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Post by Henry Davidson on Jul 7, 2009 14:25:51 GMT -5
It seemed to William that as of late, he had to begin afresh with new slaves every few years or so. He had gone through no less than fourteen well conditioned 'asistants' in the past decade. It was no longer a world for his kind. The Ungifted were growing smarter, and increasingly more dangerous.
And here he was, standing on the shoreline of some god forsaken village that appeared to have been the product of one of Hell's more violent bowel movements, waiting for some unkown being to appear. Needless to say, he was not happy. This nonsense had begun almost two years ago when he first recieved a letter from some fool's academy for the 'gifted'. At first he was inclined to launch a full scale crusade to find what he believed to be the last vestiges of his former colleagues. As the letters came, his private inquisitions became increasingly violent, each assault coming up empty handed.
So why was he here? To see his enemy of course. If he knew his enemy they would no doubt drown in their own blood before the year was out.
He turned the latest letter over in his hand impatiently; no return address, no name, no signiture. He detested games he could not win. He ran a well manicured hand through his neatly combed grey hair and sighed. It was nearly time.
He stretched his mind out, reaching for the seven men hiding behind a nearby sand dune. He didn't know them, he didn't care, if they could die helpfully they may stay in his service. A small drop of doubt crept into the link. William crushed it with a whim.
He looked at his watch: nearly midnight. He tensed himself for the unkown.
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Post by Señor Sunday Friday on Jul 8, 2009 15:10:58 GMT -5
A large longhaired tomcat walked silently along the wooden planking of the Ghost Shipyard, green eyes shimmered with a human intelligence as they peered towards William from the feilds of calico fur that encompassed the creature's body. It wasn't a fat feline, it was merely the size of a beagle or so- which was rather large for a cat. It seated itself calmly, looking towards William as if inspecting him for flaws, "Well, needless to say- you're rather patient." it commented, the words coming easily to the creature as it spoke and there might have been the slightest release of abrupt laughter with the statement as he looked towards the man whom appeared ever so direly hostile towards a school, of all things, "And rather old as well." he remarked offhandedly.
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Post by Henry Davidson on Jul 8, 2009 15:25:24 GMT -5
William spun a full circle scanning for human life, nothing, just an abnormally large cat and shattered wrecks.
"Who's there?!" he demanded aloud, not knowing where to direct it. His hand figeted in his pocket with the safety on his Ruger as he peered through the eyes of his suboardinates. Nothing, or at least nothing they could see.
Tape recorder? he wondered, nerves tensed but not quite panicked.
"I have no time for guessing games, where are you?" Voice raised but not quite yelling, searching his surroundings fervently through his slaves' eyes.
Just the cat and the ships.
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Post by Señor Sunday Friday on Jul 8, 2009 16:04:51 GMT -5
"Nobody's hiding." the cat chuckled, "Vous êtes un homme très idiot." he shook his head before looking back towards the ships and then towards William. "I was sent here to retrieve you- and I've wasted enough time testing your patience..." the feline began walking along the docks and one could wonder what would happen upon attempting to kick it into the water- but it was indeed a talking cat, which while not always expected was also rather intruiging to some people. And lots of people liked cats. He seemed rather comfortable turning his back to the man whom obviously had not been expecting a talking cat, seeming to think that he was fine and not in any danger at all.
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Post by Henry Davidson on Jul 8, 2009 16:23:14 GMT -5
"I'm not going anywhere!" he stated loudly, "I have questions, you have answers, start talking."
He thumbed the safety off the ruger and leveled it at the cat. Five shadows vaulted over the dune and assembled on the shore in a makeshift firing line, armed with a motley assortment of weapons that they had kept in their past lives, barretas, hunting rifles, even one with a crossbow.
"I believe I hold the cards here, you're playing my game now."
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Post by Señor Sunday Friday on Jul 8, 2009 17:09:52 GMT -5
"I've been talking all along, I don't see the purpose for such hostilities." The cat explained, looking towards the armed men, seeing that it was rude to ignore people, "But isn't the slaughter of innocent creatures a tad rash? You didn't even seem to question your sanity which means there must be a problem." He pointed out, a smile on it's feline face before it seemed to extend and there was the sound of bones cracking into different forms as the cat changed from what it was to a completely new being. A human with eyes the same eerie green and the hair mottled with color just as the feline's was. Presumably it was the same being, "You could quite possibly be hallucinating, a result of your difficult life no doubt." he commented with a light shrug. He was clothed in casual wear and a long dark woolen jacket, it seemed to suit him and his apparent personality.
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Post by Henry Davidson on Jul 8, 2009 17:37:12 GMT -5
"I get that a lot," he said flatly, "To which I reply, 'my sanity is my own'." His face creased into a wide grin. "Like I was saying, just who the hell are you and how did you track me down? I spent years building that image and you people ripped it open like paper in a matter of weeks." His arm muscles twitched. "Nobody plays with me," he said with a sneer.
"Just know that I have destroyed greater men than you."
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Post by Señor Sunday Friday on Jul 8, 2009 19:37:50 GMT -5
"I would imagine it rather hard to rip open paper since it tends to be rather flat- a paper bag though, or an envelope- that would hold water! Or rather it wouldn't, not very good with fluids, paper." he shook his head at the shame of paper being unable to hold water, "Which raises the question of paper cups... though those are coated with wax or something, right?" he inquired, a smile on his face as if multiple weapons were not sighted on his head or various important bodily organs and the like. "Which would certainly make sense, my friend." he reached out a hand to pat Will on the shoulder in a cordial manner, as if they had been good friends for quite some time. "Might you have input for this wonderful little chat?" He let out a sharp exhaling of air, looking quite satisfied with the conversation had, "Because if not- I really would appreciate that we lower the MAB 38s and... crossbows, as well as anything else you fancy to be shooting into my flesh. Not quite the appropriate occasion for such things and I'd be rather grateful not to have to take it on the heel and toe." he nodded, making perfect sense.
