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Post by Halfblood on Jun 11, 2009 16:02:07 GMT -5
Cleo watched in satisfaction as the horror spread over her target's face. A needle fell into her palm, which hid behind her thigh in a casual stance. When she was about to silence him for good though, the man's thumb pressed itself to his mouth, and a strange glimmer formed in his eyes. On instinct, she forced herself to move backwards as she watched in surprise when the horrorstruck face turned into one who belonged to a homicidal maniac. She stared on in disbelief for a moment, but her mood changed when a weapon was held to the other man's throat. Cleo stared on in sincerity, her knuckles clenching as she watched the vein pulse under the man's skin.
"You really are a monster you know." She laughed half-heartedly at Vincent. "Look at yourself. You are threatening another man's life so you get the priviledge of leaving. They should have done away with you long ago. You dirty parasite." Cleo took on step forward, kneeling so they were eye-to-eye. A nasty grin was on her face as she watched her words sink in. "If you can live with yourself for killing an innocent, then go ahead and do so. You'll just have more of my kind after your head." She tapped his nose with her free hand, her smile fading as she turned to face his arm that held the rapier. Cleo was afraid of what he could do, and she didn't want to clean up the mess of a dead person. She always hated that job.
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Post by Soul Meister on Jun 11, 2009 16:13:23 GMT -5
For a minute she switched views between Vincent and Cleo, not sure what to think. When things settled, an unknown emotion began to rise from inside her, something she had never felt before. It made her feel agitated at both of them and little sympathy for Leon now. She read it somewhere, she was feeling...anger.
"Silence both of you!" Zara said, the feeling consuming her as she changed form back into a dragon.
"You know! I feel...I feel that I want to burn every last one of you to ashes," she spat, spots of black fire landing near the small group that continued to burn for at least a few more minutes.
"Do as I SAY or I WILL BE THE ONE to make both of your lives miserable! Get him to a proper doctor NOW!!" she commanded, smashing her clawed hand dangerously close to them.
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Post by Twilight on Jun 11, 2009 16:27:59 GMT -5
Vincent could feel his heartbeat quicken and his hands shake with contained emotions—fear, hate, guilt, all of it. What am I doing? What…? He sucked in a shuttering, weak breath as she mentioned the word. Parasite. He was no filthy tick, no flea, no mosquito. His fist clenched around the sword. It rattled, disconcertingly close to breaking the skin on Leon’s fragile neck. “How am I the plague on society,” he whispered, “if I’ve done more good this year than you have your entire life?”
Suddenly, a voice shook through the scene. Vincent glanced away from headhunter for a split second. The dragon didn’t seem like she was kidding, and, really, wasn’t what Zara was demanding the very thing he wanted? Then why was he so reluctant to follow it? He growled to himself and went to sheath his sword, but the headhunters words continued to echo through his head, words which stabbed like that knife. He spun to face her with inhuman speed and went to push her down. His sword stabbed to the side of her head, a purposeful miss, an experience he intended that she would never forget. “Never,” he muttered. “Never call me a parasite.”
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Post by Halfblood on Jun 11, 2009 16:46:17 GMT -5
Her smile was wiped off of her face at his remark, but she wasn't angry at all. "Do you think I care? Psh, I can live with myself. It's who I am, it's what I do. Nice try though." She said, commenting on his comeback. The roar of the great dragon made her jump to her feet in surprise, only remaining upright for a split second before she was forced to the ground, a sword's blade dangerously close to her neck. Her eyes were slits at his dmeand, and a wry smile crept upon her face yet again. "My my, sensitive aren't we?" Cleo was hiding her fear, her heart raced faster then it had ever raced before, but she was good at doing this kind of thing. It was why she never had to look too far for a job. She could be whatever her clients wanted her to be. Cleo forced him off of her with a shove, and rose to her feet again, wiping off the dirt that stained her leggings.
