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Post by Man of Many Murders on Oct 19, 2007 17:32:54 GMT -5
Morgan ran through the shipyards. It was obvious that he had just went through a battle. But the way he ran in his ripped black clothing, it was obvious that he was running from something. Morgan was farily new to becoming a vampire. He had been turned on his own will about a month ago. He had gone through the feedings on innocent humans, and as a vampire he had learned from one of the bests. His master was Jorden Vendizel, a ture and smart vampire, who had been around since the 1900s. As he ran he thought about the memories he spent with Vendizel. How he showed him how to hunt, and to clean up after himself. But that was before... Now Jorden Vendizel was dead, killed by a vampire hunter. Now Morgan was running from that same hunter. He would never forget how the hunter shot three bullets, two in the chest one in the head. But that was not the reason Morgan ran. After all why would a vampire be afraid of a human? That was just it... This hunter could not be human.... How could?
Morgan conitnued to run the mist of the shipyard aiding him. Hopefully he was far enough. Hopefully he had gotten far enough away. Morgan halted as his hands rested on his knees trying to catch his breath. He was so scraed that his entire pale body was shivering. Just the look on his masters face when he was about to die, sent chills up Morgans spine. He was far enough he was sure of it. Morgan stood up to see a gun the size of an automatic pistol pointed at his chest. It had a silver type of color to it. But the gun wasn't what Morgan was afraid of. It was its weilder.
Standing infront of him was a tall man with white shaggy hair. He wore a black leather coat with a plain white t-shirt on underneath. Around his black almost leather type pants, was a belt with a skull shapped buckle. He had absolutly no expression, but Morgan could sense a small shift of sadness in his purple colored eyes. As the gun pointed at him and the hunter spoke he said, "Where is he?.... Where is Medici???" His voice was dark and almost evil. Morgan stood there blankly. He had absolutly no idea who the man he spoke of was. "I... I have no clue." He said stuttering. "Morgan McNamara... I banish you to the depths of hell." With a bang two bullets pierced Morgan's chest. And with another bang a bullet ripped through his skull, and Morgan dropped down dead.
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Post by Señor Sunday Friday on Oct 19, 2007 17:45:41 GMT -5
"Oooh, you're soooo badass..." came a somewhat mocking voice and a stanger smiled, he was seated comfortably on the side of the docks, his feet dangling towards the water, "Well then, Mr. Iscariot... that was quite a show." The thing that Julius would find instantly noticeable about such a character was the fact he was indefinately vampiric in nature and he had quite enjoyed the little show that he had been given. "And I must say... if you're asking for 'the Medici' you won't get very far..." he shrugged, but he obviously knew a thing or two about the topic of choice.
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Post by Man of Many Murders on Oct 19, 2007 18:17:31 GMT -5
Julius merely raised his arm pointing the gun at the vampire's head. He cared nothing about this man. Or what he thought. The only thing that interested Julius was that he recognized the name. Julius had been searching for him for awhile now. He wanted any information about Medici. He deserved to pay for what he had done to Julius. Currently the coat was buttoned. Julius spoke his voice just like it was before. "What do you know about Medici?" he asked him. If this vampire had no information he would kill him. After all vampires where creatures of darkness, and it was up to people like Julius to make sure they where vanquished. But of course Julius has his own secrets. The only thing stopping him from darkness consuming him was the item around his neck. A necklace with a bronze leaf with two wings.
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Post by Señor Sunday Friday on Oct 19, 2007 18:34:15 GMT -5
"Oh, I know quite a few things to be honest." He smiled as he stood up, as relaxed as if the weapon wasn't even raised to him, "Such as his real name.... where he's likely to be, several of those he's turned, who his allies are, who his enemies are, I even know where your mentor is and various people he's allied with. But you'll learn all of that soon enough." he smirked, "The'name's Eric. And, Julius... it'd be suggested that you don't kill me, concerning it's not exactly traditional to shoot your master teacher... and Helen wouldn't be too pleased." He laughed, "Not like that matters much, since you seem to mostly care about your little 'Medici'"
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Post by Man of Many Murders on Oct 19, 2007 21:05:41 GMT -5
Julius lowered the gun. His eyes shut close as he placed the gun under his shirt. "I need no mentor." He told him plainly. Julius had only one mentor. And that was Kyar himself. And he really didn't care what Medici's name really was. All he wanted to do was kill him. Julius placed his hands into his pocket as he stared at his so called teacher. He still hadn't given Julius his name, but Julius didn't care much. He never really memorized peoples names. Just faces. It was a lot easier that way. All though it was odd how Julius never forgot a vampire. So if he heard this man's name then he would likely not forget it. And to that Julius disliked. He spoke again a hint of annoyance in his voice. "So if you would just be so kind as to show me how to get to the academy, I will be on my way." He said to him. His shaggy hair moved in front of his eyes. At the moment he could not sense anything. After all he was basically human with the power limiters. The close he could go to use the darkness was take off the gloves. He could not take off the main power limiter. Not without Kyar's permission that was. But Julius was interested in where his master was. It would be fun to catch up with him. And to find out why the hell he left him after ten freaking years.... To this day Julius still didn't know why he left. He turned to his so called master and waited for an answer.
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Post by Señor Sunday Friday on Oct 20, 2007 12:59:22 GMT -5
"Weeelll... I could take you to the academy... your arrival will certainly be something to look foreward too..." he paused with a smirk on his face, "But then again, you didn't say please, now did you?" he looked at the various people in the shipyards rather absentmindedly, "Besides, I'm supposed to ask if you have any means to get yourself there... or if I have to help you... then of course we need to work on your schedule." He wasn't too fond of having new students, besides... it's not like he wanted to be here in the first place. A mental shrug. It was just something that happened, because SOME PEOPLE saw better things to do, so they send others off to do the boring stuff... like monitor a dump like Twilight Moon Academy.
