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Post by Halfblood on Jun 13, 2009 17:58:59 GMT -5
She looked at the boy's hand as if she wanted to bite it, but accepted it gruffly. Cleo pulled herself up, nearly pulling the smaller boy down in the process. She threw his arm over her shoulder and rested the broken side of her body against him for support. Her breath was coming out unevenly as she forced the boy to move forward with her, scouting the area as she did so. "Ok kid, you wanted to help me, well this is what you are going to do." She spat, not even looking at him as she spoke. "See, I'm trying to find this guy, and I need someone to act as my legs." Cleo stepped forward, her new support equalizing her step as she progressed. It was a slow way of travel, but it would have to suffice for now. "Come on! Move it or lose it!" She scolded as they moved forward.
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Post by Erik on Jun 13, 2009 20:34:31 GMT -5
Erik was nearly pulled down as the girl pulled herself up, and now he was being forced to walk with her. Damn it, he should have seen this coming. He would've been the kindhearted boy he always was, had it not been the pressure coming from the girls weight. "Your heavy," He protested, listening to her claims; or rather - orders. He scowled, what man was she looking for? And why should he help her look for him? Whatever it was for, it couldn't be good. As he was still forced to walk, at some point; he decided to try his luck and leave. He tripped himself, on purpose; getting up and grabbing the girl before she could fall. He was quick at his actions, he had to give himself that. He quickly set her down by the wall, grabbing a random metallic pole he came by. If the girl wanted to try her luck with weapons, fine; he'd merely block them and leave. "I'm sorry, but you said yourself; some people deserve to suffer." With that comment, he left.
Leon merely just stood there, all of this was too damn sudden. Then again, wasn't it always like this? Perhaps it was. He sighed, looking at the dragon. "Who knew you could shape shift? And, why did you bring the headhunter?" He had so many questions, but didn't feel like asking them all. His head began to throb again, causing him to curse to himself. "I don't feel like dealing with all of this," he muttered, not even bothering to look at anything at the moment. If Vincent had been there, at least things would be partially normal.
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Post by Soul Meister on Jun 13, 2009 21:03:27 GMT -5
"I didn't know either," Zara replied absentmindedly at Leon. Her body was chilled from being exposed out in the air, she really wished there was a fire close to her at the moment.
"I think I know why humans wear cloths now," she said, shivering for some reason. Her body felt numb after the excitement had ended.
"The girl isn't really evil, it was an accident with the eye, I'm sure she doesn't mean to continue hunting Vincent. If she does than, I guess..." she didn't know how to continue, tears once again swelling up in her eye, quickly falling in cold streaks over her cheeks.
"I'm sorry, I couldn't do anything Leon... I really am!"
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Post by Erik on Jun 13, 2009 21:14:47 GMT -5
Leon looked at the girl, sympathy swelling in his heart. Her comments, her apology; everything made him feel guilty. It wasn't her fault, truly it wasn't. Without a second thought, he hugged the girl. "It's fine, you did all you could. Don't blame yourself, I was the one being an idiot." He muttered, pain still pulsing throughout his head. He bit his lip, suppressing a complaint. He pulled himself out of the embrace, taking off his coat and slipping it over the dragon's now slender frame. "I have yet to figure out your name. And hey," he paused a moment, wiping some of the tears from her face. "don't cry. Just realized you picked an idiot as a friend." He gave a light smile, not being able to do much more due to his current state. A foreign feeling swelled in his heart... It was odd, it was foreign. What was it? He wondered, not being able to find an answer. So he shrugged the thought off.
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Post by Soul Meister on Jun 13, 2009 21:29:57 GMT -5
Zara wiped off her tears, a faint pulse like feeling rushed through her as she was hugged by Leon. "Its really not your fault, you'll the victim here, but thanks...its nice to have a friend for once," she said smiling and truly happy for once behind the tears. She held tight to the coat and tried to take a few steps only to stumble over.
"Can you teach me how to walk sometimes?"