"Alright dragon, alright!" She shouted, watching numerous people scurry away from their spot. The area around them was vacant, as if a vile smell coated the area. That was a good thing, she didn't need people witnessing her actions, it was always harder to collect heads when there was an audience. Cleo glanced at her target once more, her expression stern and defiant as her hair blew across her face. The air was silent with unspoken words, but the tension ran higher then ever. She could feel the electricity between them, it caused goosebumps to pepper her arms as she glared. Cleo rested her arm on the hilt of her dragonskin sword, her eyes piercing as her lips formed the word she presumed he hated. Although no voice accompanied this mouthed word, she grinned once after. She pivoted so she faced the enraged dragon and nodded at its words. "Don't worry, all he needs is some proper healing and then he should be fine. But he could do just as fine untouched. Just cover the whole up and let him suffer for a couple of days. Who gives a shit?" She shrugged after saying this, a smile on her face. Her eyes flickered back to Vincent once, the same expression alight within them.
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Post by Soul Meister on Jun 11, 2009 17:00:08 GMT -5
"WHO GIVES A NUTS? WELL I DO MISSY!" Zara hissed, pinning Cleo down, careful not to hurt her...much.
"And you! Take him to a doctor now, I'm going to have some girl to girl bonding time," Zara said, now picking up Cleo and spreading her wings. With a quick jump into the air, she began to fly. She hated flying, but this time it felt like a must. She flew towards the edge of the city and out into the outskirts, before crashing a few miles away from the entrance of the city.
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Post by Twilight on Jun 11, 2009 17:23:12 GMT -5
Still fuming, Vincent stood up and picked his sword out of the ground. This time, he really did sheath it, as much as he wanted to run the weapon through the headhunter’s heart. He tried to become calm again, but something inside him didn’t want to. He wanted to embrace the rage and twist it into his own power. He wanted to make her suffer like he did, like Leon was. Why should he let her live long enough for her to have another chance to kill him?
He pressed his fingers together, trying to peel off the dried blood. The area was saturated with the scent, though he doubted anyone else except for maybe the dragon would have even noticed. It was a good thing he’d taken a drink earlier, or he likely would have gone mad.
In an almost tangible way, he felt the headhunter’s eyes upon him. She was plotting a new way to kill him, probably. He owed it to the dragon for saving his life this time, but would he be so lucky later? He met her eyes, and his nostrils flared with both contempt and the smell of blood. Maybe it was an illusion or a hallucination brought on by stress, but he saw her mouth that word, and it was all he could do to not strike her down there. Her thin smile, so confident, so out of place, met him again, and he tried to keep his face blank of emotion.
With a flash of black, the dragon had her pinned. Vincent backed away in shock as she rose, headhunter in claw, into the air. He covered his eyes from the dust and ran to Leon. He licked his lips, reminding himself that the headhunter was gone and he was under no immediate threat, but his instincts wouldn’t let him calm down. He exhaled and scooped up Leon’s limp form, situating his arm around his neck. With any luck, he wouldn’t bleed to death before he could find a decent physician.
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Post by Erik on Jun 11, 2009 17:36:01 GMT -5
Leon finally stirred, after... What had it been, hours or minutes? He hadn't the slightest clue there was only one thing on his mind, agony. What had happened? Why was he in so much pain? He moaned, before opening his only eye. Part of his vision was blotted out, again making him wonder what happened. He noticed Vincent walking somewhere, while taking Leon with him. He sighed, finally remembering what had happened. He had been stabbed in the eye, anything that happened after that... He didn't know. He lifted his free hand to touch the eye, before withdrawing it with agony. The knife was no longer there, nothing was there.... Or so it seemed. He looked at his hand, his glove now stained with blood.
"Damn it," he murmured, lifting his hand to cover the eye again. Even if it hurt like hell, it was better then walking around with a hollow eye. It was disgusting, to say the least. The thought alone even made him queasy. He finally looked at Vincent again, trying his best to thank him. "Thank...you... sorry for this," His speech might have been incoherent, but speech itself seemed to put pressure on his head. Most likely from the lack of blood, he didn't know. He didn't really care. If he died, he died. There was nothing to stop it.