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Post by Man of Many Murders on Oct 20, 2007 13:10:01 GMT -5
Julius let a grin form. He did not need this man to hold him by the hand and walk him through this place. But Julius did need directions. He had no idea how to get to the commite. After all his powers where in check always having to use the guns instead of his abilities. But anything was better then the urge. The urge to devour every person in sight. He looked through the place. If any eneimes did challenge him then he would have no problem with killing them. All creatures of darkness deserved to die. Julius spoke again his tone a bit more joyous then before. "I do not need your help.... And as for a schedule I could care less what clases I take. And why the hell should I say please to a vampire?" he spoke pissed now. Vampires where all the same. Well most of them. The only vampire he knew who was a good person was his master Kyar. And him alone.
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Post by Señor Sunday Friday on Oct 20, 2007 13:48:45 GMT -5
"Because it would make you seem more pleasant, and make others more likely to listen to you." He shrugged, "You're nothing like Kyar, now are you? Geez! All his apprentices seem to turn into assholes..." it really was unfortunate, Kyar would never get a half decent person to take his place... then again, it didn't seem likely that Alysdair would either. Funny, funny! Atleast Eric thought so. He guessed he couldn't speak for the masses, oh well.
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Post by Man of Many Murders on Oct 20, 2007 13:56:22 GMT -5
Julius let out a laugh. "Of course I'm not like Kyar. Why would I be?" Julius turned away from the man, who he had never gotten his name. Julius sighed. "I don't need you..." He began to walk away the man. He still had no idea where he was going of course. Julius stopped in front of the dead vampire he had shotten, and followed into the shipyard. Julius took off his gloves, and immediatly his skin paled a tad. His fangs became a bit longer, and his scences hightened. He had taken off the first power limiter. He picked up the dead body and moved it out of the way. After all he had to clean up after himself. He turned back to his so called master once again. "I'm not going to say please... And I'm not an asshole either." he sighed. He had been called many things before and he had gotten that alot of times. Julius was not an ass just it was almost immposible for him to open up. After all he had sealed many things away. "And as for my schedule, you can make it up... I don't give a shit."
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Post by Señor Sunday Friday on Oct 20, 2007 14:07:25 GMT -5
"Well okay then, Mr. Snippity... how about Magic, Weaponry, Alchemy, Beastry, Master Class, then Potionry- since I'm sure you're not musically inclined, nor do you need more historical knowlege..., then Summoning, Dragoon- since you're bound to be a half decent theif and it's not likely that Kyar taught you swordsmanship... and finally puppetmaster." He nodded, "I would ask if that's okay, but obviously- you don't give a shit." He looked accross the water and began walking along the docks, his eyes scanning the rows of ships silently and patiently, though he seemed to have no intention of renting any of them, not even the intention of stealing one of them.
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Post by Man of Many Murders on Oct 20, 2007 14:14:07 GMT -5
Julius was still facing the other direction. "that is fine..." He told him and began walking away. he woud find his way there on his own. Even if it meant stealing one of these ships. Or something of the sorts. Julius stoped once more. "But you never answered my question... Where is Medic?" He asked. He had no will for killing this vampire. Even though he probably deserved it. The almost always did. They where nothing but bloodsucking killers. Who cared about no one but themselves. Julius unsnapped the buttons of his jacket. He withdrew his gun and waited for the man to answer. Even though he had his gun didn't mean he was going to shoot him if he didn't answer.
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Post by Señor Sunday Friday on Oct 20, 2007 14:21:53 GMT -5
"He is where he is, don't worry, I can almost guarantee you'll find him before... maybe a month or two... three if it comes to that..." he shrugged, The water seemed to boil slightly and Eric watched it, a few dead fish floated to the surface, but the water forced them away before raising into a disk, "You need a ride to The Academy, then?" he asked as he stepped onto the thin sheet of levatating water, obviously he was a vampire quite skilled in water manipulation, of all things.
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Post by Man of Many Murders on Oct 20, 2007 14:27:16 GMT -5
"Yes I do." He told him walking back towards his so called master. Even though Julius would never admit it this vampire wasn't so bad. He was a bit like Kyar in a way. Of course if Julius let anyone now he thought like this he would hand himself. He just walked over to the vampire. His gloves remained off giving him a small accsess to his vampire powers. He would meet Medici. And he would kill him. That was his main concern. But first he needed to find Kyar and get his permission. Because without it there was no way he would be able to defeat Medici. Julius followed his master onto the water. "I never got your name." He told him.
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Post by Señor Sunday Friday on Oct 20, 2007 14:36:24 GMT -5
"Eric Gauthier. Former apprentice of Helen." He held a quite pleasant expression on his face and his silver eyes sparkled, the odd thing about such an eye color was... if vampires who fed on human blood had red eyes, and those who drank the blood of animals had golden yellow eyes... what did silver possibly mean? Who knew... geez! Some things were rather complicated. The platform began it's journey over the water silently, "Don't slip, now." He commented, because it really wasn't nice to have someone fall into the ghastly waters of the Ghost Shipyard.
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Post by Man of Many Murders on Oct 20, 2007 14:41:49 GMT -5
Julius followed without care. He noticed Eric's eyes. They were odd just like his. Vampire's that feed off of humans blood were indeed red and those who fed off of animals had almost a golden color. And Julius had purple colored eyes for a vampire. That was why Julius thought they where like his. They had a special significance that only their self currently new. Julius followed Eric across the waters. He noticed the souls in the water. This truly was a ghost shipyard. He was thinking of asking Eric but decided against it. It wasn't truly important. The only important matter was getting to the academy nothing else. He wondered just how long this was going to take.
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