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Post by Soul Meister on Jun 9, 2009 20:59:25 GMT -5
Zara almost jumped as a small girl crashed into Vincent and threatened him. This was wrong and uncanny, most of all rude. Gently with the tips of her clawed hand, she reached and picked up the girl to face her directly.
"You know, it is rude and disruptive behavior to pounce on a man like that. I don't care if he is your target, you should talk to him before threatening. Blah blah blah yada yada yada scold scold scold," Zara continued the same procedure like she had done a thousand times. While still careful not to hurt the poor victim.
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Post by Erik on Jun 9, 2009 21:10:28 GMT -5
Leon sighed, watching as some girl knocked Vincent down, threatening him at blade point. He was about to use magic on her, before stopping. He'd hurt Vincent in the process, so he'd refrain from it. He watched as the dragon picked up the girl and started to scold her. He couldn't help but grin at the lecture, before turning to Vincent. Again, he helped him up, looking at the new wound on his neck. "Ah, so your a vampire then? That probably explains the 'illness' you claimed to have..." He trailed off, noticing he wasn't really bleeding - or at all. After helping Vincent up, he turned to the dragon; still seeing her lecturing the girl. He sighed, figuring he'd talk to Vincent while keeping a keen eye on the girl in the process. "Also, I'm just assuming. Don't take it as an offense, or anything..." He murmured.
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Post by Halfblood on Jun 9, 2009 21:24:08 GMT -5
Cleo was surprised when her body went airborne. She hissed, and clawed one last time at her target, still glaring at him when she was rotated in the mighty beast's claws. The girl jumped when she came face-to-face with it, and at one point, very afraid. But her shivering stopped when the voice that came from the beast was rather angelic and even motherly. It had a tinge of anger to it, and the girl crossed her arms as she tried to drink in what the dragon was saying as she hung by her claws, high above the ground. Oh god, she's gonna drop me. Cleo broke into a sweat as she revelled in the vision of her being thrown into the ground, her body becoming limp and deformed. She hugged herself, ignoring the dragon's rambling. The mercenary interrupted her with pleading. "Please, please don't drop me!" She whimpered as she stared at the ground again. Her hand was on her sword's hilt as her body swayed. Cleo looked up at the menacing dragon again, waiting for her death. Her target was on his feet again, and she managed to growl.
Cleo looked up again, this time impatient. The dragon was still moving its ugly lips, more lecturing. Why was it lecturing her? She had no clue. Cleo crossed her arms as she swayed, her heart pumping. Ignoring the dragon, she looked down at Vincent and growled. "Hey! Don't you be leaving! I swear I will have your head!" She fumed, not caring what the dragon said, although she was still deathly afraid of what was going to happen..
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Post by Twilight on Jun 9, 2009 21:41:19 GMT -5
The idea of just falling on the ground would have probably been a better idea, Vincent realized as he looked up at the girl who had pinned him to the ground. Smaller target. With a flurry of action, she pressed a dagger to his neck and muttered something so quickly, he wasn’t sure if they were even words. “A headhunter?” he whispered. He wanted to swallow or move, but he was sure even the smallest movement would send the knife into his jugular. Thoughts raced through his mind—just who had he offended? Did someone fine out he was in the Fellowship? Was Cain trying to off him for some reason?
Just as he was about to ask her, she was lifted away. At first, he was completely confused, no thanks to the sun, but then he noticed the dragon was the one who had saved him. He stared, befuddled, at nothing in particular until Leon yet again helped him up. “That’s a—that’s a rather strange assumption to make,” he said, rubbing the wound on his neck. It wasn’t very deep, but it still wasn’t bleeding. He really needed to drink before he collapsed and didn’t get up again.
Hating the situation more and more as every second passed, he pulled out his flask and took a drink. It’s alcohol, he would say. Even so, did it really matter if they knew what he was? He looked up at the girl, who was screaming something else at him. “I’m not going anywhere,” he said, licking his lips. “But maybe next time you should go after a quarry who doesn’t have a dragon for a friend. Who hired you, anyway?”