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Post by Twilight on Jun 11, 2009 17:58:07 GMT -5
Vincent walked at a slow pace, careful not to jar Leon any more than he had to. There was a physician not far from here, he knew. Cain had made them memorize the locations of all of the doctors in the city in case of emergencies. He just prayed the man was actually there.
At some point in the journey, he felt Leon move and mutter a curse. “Try not to move,” he told him. “Don’t talk either.” He pursed his lips as they came to an alley. It wasn’t as horribly kept as the ones in the other side of Arvila were, but it was filthy in comparison to the homes of the doctors in Daevir. “It’s all my fault anyway,” he muttered, more to himself than Leon. “I’m sorry.” His throat seemed to lock up, and each breath came as a shudder. “I’m so sorry.”
The physician’s door was marked with red and white bars, horizontally arranged in a square. After he knocked, a small man came to the door. He was dressed in civilian clothes but was at least wearing some gloves. He took one look at Leon and stood aside to let them in. “What happened?” he asked. “On second thought, don’t tell me. I don’t even want to know. Lay him over there.” He pointed to a plush table which was coated with some sort of leather. Vincent obliged. The doctor took off his old gloves, threw them in a soapy bucket, and found a cleaner pair on his desk. They were made of some sort of thin fabric, Vincent noted. Maybe silk. “I was looking at a heart,” he explained. “Fascinating stuff. Now let’s see what we can do about him.”
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Post by Erik on Jun 11, 2009 18:11:32 GMT -5
Leon merely nodded, he shouldn't talk; but he was just to stupid to acknowledge that until Vincent brought it up. He just shut up until they came to an alley, and heard Vincent murmur some apologies. No, it wasn't all his fault... Was it? It should have been Leon's fault. He let his guard down, being distracted by his own damn problems. He just barely shook his head, careful not to move it to the point it'd hurt to much. He just sighed, letting Vincent lead him into the building, later laying him on the table. A sharp pain shot through his head as it came in contact with the material. God, he hated this. And... Did the doctor just bring up something about looking at a heart? Jesus, he was stuck with a madman for a doctor... How didn't that surprise him?
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Post by Twilight on Jun 11, 2009 20:29:44 GMT -5
The doctor stood over Leon, looking at him with an experienced eye. “There’s no way he’ll ever see out of that again. Looks like it was taken clean out.” He licked his lips in concentration and leaned in closer. “Probably scraped up his socket some. Painful, but not horribly important to his well-being.” He moved over to the table and started looking thought various bottles.
“What are you going to do?” Vincent asked.
“First thing’s to clean him up and stop the bleeding. It’ll hurt like hell,” he laughed, “but, well, that’s life.” He picked up a jar and pulled off the stopper. “I’m not sure if we can do much aside from that. I would give him blood, but that’s too risky. Strange… things happen every once and while with sharing stuff like that.” He shook his head. “If there were a Magus healer around here, he’d be in a lot better shape, but it’s only me.” He grabbed a bottle filled with clear fluid, doused the eye socket in it, and mopped up the liquid and blood from his face. Vincent couldn’t help but flinch. Putting pure alcohol on an open wound felt terrible, let alone one in an eye. The doctor used a spatula to scrape out some foul-smelling salve from the jar and spread it around his closed eye. He grunted in satisfaction and rooted through a chest full of sundries. “Here,” he said. “He needs to keep this on for at least two weeks before cleaning the eye area. The salve should take care of any potential infections.” He slipped the eye patch around his head not-so gingerly. He turned around to look at Vincent, an unpleasant smile twisting his face. “Now about the price…”
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Post by Halfblood on Jun 11, 2009 20:37:18 GMT -5
Cleo shrieked when the monstrous claw encased her, and swooped her up into the open sky. Her scream was lost in the wind though, for they were traveling quite fast. She struggled to hug the dragon's arm as they flew, praying that the reptile would not drop her at this altitude. Tears of shock dribbled down her face as they soared through the air, the dragon's grip tightening as her wings tightened to fit her body. They were diving, and Cleo's face was that of one who was horrorstruck. She prayed harder as they struck the ground. Her leg hit the dirt, and the skin tore apart, leaving a huge gash. Fortunately, blood was at a minimum, but she grunted as the dragon set her down. She immediately rolled to the side, still clutching her leg as she did so.
