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Post by Erik on Jun 11, 2009 23:23:54 GMT -5
Leon closed his eye, nodding a bit. "I see, well then. The house is a little bit off of here, I'll lead the way." He mumbled, no longer dwelling on support from Vincent. He felt like he was going to fall, but he didn't; luckily. He wobbled a bit, but walking wasn't that difficult. It was just his head - it throbbed, and the sudden blare of sunlight wasn't helping at all. He stopped, turning to look at Vincent. "Of course, you don't have to come with me..." He stated bluntly, shrugging. If Vincent wanted to leave, he could; he just didn't want to sit there and wait for a comment. He stumbled on and off during the trip to the house, before they finally reached it. It towered over them, which Leon loved; because it blotted out the sun in the mean while. He walked over to the gate, leaning on it as he sooner or later slid down the metal bars and down to the ground.
He was exhausted, probably shouldn't be; but the agony wasn't doing him any justice. He looked to see if Vincent had even followed, which he probably hadn't. He sighed, helping himself up, waiting for the man's approach. If there would be any, of course.
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Post by Soul Meister on Jun 12, 2009 0:15:59 GMT -5
Zara struggled trying to find the right words to help her situation, the girl's mind is dead set on Vincent's head.
"First let me introduce myself, my names Zara and if its money from work you want, I'm sure you'll get a much better deal with a friend of mine, the guy that you stabbed the eye out I mean. Be a bodyguard or escort duty, he bought be for like 800 gold(which seemed like a small fortune to her)," Zara tried to work something out.
"You know, I'll help, but please leave my friends alive, I need them, I really do..." that was no lie, she wanted to keep her first ever friends well enough to talk to her!
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Post by Halfblood on Jun 12, 2009 15:31:35 GMT -5
Cleo refused to meet Zara's golden eyes, she looked to the east, watching the wildlife stir in its natural habitat. She picked the grass and shredded it with her fingers as she tried desperately to block Zara's voice from her mind. The dragon was rambling about how she shouldn't kill people, how it was wrong. This Zara wanted her to become a bodyguard for the man she happened to stab? Cleo smirked and looked up at her, disbelief coloring her eyes. "Cleo. And, no thanks. I rather enjoy my current job." She looked back to the forest, the birdcalls were sweet music to her ears, and if she wasn't so terrified, she might have been able to listen to it.
She glanced over her shoulder to the dragon, her fear completely smothered by her fake confidence. Her trembling hand held the hilt of her sword, one that could pierce the dragon's skin if needs be. "You make friends with the wrong people Zara. Those two are obviously crooks of which are up to no good." She told her, the blade rotating in her palm. Cleo would do whatever she needed to to get Vincent's head.
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Post by Soul Meister on Jun 12, 2009 15:51:56 GMT -5
"I doubt a crook would set a dragon that looks like me free," Zara remarked, tears swelling into her eyes. She sure hoped Leon was alive and not in too much pain. Than from some unknown reason, something made her sneeze, causing a whole blast of black fire landing dangerously close to Cleo.
"Sorry, I didn't hit you did it? Oh its a shame, I really don't like being able to create black fire like that, it doesn't help that its so hard to stop and burns twice as long as a normal fire would," Zara said stomping at the burning grass a couple of times.
"Why do you seem like killing Vincent is the only way for survival?"
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Post by Halfblood on Jun 12, 2009 17:03:00 GMT -5
Cleo was getting tired and impatient, and her time was running out too. She needed that man's heart to be idle so she could collect her earnings, and there was only one way to do it. Cleo had wondered how the dragon would react in tight situations, and now seemed to be the time to find out. Summoning up alligator-tears, the woman began to sob to her heart's content, hiding her face in her hands as the fake tears fell into the dry earth. Her back shuddered as she balled, her hair falling in front of her eyes, hiding them from view. She bit her lip once, to summon up more tears, the charade was the only thing she could use at the moment of course, and she wouldn't drop that offer.
"P-please! Hear me out! Oh kindhearted Zara, I merely do this kind of work because it is my only option. When I was young, I was beaten and raped and-and, oh I just do this to exert my revenge!" She shuddered again as the lies fell easily from her mouth. "But if you truly do not want me to take the man's life, I-I won't, I'll find a...a different client!" Cleo cried some more, the tears soaking her skin, and making her nose clog up. The worst part about faking a meltdown, the body always thought it was real. She sighed inwardly, but made it sound like another sob as she waited for the dragon's reaction.
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Post by Soul Meister on Jun 12, 2009 18:03:31 GMT -5
Zara struggled trying to decide what would be the best solution to the situation. If the others were here, she could ask...them... Shoot! She had no idea where they could be! Truthfully she doesn't want the girl to keep doing what she did at all. It would seem best to just follow them.
"Alright, but I'm keeping an eye on you..." Zara said suspiciously. "Hopefully we'll run into the two of them when we get back to the city," with that she picked up Cleo again and flew off back into the stony grounds.