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Post by Soul Meister on Jun 9, 2009 21:57:44 GMT -5
Shaking the girl's collar a little Zara tried to get her attention. She wasn't the type that would torture anyone, so she placed the girl at the back of her hand.
"Please listen, I would prefer it that you do not hurt my friend there. Are you sure you have the right person, if so, is there anyway that I can make up for it?" she asked, before setting her back on the ground, yet still holding onto the collar of the girl's clothing. She didn't plan on letting go if it comes to life and death.
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Post by Erik on Jun 9, 2009 22:12:17 GMT -5
Leon shrugged, "Could be worse," he mumbled. He decided that standing wasn't worth it, and there was no need to say anything; for this did not include him. He walked over to the booth, sitting down and leaning against it. He sounded like an idiot, most likely. Bringing up vampires, or accusing Vincent of being one. Wait, he was stupid. All people tended to be stupid, and he was no exception. Why did he bring up that childhood interest, anyways? That's all he wanted right now, was to be scrambling through his past. He hated his past, as he lived a depressing life. He shook the feelings off, looking at the people in front of him. Rather - the two people and dragon. He wouldn't speak unless spoken to. Just sitting there waiting for something to happen. God, did he feel pathetic. He scowled, looking at nothing in general.
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Post by Halfblood on Jun 10, 2009 12:34:22 GMT -5
"I will go after whoever I want thank you!" She shouted back, her body still swaying in the open air. "And do you think a hitman reveals her secrets? Pah! Imbecile" Cleo looked away, her finger tapping on her bicep as she continued to ignore the dragon's words.
Cleo pursed her lips, sighing as she did so, her knuckles clenched as she looked into the dragon's eye, her fear for it still blooming, but the fear had died down a little after hearing the thing nag at her over and over. The girl glared at the dragon in a dull fashion, looking away, angry and humiliated. "I don't need to be told what to do thank you." She muttered, cringing when the dragon shook her collar, making her throat close up. Cleo gagged, and was relieved when the dragon put her on the ground. She took a deep breath, and took the chance she had been given. A dagger was expertly placed at the crook in her elbow, all she had to do was bend it and it would be in her grasp. Cocking the joint, the blade fell into her hand silently, making her almost grin.
Now Cleo gave her full attention to the dragon, nodding in exaggeration to her facade. Out of her peripherals, she spotted her target. A quick flick of her wrist and the dagger was soaring through the air, whistling as it tore through the space between her and her target. She nodded again, making sure the dragon didn't notice. Cleo even patted the claw of the dragon in understanding. "I am sorry dear dragon. Maybe it isn't worth it." She let a fake smile creep over her face as she monitored the dagger's flight, waiting for it to strike.
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Post by Erik on Jun 10, 2009 12:51:57 GMT -5
Leon blankly sat there, reviewing his past with unnecessary need. He had nothing else to do, and he was always like this when he felt useless. He was a shell, almost; probably more pathetic then a shell. He sighed, finally getting up. At that precise moment, a sharp pain developed in his head. His eye, rather. It felt like a needle had been stabbed into it, no.. A dagger? Oh well, it wasn't like it could kill him just yet. He felt light headed, falling back down to the booth he had been sitting by earlier. He was tempted to yell out his average response 'nobody panic, everything is fine', but he couldn't even do that much. He just sat there in an attempt to ignore the sharp pain in his head. His breathing was labored, perhaps he was going into shock? Maybe, he didn't know. Why should he know? It wasn't everyday you got stabbed in the eye with a dagger.
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Post by Soul Meister on Jun 10, 2009 12:59:27 GMT -5
Zara yelped, or as close to it as possible. There was mixed emotions gong through all her body, anger, distress, panic, and most of all fear, fear of her new friend dying. She tried to deny it, that this girl was actually there to kill one of them. In the midst of all the confusion, she did not notice her body change at all. Until she found that she was holding the girl's collar with a human hand. She wasn't going to her go so easily, even though she should have been more concerned about turning human. Instead, she literally hugged the girl with all her might, it was a convenient form of trapping.
