred flashed in them as the familiar voice spoke. Her Sire seemed completely unaffected by the light at first, making her wonder if this was all Shira's show for a moment. It wouldn't surprise her. Just another Toy doing her work such as she had used Zach.
Her pure fury at seeing Shira again, hearing that patronising voice made Alicia's powerless hands tremble more than the torturing light already forced on them. With considerable effort she managed to speak, her voice icier than even Shira had heard before. Her plain but defiant words aimed at neither and both.
"My wish for death is nothing new."
Her eyes were firmly on Shira, waiting for the light that tortured her body to cast its curse over her sire. Surely she was subject to it? Alicia found herself actually in hope. An alien feeling born out of the burning desire to see her Sire suffer.
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Post by Calli on Oct 8, 2005 9:52:03 GMT -5
Pity filled Shira's mind as she gazed upon her child. The could feel the cold hatred pouring out of her... directed at her. Slowly she made a move to step away, just as the fridgid light took ahold of her body.
Pain was the only thing Shira felt. Her whole body felt as if it was on fire. The vampiress fell to her knee's, her silver eyes closed tightly, long mane falling around her face.
"What... is this Alicia?!" Shira growled out, gritting her teeth in the effort. Anger now coursed throughout her being. Sympathy! God damned symapthy and her strong, maternal feelings toward her beloved fledgling at lead her into certain death.
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Post by Telomerase on Oct 24, 2005 13:34:11 GMT -5
Shadows lengthened and the wind died, the many windows of the manor frosting over as the air chilled quite suddenly. Plants that were rather close to the three individuals closed their petals, as if night had approached.
From the shadows stepped a nearly doll-like figure, a man with a face that could easily be describe as porcelain. Every angle was exactly as it should be and it was hard to think of anything but perfection... or terror at such a completely unnatural visage.
Two yellow eyes stared out upon the scene as the man doubled over in pain from the light of the stones that Grisham wielded. He seemed just as incapacitated as the others... yet, he had other weapons at his disposal that had little to do with him. His shadow rose into the air, taking on a physical tangible form. The shadow slid through the air, losing the shape it held before and resembling something more akin to a cloud of blades. Tendrils of wispy black smoke reach out for Tynor, the dark attempting to eclipse the light of those stones while many other tendrils tried to drag Grisham in.
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