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Post by Erik on Jun 13, 2009 11:47:43 GMT -5
Leon was about to open the fence to go to the house, for he didn't think Vincent would show up anytime soon. He saw a shadow looming over part of the neighborhood, looking up and noticing it was the dragon. "Hey! Down here!" Damn it, that hurt; but at least it was bound to get her attention. Hopefully she wasn't with that damned headhunter. He didn't want to be around her, to say the least. Not after his eye was stabbed out. He leaned against the metallic material, waiting for the dragon to land; if she ever would. He doubted she would leave, seeing she needed someone to 'follow', or so she put it. He sighed, closing his eye. This was going to be a longer day then it already was.
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Post by Halfblood on Jun 13, 2009 12:32:40 GMT -5
Cleo's form was sheathed in the great shadow that dragon had produced, and she shivered as the wind blew against her in frantic patterns. She wanted to escape her grasp, free falling wasn't so bad, she knew how to keep herself from dying without a parachute, but she really only wanted Zara to follow her down. Cleo could see the idiot who had stepped infront of her dagger's path, and she grinned when she noted that he was probably with Vincent. The girl shimmied through the claws as best as she could, the fabric of her shirt getting caught in the dragon's claws. She growled, cutting it with a weapon that was expertly hidden within the folds of her clothing. As soon as she was free, she began screaming as loud as she could so the dragon knew. After two minutes of this, she rolled herself forward, so she was heading down to the earth headfirst. A look of utter concentration was on her face as she plummetted, praying that Zara would catch her before she broke something. She really hated sacrificing a leg to free falling. It was a very painful business. Cleo continued to fall, her form straight and streamlined as she cut through the air. It would be time to rotate again soon if the dragon couldn't catch her. Before the giant beast did though, she grinned maliciously at Leon, smirking at his eyepatch. It was his fault. Definitely his fault.
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Post by Soul Meister on Jun 13, 2009 12:47:13 GMT -5
Zara yelped as Cleo fell, the next thing that happened after the surprise was her falling down along with the girl. She was back to her fragile human form and that means they'll probably fall down to their deaths.
"Umm, eep?" she stammered. Before long she realized her landing stop was on top of Leon.
"Leon please stay alive if I fall on you!!!"
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Post by Halfblood on Jun 13, 2009 12:56:59 GMT -5
Cleo scowled as soon as she realized her only hope for her landing on the ground unscathed had now become a falling naked woman. She cursed long and slow before angling herself once more, catching the woman's neck and forcing herself to become level with her. "Are you a fucking idiot Zara? God!" She hissed as she threw the woman's flailing form towards the place where Leon happened to be standing. Cleo didn't mind sacrificing an idiot for a dragon. Dragons were far superior to idiots, although this one seemed to be both idiot and dragon. Cleo angled herself once more, trying desperately to find something she could catch before she hit the earth. A tiny tree came into her view, and her palms outstretched infront of her as she tried to catch it.
It was a no go.
She managed to stop her deadly plummet from ending her life, but she hadn't managed to keep her leg from breaking. A loud snap recurred from her landing point, and she winced. "Dammit!" She breathed as she clutched her leg with all of her might, trying to ease the pain away. Cleo watched her companion's free fall, not knowing if she too, would break something.
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Post by Erik on Jun 13, 2009 13:15:07 GMT -5
Leon blinked, looking up at the two; damn... the girl was stupid. And did the dragon just turn into a human? She did, and it was... A rather tempting site, but he looked away. This day kept getting weirder and weirder, if he did say so himself. He sighed, listening as the girl hit the ground and a bone snapped. He didn't see a sense in helping her. After all, she did deserve it. Then he heard the now dragon-girl yell something at him. Something about living if she fell on him. Odd, but; oh well. He frowned, noticing a kid coming toward them. Noticing his outfit, he was in a rich family; and it didn't surprise him. "Hey, kid! A little help here," he yelled to the boy, who was approaching them anyways. So why was there a need to shout?
Erik walked by the row of houses, not having much to do; as always. He sighed, straightening his white outfit, outlined with a golden material, with a single emerald placed on the scarf. How he hated rich clothes... They were too fancy for his tastes, oh; but that wasn't his concern. A man was pleading for help as he heard a ear shattering snap. How lovely, this city was never normal; why should it be normal now? He ran over to the small crowd, giving the girl a concerned look in the process. "I can go get help..." He muttered, getting cut off by the man; who walked up to him and ruffled his hair. Erik jumped back, quickly fixing it; not that he cared for his hair... This was just to sudden. "No, brat. Let her suffer," he stated bluntly, looking up at the sky for what Erik saw as an unknown cause.