"Someone help him!!" She said, still holding Cleo in a bear hug. Just because she was human, that doesn't mean she wasn't strong.
"We'll get this sort out, I'm sure you didn't mean to stab him in the eye," Zara spoke to the girl as gently as she could.
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Post by Halfblood on Jun 10, 2009 13:48:32 GMT -5
Cleo growled in her throat as the target was intercepted by another man. The dagger hit him square in the eye, but was supposed to hit Vincent's neck. She clicked her teeth and muttered a slur of curse words because of her failure. "Dammit! Stupid aim." Cleo muttered, paying no mind to the bewildered man who happened to sit down again, a dagger stuck in his cornea. She smirked and giggled to herself before looking back to the dragon, who happened to be whimpering. Cleo rolled her eyes and was about to lunge from her grasp, but as she tried, something strange was starting to happen. The brittle claw that was dangerously close to her neck slowly grew softer and slimmer, and the roaring depression that emanated from the dragon became lighter. Zara's scales were replaced with flesh, and a young woman stood in her place.
Cleo, dumbfounded, tried to back away, but the dragon immediately took her into a backbreaking hug, making Cleo struggle for breath. She struggled, but the woman held her to herself, her bare flesh crushing her like a pillow. The woman coughed once as the woman spoke again, defending her. For what? The dagger. Who cared? Cleo sighed, of course the dragon would. She was so strange. "Excuse me, miss, can you uh- ease up?" She coughed again as she struggled to flex her muscles.
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Post by Erik on Jun 10, 2009 14:03:42 GMT -5
Leon heard the girl laughing, no matter how blurry the sound was. "Laugh all you want, it won't get you anything..." He murmured, tempted to slouch further down this damned store booth. The owner had abandoned it, just his luck. If he hadn't, he may have got some help. He noticed people looking at the girl holding the one who had tried to kill Vincent earlier - none of which coming over here to help him. He grabbed the side of the booth, helping himself up. He felt lightheaded, to the point where he might fall over again. He felt sick, no... Worse then sick. His vision was blurred beyond belief, even in the eye that wasn't stabbed. He looked over to the dragon, who was now human. If no one else would help him, she'd have to help him.
He could barely even hold himself up, knowing he'd pass out in a matter of minutes. He let go of the booth, letting himself hit the ground. It hurt, oh how it hurt... But he didn't care. He had no reason to live, right? Life was just cruel, death was supposed to be a better part of life... Why then, did it hurt so damn much? He didn't have much time to think about it, before he blacked out. Hopefully someone would remove that damned knife out of his eye.
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Post by Twilight on Jun 10, 2009 15:41:23 GMT -5
Vincent didn’t have much time to react after the headhunter’s snide comment. As he was thinking of how exactly he might be able to find out who hired her, she produced a dagger, seemingly out of thin air, and flung it at him. Vincent dove backward, but it wouldn’t be fast enough—if it didn’t hit him in the neck, it would be in the eye, forehead, or back. He waited those split seconds after the knife left her hand, but he felt no jarring pain. Glancing up, he noted the dragon was beginning to change into… something, but he had no time to figure out what. Just where had the dagger gone?
A crash near him at the booth answered his question. The knife had flown not into his eye, but in Leon’s. Vincent gritted his teeth. Going after him was one thing, but if you can’t even aim an attack at the right man, you had no business being an assassin. It was only common sense. And now Leon was half-dead. How the tables have turned, he thought ironically.
Growing up a noble in the Dark World, he was forced to learn as least the bare basics of doctoring, but in all those practice sessions, he had sutures, cleansing alcohol, and dozens of other materials he had none of now. Tearing off a piece of his shirt, he realized there was only one thing he could do. He knelt before Leon and pressed the cloth to what remained of his eye. He knew that in puncture wounds to the chest, it was always better to leave the item in before better medical attention was possible, but he had no idea if that applied to eye or head wounds as well. Scowling at the indifference of the others, he said, “This man over here is dying, and you’re just standing there. Headhunter, you probably know more about this than I do, and I think you owe it to your client to not leave a trail of collateral damage. Now help me!”