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Post by Henry Davidson on Jul 8, 2009 19:56:30 GMT -5
Four of the men lowered their weapons with a thought, "The crossbow stays," he stated. "Answer my question, who are you? Who do you work for and why the hell did you feel you had to ruin me?" His arm was shaking visibly, finger nails digging into his palms.
He began his psychic probe into the cat thing's mind, sliding along the surface thoughts, delicatelyintruding into the cracks, there wasn't much use, his pleasure centers appeared to have shriveled away and died. Base instincts were all that were left of them.
William gritted his teeth, He hated hybrids, so hard to control but so easy to read. "So what are you? Russian super soldier? Or maybe an ex German hybrid?"
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Post by Señor Sunday Friday on Jul 8, 2009 21:22:36 GMT -5
"Me? Perth would happen to be my name. Human by birth, werecat through an unusual course of events, mind you... Français de la naissance, américaine par choix. Nicht auf den geringfügigsten Deutsch, verspreche ich dich." there was a slight dip of the head to William, "Et vous?" he inquired with the tilt of his head, the smile rather smug upon his expression (EXPRESSION! EXPRESSION! EXPRESSION! e_e) as he crossed his arms over his chest and looked with an inspecting glance towards the crossbow, wondering why perhaps the least advanced of all the weapons had stayed aimed at his own very handsome mug. Eh, things could be worse- and they often were. And Perth's pleasure centers were very much intact, thank you.
He knew that from experience, last night with the one chick with the face and the hair and the boobs- or was it the other young woman or maybe... ugh, it's utterly impossible to keep such things straight in one's mind after such an extended period of time. Oh well.
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Post by Henry Davidson on Jul 9, 2009 12:57:04 GMT -5
"French," William said through gritted teeth, "So what? Did your family get dragged away during the war? You still haven't explained yourself, WHY ARE YOU PEOPLE AFTER ME?"
He was angry now, biting back the urge to simply rip open his mind and take what he wanted. Like it or not he needed this... thing. He raised the Rueger once again and pressed it to the Catman's forehead, "fail to answer the question one more time and you get a brain full of lead."
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Post by Señor Sunday Friday on Jul 9, 2009 14:52:59 GMT -5
Perth crossed his eyes, looking towards the barrel of the weapon and his head tilted to the side in a curious manner, "Well quite frankly..." he raised a hand to move the aim away from his face, to gently push it to point off in a safer direction, "I did not recall that Twilight Moon was after anyone, you see- it's an academic institution so if anything, we're after gifted, scholarly young minds... though you do appear a little old. Never too late to go back to school, though." he shrugged. "A very valiant thing on your part." he complimented with a nod, "Though somewhat less... valiant to be aiming weapons at people's heads- thought your accent does betray of some Germany and I guess asking you to betray your blood would be too much." He shrugged before starting to make his way along the docks, seeming to have lost interest in Will which was indeed confirmed with a yawn playing across his lips. "Might you have any further questions?" he inquired, turning to look towards Will with a critical glance. It could plainly be seen that these two were not at all going to become anything resembling of friends towards each other.
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Post by Henry Davidson on Jul 9, 2009 15:28:24 GMT -5
William was thouroughly furious to the point that his rage was beginning to show on the faces of his slaves. He thumbed the safety back on on his Rueger and shoved it back into his coat pocket and heaved a ragged, reluctant sigh.
If there's a school there must be more of them.. he thought, I'll be sure to wipe them out this time.
He took one step forward and stopped, looking over his shoulder at the mind slaves. What to do with them...
He turned and stepped out onto the foggy wharf as a series of piercing cracks rang out through the ship yard, then several dull thuds as the bodies hit the sand. If there were more Gifted students he could Use them when he got there.
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Post by Señor Sunday Friday on Jul 9, 2009 16:12:05 GMT -5
"Please refrain from killing bystanders along the way, mind you." Students did not linger in the Ghost Shipyards, the population that was here was just oddly drawn to the overly dramatic and unsettling, apparently. Some people though had odd tastes in landscaping and simply couldn't be helped. Perth hung his head in a moment of silence for those poor, unfortunate souls.
Oh well.
He walked with a nonchalant swagger and his eyes looked to the water as he continued along, looking over the edge of the docks for something in particular though whatever it was seemed to be a secret confined to Perth's brain- somewhere outside of the memory warehouse and locked up safe in his private office where nobody could get to them, save for himself. Yes, there was a confident nod from Perth as he continued his scanning of the docks and looking for whatever it was that would be the indication for whatever action Perth was planning to perform.
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Post by Henry Davidson on Jul 9, 2009 19:00:18 GMT -5
William and his last slave followed the cat thing in silence, tensed to fire on it if necessary. The mind slave twitched mentally but was stayed by the omnipresent William Borden. William happened to like this one, and not just for the unorthodox crossbow, it's mind shivered in the most interesting ways when tweaked properly, he'd make a good 'assistant'.
William slid over the cat things thoughts once more. Nothing of interest besides the fact that it was looking for something that it wasn't fully aware of.
What is it you want? William thought, probing gently into its conscience. What do you REALLY want? he asked again, this time directly into its mind.
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