"What...was that for?" She questioned her breath coming out in a rugged pattern. Cleo hissed as she cupped her knee, backing up as Zara lay herself out. Although she was a fearful thing, the frightening part of her had been replaced by her caring side. She did blame Cleo's miss as an accident, and it sort of was too. Cleo looked up at the dragon again, her face belonging to one who was suffering. "I...need to finish my job. The due date is in two days. Please understand." She pleaded, her face coated with flight debris, her hand tried vigorously to wipe off the grime, but it was no use. Cleo growled. "Can we get this over with now Lady Dragon?"
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Post by Erik on Jun 11, 2009 20:42:45 GMT -5
Leon bit his lip as the alcohol came in contact with his eye, suppressing a scream. When the pain settled, the doctor had walked over and gave him an... Eye patch, he was guessing... Which only added onto the pain. "Damn it," he muttered, letting out a deep sigh. He listened to the man's claims about money, causing him to sit up. "I'll pay for it, I have enough but..." He felt lightheaded again, causing him to groan in slight annoyance - slightly in agony. He threw a coin bag to Vincent, who cared if the man would steal it? Not that he would, but people these days... They did shit like that. Plus, he had more then enough money to go around. The money was cheap compared to what he had at home.
If the physician wanted them to leave at the moment... He was really insane. Leon doubted he could even get up without hitting the ground. He closed his eye, leaning back on the table. If they wanted him out, they'd have to drag him out. Not like he cared... Either way. He wondered what happened to that dragon... Better yet that girl that was after Vincent. Where had they gone, he wondered.
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Post by Twilight on Jun 11, 2009 21:01:15 GMT -5
The doctor jumped back as the money bag flew out of Leon’s hand. Even Vincent was a bit shocked that he had that kind of money on him. Leon slumped back down on the bed, almost looking like he’d passed out again. “I suppose we would have to pay to keep him here any longer?” Vincent asked dryly.
The doctor looked up from counting the coins. “What? Oh, yes. I apologize, but, you know, business.”
Vincent sighed and supported Leon with arm once again. He left the doctor’s without another word. As they were walking through the alley once again, Vincent said, “I know I said you aren’t supposed to do much talking, but do you live around here?”
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Post by Erik on Jun 11, 2009 22:16:14 GMT -5
Leon scowled, listening to the man's response. Damn, people sure were greedy. Then again, when weren't they greedy? He sighed, walking out as Vincent did - not having a choice. He was caught in his own thoughts before Vincent broke it. "Hm? Oh, yes. I do, why?" Ouch, talking wasn't a good idea. That made him feel worse then before. He sighed, had he even eaten today? No, he hadn't... And he was hungry now, just didn't know if he could stomach the food. He would say something to Vincent, but he didn't want to bug him with such matters. It was bad enough he was bugging him with this. "Vincent... Whatever happened to that dragon and that girl...?" He asked lazily, still curious to the point of no return. Even if both his head and his eye was throbbing.
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Post by Twilight on Jun 11, 2009 23:09:36 GMT -5
Vincent smirked at Leon’s response. If he couldn’t even figure that out, he must be really out of it. “There’s no where else to take you around here aside from places that cost a small fortune or are covered in dirt.” He took a few more heavy steps. Leon was beginning to get heavy, and the sun wasn’t going anywhere quickly; not to mention, they must be attracting some rather confused stares from passerbys who saw him covered in blood and Leon looking half-dead. Just what he needed with a hitman after him already. “The dragon took off with the girl. With any luck, she’s already eaten.” He paused but decided to continue anyway. “She was after me. The hitman, I mean.”
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