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Post by Halfblood on Jun 11, 2009 10:15:57 GMT -5
Cleo finally managed to break free of the dragon lady's chokehold, and brush herself off. She glanced at the naked woman and sighed. Cleo would give her something to cloak herself with, but every garment she wore was peppered with weapons of mass murder. All she could do was grin and pat her shoulder as she sobbed. "I'm uh, gonna go and help your friend now okay? So...you stay here and try to stop crying." She faked a grin of sympathy before turning to face her target, who was asking for her help. Cleo stomped over to where the victim lay, clicking her teeth in irritation. "Dammit you! Why couldn't you just stay out of my business!" She growled as she took the cloth Vincent held and placed her hand around the puncture, ignoring his groans. Cleo carefully drew the dagger out, the eye following it as she did so. Real sympathy flooded through her as she remembered how painful this could be without sedatives. With another dagger that materialized in her hand somehow, she clipped the nerve so that a gaping hole was all that was left of the wound.
Cleo dropped the shishkabobbed eye into Vincent's lap as she eased the nerve back into its rightful place in the socket. "The pain will wear off in about three or four days." She mumbled impatiently, wiping the last of the optic ooze from his socket. Cleo stood up and glowered at Vincent this could be her chance.. "There, all fixed. Happy? Now can I please return to what I came here for?" She pulled out the mugshot and the letters scrawled beneath it. Cautiously, she looked back at Zara, hoping she wouldn't interfere with her business yet again. Sighing, she showed Vincent the picture of himself, and the amount of money that was placed atop his head. "You are a wanted man Vincent Allandor. Skipping your execution and participating in behavior that is not suitable. No wonder they want you dead for this price." She smirked as the paper slid from her hands, her arms crossed in front of her, her finger twitching sideways once to allow one more weapon loosen from its hold. Cleo looked up at him with satisfaction in her eyes, although her mouth stayed smooth, she could see the outcome, yes, it was clear.
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Post by Soul Meister on Jun 11, 2009 10:24:38 GMT -5
Zara wiped off her tears of worry and tried to think up of something that could help in anyway possible. She tried to walk, but actually fell straight onto the ground. This new body was really unbearable. Back in the swamps, she never had to worry about anything such as these, but she wasn't there... She was here, stuck in between some sort of quarrel. Crawling over to the rest of of them, she eyed the girl and Vincent.
"Can we settle this later!?! I think Leon needs a safe place to rest!"
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Post by Twilight on Jun 11, 2009 15:41:43 GMT -5
Vincent stared, mouth agape, at the papers. “My—my execution?” But it was right there, in plain ink, even his surname which barely anyone in this world knew. There was no talking himself out of this one—she had the right man. But… execution? The other part of the accusation could be put down to his work in the Fellowship. He gritted his teeth in frustration and brushed the gelatinous glob which used to be the eye off his lap. Even with the help the headhunter allotted him, Leon was still bleeding, and he would need real medical attention if the eye was the only thing he would lose. But what was he supposed to do?
His hands started to shake—there was murder in the girl’s eyes. For the first time in a long time, he had become the hunted; he was the one backed into a corner. Nothing the dragon girl could yell would save him. No, he was on his own. But he wouldn’t let the overwhelming odds convince him to just give up. Vincent licked his finger, still coated in Leon’s blood. He felt a surge of adrenaline, of a new source of hope. With one fluid motion, he drew his rapier and held it against, not her neck, but Leon’s. He grinned the most maniacal smile he could manage. “I know who sent you,” he lied. “And I know that person would hate to have his hands smeared with more blood than is necessary. Whether they blame it on me, the quarry, or on you, the dog, it will always reflect badly upon the master, and I’m sure he will not be so forgiving of error as to let a mongrel live.” He looked up from Leon’s gaping eye hole and met the headhunter’s eyes. “Why don’t we take the dragon’s advice? Eh, pup?”
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