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Post by Ladd Russo of the Russo Family on Oct 14, 2007 20:13:48 GMT -5
"There we are, one for each of you," Rell said amiably, straightening and taking a few steps. Each footfall was as nonchalant and innocent as one would please, but they were significant all the same. His smiling face belied his eyes, which, though also containing their fair share of mirth, were of an entirely different material. Though almost lazily glancing around, there was a gleam in them that said he was entirely alert of even the smallest ant marching past his boots.
"Well, what will you do, Dae? Your good man here is showing his own twisted play on chivalry. Forty minutes to get to safety, I guess, but it seems more like he needs a hunting game."
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Post by hannah montana on Oct 14, 2007 20:18:50 GMT -5
Clarik chuckled. His hands slipped into his pockets and he pulled out his Black Knuckles and slid his fingers right into their places. It had been a while since his last fight. "I go where Dae goes," he said decidedly, straightening a bit from his feral stance but not taking his eyes off of the trackers. "Forty minutes, hmm? Thirty-nine more than I need."
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Post by demonfire on Oct 14, 2007 20:26:21 GMT -5
"I see we've got a cocky one, all the more fun to cut down to size, literally," Breen said with an inhuman tone in his voice, coming out as a very dark joke. "The timer still ticks down, I would advise you run, you wouldn't pose much of a fight." Everything was ready now, so he simply waited for the timer to strike zero.
"I'll have fun killing you, scum," Tar said to Rell, snarling to reveal wolf fangs in his mouth. The dittany juices coated all of his mouth, turning it into a weapon in a lycan form.
"Well, I honestly think we should head out for the mountains, much more cover and the like. I also think we should head out right now," Estrik said, taking off and grabbing Jatza by the hand, showing a genuine interest in her safety, more than a friend, though, because of course there needed to be some romance in a homicidal role play. "Coming?" he yelled back to the others as he took off to forested grounds.
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Post by J-Bear! on Oct 15, 2007 9:04:17 GMT -5
[[LMFAO HOW CUUUUUUUUUUUUUTE. Blind kid has a crush on abused elven princess who always gets into trouble when she didn't do anything! EKSDEE. I wonder how she'll deal with it after Yorry . . . EKSDEE.]] Dae sighed. "Well, I suppose I can drag Clarik away, if I tried. But what will you do, O Master Teacher of mine?" She laughed, wrapping an arm around Clarik. "Let's go. For me?" She winked at him. Jatza sighed, feeling Estrik's romantic interest in her before he could even say anything. As they were running, she said, "Y'know, Estrik, I do have the power of empathy. I can tell you like me as more than a friend." She looked at him apologetically. "Can't help it. Sorry." [[LOLZ. Never crush on an empathetic kid. Unless you want them to know without having to tell them. EKSDEE.]]
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Post by hannah montana on Oct 15, 2007 9:48:03 GMT -5
Clarik was about to snarl something back, but he glanced over at Dae and then back at the trackers. He gripped her arm and ran off in the direction of Jatza and Estrik. "Hold on!" he called, grinning at her. "This'll be fun."
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Post by Ladd Russo of the Russo Family on Oct 15, 2007 14:53:10 GMT -5
"And here I thought that killing was a grave duty of the chosen, to cleanse this world when all other measures fail. Regretfully do they take up their swords, for God's tears fall at the death of all of his children, even the fallen," Rell said with a show of solemnity, glancing boredly at a Dictamnus Albus flower he had plucked from a nearby bush.
"False Dittany, also known as White Dittany or the Burning Bush, because of its highly flammable properties. Quite unrelated to the Dittany of Crete, a powerful Demonbane. You know what, slayer? I hate hypocrites. If this is going to be a game, try to play by the rules your beloved God set down." The flower in his hand suddenly disappeared in a wisp of flame.
"Dae dear!" he said, suddenly calling her in a cheerful almost singsong voice. Though he wasn't walking particularly fast, the demon was at her side in less than a second. "It seems we've been invited to a game of manhunt. Let's be polite and find our.... hiding place." A sly eye slid back to Breen, almost a dare.