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Post by Halfblood on Jun 14, 2009 12:11:49 GMT -5
Surprise flooding her face, Cleo fell to the ground, her hand clutching the dirt below her. Her shock evaporated quickly though, and she was now scowling as she struggled to get herself up without triggering any of her weapons. Cleo's hand clawed at the brick, as she tried to pick herself up. It was a long, grueling process, but as soon as she was finished, she stood upright, her foot throbbing in unison to her heart. She watched the boy leave and she smirked, impressed. "You are correct you know! And here I thought you were one of those people I could push around for fun! Excellent.." She was laughing as she shouted at his back, and as she finished her little episode, she pivoted on her good foot so that she was facing the alley. Her hands braced her as she limped forward, her breathing heavy still from the pain. But she didn't care, she would fix her problem later.
Cleo entered the dark and narrow space, her eyes probing the silence as she tried to sort out what she was seeing. If she had a match, this would have been much easier, but alas, she did not. Growling in her throat, she took another step forward, and stumbled on something, helplessly crashing to the ground. She hissed through her teeth as she retaliated, bringing herself to the opposite side of the debris. Her hand held a dampened needle, dripping with cyanide. The poison burned, but there was no cut on her hand for the poison to be deposited. Good thing. "Show yourself! Or I will kill you right now!" She exclaimed, her feet limp beneath her.
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Post by Twilight on Jun 14, 2009 23:24:12 GMT -5
Vincent felt as if his heart had broken through his chest. Past the chaos near the mansion, in the dark alley, he heard footsteps, broken, painful steps. She had found him. He stood still for a moment longer, collecting his thoughts. He could leave now, and there would be little chance she could catch him, he could stay and wait for her to find him, or he could go out and confront her. A crash decided his answer.
The vampire stood and coolly strolled from the shadows. “You don’t seem to be in the position to make demands,” he said, trying to keep his inflection neutral. She was injured, but not bleeding out. Though pain may slow her, she was still dangerous. He pulled the sword from his scabbard and, stepping into view, held it to the base of her neck. The rapier tipped inward, drawing a small amount of blood. “Tell me who hired you,” he demanded. “Though I don’t want to kill you, I’d have no qualms against ridding the earth of someone of your profession.”
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Post by Halfblood on Jun 15, 2009 20:28:16 GMT -5
Cleo felt the cool metal softly pierce the skin on her neck. Warmth trickled down the base of it, and she hissed as the stinging became apparent. She looked up, and was surprised to see the very man she had been sent to kill. At first, fear flooded through her at a frantic pace, but this was quickly replaced by a calm feeling that happened to overtake her. She wouldn't die this way, Cleo wasn't weak, she was a fighter. Of course she was a fighter. Cleo laughed at herself and scooted back, the blade dripping with her own blood. Her hand held her neck, trying to pressurize the cut in order for it to heal. She refrained from swallowing, the pressure from inside would definitely make more blood spill. Cleo gripped a rusted bar that hung above her. Other bars were above it, making it seem like an old ladder.
She flexed her muscles, and managed to pull herself up, although she was now leaning on the wall in order to keep herself in a vertical state. Cleo knew she wouldn't die unless the man got his answers. Why would he kill his only source of information? Ha! She was no fool. "What if I said I wouldn't tell you no matter what you did. Will that drive you to kill me then?" Cleo flicked her bloodied hand on the wall, watching her own crimson liquid stick to the brick. She watched him carefully, for she remembered her client telling her that this man acted rather suspicious around blood. Now would be the time to prove that theory.
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Post by Twilight on Jun 16, 2009 16:20:01 GMT -5
She was so stubborn, so stupid. The girl should have blacked out by now, if not from the pain, at least from the loss of blood. It seemed that the only thing keeping her standing and conscious was the thought of overcoming Vincent, defeating him in more ways than simply taking his life. No, she want to humiliate him first, make him beg for answers he would never get, make him seem all the weaker as she stood there with a broken leg, still acting like she had some sort of advantage over him. Vincent hated people like her who didn’t know when to give up. He’d had to kill too many who refused to go back on whatever promises they made to themselves, and it made him sick to think about a loyalty that deep, a loyalty that defeated even his own.