"No one deserves to suffer," Erik murmured, waiting for any sort of permission to approach the girl. She looked angry, none the less irritated; he wouldn't bother her unless he had to. It was for the best, for ill tempered feelings toward one another lead into something much worse then a feud. He crossed his arms, sighing; the man giving him a cocky look. If he weren't mistaken, the man almost looked like his brother. Just older, and most likely dumber.
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Post by Soul Meister on Jun 13, 2009 13:38:02 GMT -5
Zara yelped, landing right on Leon.
"Leon!" she said, trying to test him for a pulse. It was a shame he lost an eye, but what could she do? He was alive, but was he breathing. Not bothering to test that, she began to give him mouth to mouth respiration. Taking in breaths and trying to give some to Leon.
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Post by Halfblood on Jun 13, 2009 13:45:46 GMT -5
Cleo ignored the pain to stand up, her sword now out in the open as she looked around for Vincent. He had to be around her somewhere. Growling, she limped to the blonde-haired kid and held a needle to his neck, although she threatened him, she wouldn't kill him. Not that he needed to know that... "I don't need help. And some people do deserve to suffer. Hear me? Now back off so I can go find my target!" She roared, anger searing through her veins. Her own hand trembled as she glared at the boy, ferocity plain in her eyes. She hissed through her teeth when she accidentally planted her foot on the ground, and her free hand grabbed the boy's shoulder, squeezing it to exert some of the pain. Sighing shakily, she shoved him to the side, and scanned the area. She only looked back when the naked dragon lady fell onto Leon. Zara, in panic, seemed to be kissing him frantically as if he needed more stress. She smirked, but it quickly evaporated when she placed weight on her foot again. "Fuck!" She shouted, her needle dropping from its hold against Eric's neck. Cleo held her leg and fell to the ground again, tears of fury dribbling down her cheeks.
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Post by Erik on Jun 13, 2009 14:03:58 GMT -5
Leon's eye widened as the girl slammed into him, giving a slight grunt as he hit the ground. He was going to say something as the girl - no, dragon - starting frantically started kissing him. This felt so awkward, he wasn't going to lie. His lungs demanded oxygen, this was murder (or as he viewed it)! He finally shoved the girl off of him long enough so he could breath in, coughing in the process. "Ugh, glad to see you too...." He muttered, looking at the boy. Who was obviously being threatened by the headhunter. He pushed the dragon off of him, getting up and dragging her with him. "You don't know when to quit, do you?" He growled at the girl, keeping his eyes on the boy. Shockingly enough the boy didn't look at least slightly phased by this.
Erik watched as the girl got up, walking toward him and threatening him. Despite the blade being held to his neck, his gaze was intent on the girl's eyes. They showed plain rage, but there was something else in them - a caring sort of feeling. That itself gave her up; she wouldn't kill him. He didn't think she would, either. He feared death, he really did; but he was sensible enough to adapt to the difference of being threatened and actually going to be killed. He just the girl a kind smile; one of understanding. Oh, but her comment tugged at his heart strings. Some people deserved to suffer? How so? He always believed in second chances, rather then a violent approach. He sighed, not even fighting back as the lady pushed him.
He would've helped her up, but something else caught his attention. That man was now with a lady, who... Had no cloths on. Jeez, people really needed more respect nowadays. He slightly blushed, turning away from the sight. It was odd, to say the least. He turned back to Cleo, offering a hand to help her up. "Cut me, kill me; I care not of what you do. Even if you deny it, you need help. Which I'd gladly help you," He stated kindly, knowing this most likely wouldn't help her current rage. Normally he wasn't so open to people. But, how can he deny his kindness? If someone needed help, he'd help them. Rather then shying away from them.
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Post by Twilight on Jun 13, 2009 16:28:26 GMT -5
Vincent wanted to protest as Leon attempted to walk on his own, but somehow, it seemed like the man would manage. He walked behind him for a while, careful he didn’t fall and crack his head open, which, with this man’s luck, didn’t seem like such a farfetched idea. Eventually, Vincent slowed to almost a standstill, letting Leon get far enough ahead of him that he was almost out of site. At last he came to the gate of a mansion, his house presumably. It was impressive, to say the absolute least.
Leon slumped against gate and fell to the ground, but Vincent, hidden behind a building not far away, did nothing. He would be fine, he thought. The man is more resilient than he seemed, or maybe even thought himself to be. Vincent sat on the ground himself in the shade of the massive old structure. He was tired, not from the exertion or even so much to sun, but from everything that had happened. And most of all there was the fact someone out there knew exactly what he was and who he was, and they wanted to kill him. He clenched his fists. This was bad.
He heard Leon yell, and then everything happened all at once. The headhunter fell first, then the dragon-girl. Some kid somehow managed to fit himself into the debacle as well. Vincent pressed himself up against the wall, trying to remain invisible. The headhunter looked like she’d broken her leg, but if she saw someone who looked like him suddenly stroll by, he was sure she had some sort of blowdart she would fire. He swore to himself and put his head on his knees. Just what was he supposed to do next?
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