"You're the leader, half-breed, so let's see where you take us."
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Post by Arual on Oct 15, 2007 15:23:43 GMT -5
It was the moment Rell had left that Cecil had come in. Ironic, huh? With his raven hair and crimson eyes the teen looked at Breen from the shadows; as he had been watching the scene this whole time. How odd this slayer was....maybe even crazy to have the guts to play around with Rell. He knew Rell, or at least to the extent Rell let himself be known to Cecil. The kid knew that as much a bastard as the demon was to most people, as much as the man angered him; that he'd be snapped in a millisecond- and that was Rell without trying. The ninja never tried to mess with him, and was probably doing the smartest thing by not attempting. "Well, I have to wonder on Rell's planning, but - who is this slayer? I haven't seen him around here before," Cecil thought, his cold blood colored eyes looking at the unknown man. "I'm surprised to see any slayers around here," he said aloud from the darkness, still unflinching.
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Post by demonfire on Oct 15, 2007 15:33:13 GMT -5
"Nothing you should apologize over, Jatza, it's natural for you," he said, still maintaining a running speed. "And if I'm going to be leading the way, I'd suggest you stop calling me a half-breed now," he said to Rell. He had reached the outskirts of the town, now heading into what seemed to be a thick forest that ascended a large mountain. "Just a little warning for you guys, I wouldn't touch any strange looking plants," he said with a smile. He placed his staff in the holder on his back, freeing up one hand.
He stopped running after he got far into the forest and into a small clearing. Panting for air, he walked over to a small bush, however, the berries on it were what seemed to be a tie dyed green and blue. Estrik sniffed the berries before popping a couple in his mouth, giving a jump in energy. "Want some?" he asked Jatza, "there's plenty, and they've got a kick to 'em, and by the fact that those two guys back there didn't give us any kind of time limit they have to kill us, I think we'll need all the energy we can get. They're called Caffeine Weed, partly because a bite of the root could make you run for days on end, it's powerful stuff." The little berries gave off the aroma of sulfur and cherries, oddly.
Breen still bore a calm look as Rell spoke to him, neither moving nor speaking, even his chest seemed not to move as if he wasn't breathing. He glanced down at his watch, thirty minutes were still left, so that means he would give them fifteen, he was considered evil by some. "I'd suggest you hurry up and join the others, lest you be killed so close to the starting line," he said to Cecil, with his coal eyes seemingly piercing through Cecil.
Tar's body transformed, growing, becoming furrier and wolf-like. A long and loud howl escaped his muzzle, beckoning to the moon. The odd thing about his wolf form was that his fur was neither brown, nor black, but a pure white. The only impurity upon his coat was a tattoo on his left shoulder, that of a Templar cross surrounded by a full moon. The arm blade that was once on his arm dropped to the ground, with the clanging of the blade acting as an alarm that time was almost up. He jumped around and around, getting a feel for his true lycan strength again.
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Post by Ladd Russo of the Russo Family on Oct 15, 2007 15:47:49 GMT -5
"It seems I'm required to specify. I meant that my student was the leader, not you." Rell shook his head briefly, as if wondering how many half breeds there were these days. "If she wants to follow you around, that's her oversight. I wouldn't dream to interfere."
And now the big, bad, scary slayer and his tamed wolf were going to come and 'purify' them. Yes, blood and dittany flavored flashes of magical residue on bones were always what came to his mind upon hearing the word 'purify'. The demon rolled his eyes. Slayers, you never got variety.
You had the... Innocent slayer: Shouldn't be a slayer at all, but a long childhood of religious brain-washing has convinced it that it is doing the right thing. Otherwise quite high in moral standards. Bad-ass slayer: The type that knows it isn't exactly following the book, but in firm in the belief that it does necessary evil, and that it looks so bad-ass in its tragic past. Usually is/or soon becomes what it hunts, just to add to the tragic irony of its situation. Insane slayer: Something cracked. Perhaps too much Bible study, perhaps a traumatic past event involving dark creatures. They're as addicted to killing as demons themselves; the only difference is that you have to be bored to death by a partially bad-ass partially heart-wrenching sermon before they get around to actually killing you. It usually involves a lot of spitting and snarling.