He lowered the sword and looked the headhunter in the eyes. “Your life isn’t worth this. Why give up the only thing you have for some man you barely know, if at all? Why? Look at yourself!” he pleaded. He realized his tone may have come across as furious, but it was far from it. He pitied the girl. He hated her and envied her, but the pity was still there. “You can’t win. You’re using some rusted ladder to hold yourself up. A wall caked in bird shit and your own blood is the only thing keeping you standing!” He eyed the blood. A man, no vampire, with less control may have attacked her by now. It was so ironic that her earlier attack was the only thing that kept her alive now. “To answer your question, I would. I would hate it. I would hate myself. But I would still do it. I still have a reason to live. The question is, do you have a reason? Do you want this to be what you’re remembered by? Do you want this to be your last day?”
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Post by Halfblood on Jun 16, 2009 16:42:20 GMT -5
Cleo struggled to keep herself standing, and finally, her grasp slipped from the bar and she collapsed once more. Her foot throbbed, and she knew she could not win. Not in her condition. Coughing, she recognized this by looking up at her target with solemnity. Cleo sighed and looked at her mangled limb that still pulsated with pain. Inhaling once, she shifted her weight onto her left thigh and good leg, tucking it into her chest. Pausing for a moment or two, the headhunter revealed her blue eyes to him as she spoke in a wavered tone. "My... client, my client did not give me his full name. Rarely any of them do. I met him in Daever a few months ago. I wasn't his first employee, he had used many, all of them being men. He thought a change would be for the better, and he asked for me. The pay was very good, and I accepted, his terms the last thing on my mind. He told me you had betrayed the whole 'family' and were never welcome back again. He wanted you exterminated. I think his name was Railin Allandor, or something like that. My attention was elsewhere at the time..." Her voice was monotonous, only a somewhat soft whimper. Defeat plain in her tone, she winced as she accidentally twisted her broken leg. She clutched it momentarily before looking back at him, her expression the same as it had been previous to the whole accident.
Determined and stubborn.
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Post by Twilight on Jun 16, 2009 17:28:54 GMT -5
Vincent felt numb. His sword clattered to the ground, but he paid no mind. He swayed back and forth on his knees, staring off into the dark space of the alley. He couldn’t think, couldn’t breath. He collapsed, kneeling before the person who was sent to kill him, sent by his own father. Absently, he felt a sharp pain on his right hand. It must have been the sword. How stupid of him. “So stupid,” he murmured. “Should have known. But why this long?” Why not that long? A Darth’iar agent probably sent word he was in the Fellowship. Why not kill two birds with one stone, Railin? “You old bastard.”
Even through the shock and pain and fear, he noticed something that seemed completely trivial, out of place, maybe, but certainly not important. The smell of almonds. Vincent led his shaking eyes to Cleo, then to the ground. The sword had broken more than his skin. A shattered vial sat under the weapon, a curl of near-invisible gas drifting into the air.
He stumbled backward, holding his cut hand as far away from the ground as he could manage. Did it get in his system? If it did, would it still kill someone like him?
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Post by Halfblood on Jun 16, 2009 18:10:44 GMT -5
Cleo braced herself against the back of the wall as he fell, the pain that emanated from her throbbing neck and foot made it hard to think. She heard him mutter words, but it took an immeasurable amount of time for her to decipher them. Cleo took a deep breath and looked over at him, her heart stuttering when she saw the broken vile of Cyanide, the poison happened to be seeping into the man's cut. The woman rolled her eyes, a grin appearing upon her face at the sight of it. It only lasted for a moment though, for soon, another thing replaced the grim smile. Confuzzlement made itself plain on her features as she wondered if she truly wanted this man to die. Of course, she would earn a mighty heavy amount of money for his head, but after being under the pressure of his sword, she couldn't actually see herself taking his life anymore. Sighing at this realization, she pressed two fingers together and backwards to loosen the only known antidote for the poison. The purple vile slid into her ready hands, and she opened it with her other hand.
"Oh, I forgot to tell you, five hitmen previous to me have looked for you. All five of them have turned up dead, now I don't know if this is your doing or not, but I really wanted to break that trend and return with your head, so here is the deal. I give you this antidote and you live, I don't get your head. But this means you can't kill me, because help shouldn't be repaid like that. Now... if you refuse your enemies help, that is fine, I can wait for you to die, slice your head off, and see how far I can get before this blasted cut drains me dry. Also, if this antidote manages to heal you, you will have to help me in return, because I can't get very far on my own." She said weakly, swishing the purple liquid around in the vile, she hated to admit she needed aid, but she liked living more then she did dying independently.
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Post by Twilight on Jun 17, 2009 0:27:17 GMT -5
Vincent paid no attention to Cleo for a few moments. He may have forgotten she was even there if not for the fact of where the poison came from. He stared at his hand dribbling out blood, almost afraid to look away. It was a clean cut on his palm, tracing almost perfectly one of the lines fortune tellers talk so much about. Suddenly, he began to feel clammy, and cold sweat broke out of his pores. He tried to name the symptoms of all the poisons he knew, but he had no clue what this even was, and certainly no clue as to the cure.
“…this antidote and you live…”
The headhunter. He stared as he listened, mesmerized as much at her off as by the effect of the poison. “I told you… I already told you I didn’t want to kill you.” He was silent for a moment, and then broke out into laughter. It was so stupid. So, so stupid. This whole situation, Leon’s stabbing, Zyra’s transformation, his own poisoning… It all suddenly became completely pointless. The sheer idiotic tragedy of the whole thing put him in close to hysterics. “Give me the antidote,” he said, still chuckling. “With any luck, we can erase this.”
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Post by Halfblood on Jun 18, 2009 18:12:52 GMT -5
She didn't understand why he would be laughing when cyanide was threatening his life at the moment... Sighing at this illogical reaction, she grabbed the man's neck, purposely putting more force on it then she should, and tipping the vile to his lips. She didn't care if he protested about her way of doing things, she was a stubborn woman, and liked how her way was different then others.
As soon as the liquid had completely filtered out of the bottle, she threw it into the wall, shards of its once beautiful shape and form now littering the ground. She scooted away from him, coughing as she leaned against the wall. "It will take effect in a few minutes." Cleo murmured as she folded her arms around her chest. As she waited, she thought of what would happen to her if she returned to Railin empty-handed. Or even better, not return at all. If worst came to worst, then her head would probably be on his list too. She sighed at this, and wondered what she could do to keep this from happening. Better yet, to keep this from happening to the two of them that sat here, alone in this alley. Maybe... Cleo looked over to Vincent, a hint of a grin on her face. "Hey, if you don't want any more of me on your backs, I think I may have an idea to solve that little issue..." She spoke softly, her eyes slits as she waited for his response. The antidote seemed to be taking effect, he was regaining some of his color...
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Post by Twilight on Jun 21, 2009 15:25:07 GMT -5
Vincent didn’t fight when she grabbed his neck and was only mildly surprised at the action. With so much that had happened already, it only seemed natural that she would strangle him while giving him the one thing that would save his life. He shivered as he moved away, both from the taste of the antidote and the continuing effect of the poison. His hand, he noticed, had still not begun to stop bleeding. Whatever the poison was, it had a hell of a blood thinner in it. He stared at the blood and thought, for the first time in a long time, about his family, about the man who had given him this blood in more forms than the traditional passing of genetic material.
Railin was a fiend in the truest sense of the word. He possessed no conscious, killing his subjects just as soon as his enemies. Power was his only goal. Power and prestige. And now he was after Vincent. But why? What danger could he possibly hold to the man? As he thought, he realized. He’d had a number of older siblings, all in contention for the seat of the House after Railin dies. Was it even the least bit possible that they were dead? That the oldest heir was now him, Vincent?
The headhunter spoke and brought him out of his conjecture. As he looked at her, he realized his breath came easier and it seemed as if his blood was starting to slow its escape. “I always like to keep it so I have the minimum amount of people trying to kill me,” he said wryly. “Let’s hear it, headhunter.”
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