While Rell was thinking about that, he also considered his student. Demons usually could think two tracts of thought simultaneously with ease, though it became rather disorienting once you got past four or more of them. Yes, his student. While she had potential (and she was female; it doesn't get more diabolical than that), she was still stuck in a rut of innocence. He really hoped she didn't intend to be a silent follower in this round of the game. It would be boring, uneducational, and potentially dangerous for her teammates. He'd hate to have to kill a few off until she was forced to take the reigns.
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Post by Arual on Oct 15, 2007 15:58:51 GMT -5
"I rather not follow." Cecil stated simply, though to nobody else's knowledge, the boy had his own solution to this curiosity suddenly building within him. He was not one to manhunt unless necessary and this reason wasn't what you would consider valid. The boy vanished; though like a demon would. (probably able to trick a slayer or two- especially with the eyes)
He'd follow from a differ route, somewhere obvious, but definitely not to those after Rell. It was so simple, but then again, his spying skills were rusty, perhaps this was a good way of bringing their sharpness back.
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Post by hannah montana on Oct 15, 2007 18:18:19 GMT -5
"Caffeine Weed?" Clarik chuckled. "Sounds like something Amber came up with, hmm?" He swiped a few berries and chomped down, figuring the boost of strength would be good for him. In his mind, he wasn't just supposed to protect himself, but the two ladies as well. What a gent. "Estrik, you better know where you're going with this." Clarik heard the howl and rolled his eyes.
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Post by J-Bear! on Oct 15, 2007 18:43:27 GMT -5
Dae sighed. "You know, Rell, you're not going to be very happy with me if you keep calling me half-breed. You think I wanted my past?" She shook her head. She followed Estrik to the Caffeine Weed, but decided to leave them there. "Guys, I'm gonna go off on my own. Unless you want to come, Clarik?" She looked at him, and popped a few of the berries in her mouth.
Jatza sighed. "Thanks. A lot of people wouldn't like it if I knew their every emotion, however." She shrugged, running until he offered the Caffeine Weed. "Sure, and I'm sorry, Dae, but I'm staying with Estrik."
[[O.o Rell's so nice, isn't he? EKSDEE.]]
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Post by Ladd Russo of the Russo Family on Oct 15, 2007 19:13:17 GMT -5
(Hey, honesty hurts. =])
"I could call you Naive-Little-Student, but I thought it would be impolite," Rell replied blandly. "Frankly, student, only the weak willed dwell upon their past, because they find it preferable to the effort it would take to change their present."
With a flourish the demon removed a long stem of White Dittany from his slim trench coat, offering it to her in a delicate grip between two fingers.
"You should eat some of the stem. Don't let the lemon scent deceive you; it's really quite bitter. White Dittany is a potent force against the Dittany of Crete, and added to your blood advantage, his weed should have no effect on you. It would not be appropriate to force you through your first test alone when the other side is so likely to cheat."
"Oh," he added as an afterthought. "And wipe your hands afterwards, the oils really are flammable. The unnecessary paperwork for flash-fried student is monumental."
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Post by Arual on Oct 15, 2007 19:21:32 GMT -5
Cecil followed through the unknown, keeping up with the other slayer group casually, effortlessly jumping from branch to branch with not even a rustle of a leaf. His red eyes were dimmed and unlit as they closely kept watch over the 'bad-ass' slayer. "What type of manhunt is he going for?" he thought silently, his facial expression giving that 'thinking and worried-yet confused' look to it, "Is this guy just doing it for fun.....or is he really trying to kill every demon he possible can run into?"
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Post by hannah montana on Oct 15, 2007 19:24:01 GMT -5
"Shouldn't we stick together?" Clarik asked, looking to Rell and guessing he was probably the most experianced one of their group. "That would be better, wouldn't it? Harder to beat?" He shrugged. "Or maybe I don't know what I'm talking about..."
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