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 Posted: Tue Oct 23, 2007 10:11 am
Kazeryu_Avaradine "Seems this area doesn't quite cater to my needs" Macleod said quietly to himself as he left another weapon store. "but i guess most of the people here don't bother much with demons and the like as much as do" he continued towards his own apt. for a quick re-supply...and of course, checking for any possible thing he might need in each purposeful store he passes on his way. Jon took out his cell, dialing Macleod's number. After all this time, he still had it on speed dial. He had made sure that he was equipped with a gun for any situation. Which meant his 7.62 pistol was definately at his side, with the arm brace already being worn. He wore a long coat, light tan, like something from a P.I.'s office, complete with stylish hat. Gotta have the hat. Under that he was decked out in his favorite ballistic body armor. He carried an UZI in his jacket for when situations called for the proverbial 'spray and pray'. To round out his arsenal he carried several grenades and explosives. The beauty was the concealibility of his stuff. Except for his outrageous sidearm, but he had permits for that... Jon had done what Macleod asked, so he was here waiting in town square... with no Macleod in sight. The cell rang a couple more times.
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Posted: Tue Oct 23, 2007 11:42 pm
His phone began to play the rediculous tune he had given Jon for the exact reason that it wouldn't be taken as a serious call with such a ringtone. He stumbled through the small restauraunt with the grace of a elephant in a field of mice to get outside and then whipped out his phone ...It was answered with "Yo, uh...OH YEAH, I'm at the J's&C's place" He knew it had been awhile since he went to an oriental beverage shop and he knew why. "I'mma bit farther-er down from the town...square...circle...whatever it is... at the C's&J's drink place. Meet me over here...And i'll get you a p-pi-pint of sake if you want." He then hung up and found himself in a precarious situation.
A mother and her two sons as well as some other guy were watching his "talk" and each laughing from the comedy of the scene until Macleod spotted them laughing and spoke with the perfectly typical "Whaddaya lookin' at?" Thus dispelling their laughs and allowing him to go back inside to wait for Jon where he finished off his rice wine.
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Posted: Thu Oct 25, 2007 3:39 pm
Night set a swift pace through the streets. Wanting to get this delivery and his pay for he never did anything for free. Besides the Zienna clan had more than enough gold for anything. He made his way to the vineyard.
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Posted: Thu Oct 25, 2007 5:31 pm
Vox mannaged to keep up with the human with ease, after a while he asked, "Sir, if you don't mind my asking , who exactly am i to be working for?"
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Posted: Fri Oct 26, 2007 11:23 am
"Her human name is Catherine Zienna, and her pack name is Ascendence into Death. She is the onwer of a vineyard. But most of all she is the leader of a pack of assasins who do their job quite well." Night paused. "Anymore questions?"
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Posted: Fri Oct 26, 2007 9:29 pm
Vox knew his place he didn't ask another question. "No sir" he responded flatly.
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Posted: Wed Oct 31, 2007 9:50 pm
Jon was a little relieved that Macleod wasn't locked in deadly combat. But he sounded...drunk? Jon pocketed his phone and went to said bar. It was a quaint place, more like a pub. Jon found Macleod's booth and sat accross from him. You could say that Jon was dissapointed. He had told iis friend to get a better grip on that sake thing.
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Posted: Thu Nov 01, 2007 4:51 pm
Ahhhhhh, its not eve-n 'bout gettin' wasted, i gotta make this whatchamacallit and it mad painful to do it, sooooo its good to numb up the old bones ah hahahahaha.
Anyway, lets get the finuckin beetlejuice outta this place. I gotta do this before i'm completely sober again.
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Posted: Fri Nov 02, 2007 9:38 am
Night reached the forest edge and changed into a large six tailed white fox. "now dragon keep up with me"
(forest)
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Posted: Tue Nov 06, 2007 6:33 pm
Kazeryu_Avaradine Ahhhhhh, its not eve-n 'bout gettin' wasted, i gotta make this whatchamacallit and it mad painful to do it, sooooo its good to numb up the old bones ah hahahahaha. Anyway, lets get the finuckin beetlejuice outta this place. I gotta do this before i'm completely sober again. (just realized this probably should've happened in the single's bar...oh well.) "Alright then. Where does this need to be done and what does it need to happen?" Jon secretly hoped that it would be something dangerous...he was getting bored of retirement.
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Posted: Tue Nov 06, 2007 6:53 pm
Macleod started for the outskirts of the city, looking for a fairly desolate area.
"WAIT, Wait, wait... ... . . . OH YEAH lets see... caaaaandles, chaaaaaalk, viiiiiiiiiials... You got junk that can take care of bad stuff, and demons, and stuff?" They walked for a good few minutes before Macleod asked "and whats a good way outta town-i feel like im going nowhere" ...They were standing back in front of C&J's again...
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Posted: Tue Nov 06, 2007 7:04 pm
(will add an outskirts forum)
"The area outside of town in the east is pretty baren untill you hit the beach. But that's not for a good many miles. Right south of us is populated, also beach. And I got my demon killing stuff, if thats what you mean." Jon patted his favorite sidearm.
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Posted: Tue Nov 06, 2007 7:40 pm
[[im ignoring the intoxicated effects]]
"I guess we should catch a ride or something if its gonna take awhile... Also it would be trouble to do this in an enclosed space which is why i don't want to go into an alley or building-thing could get ugly."
"I'll tell you what were up against" Macleod says rather quietly "Its a..." He describes a creature that is able to take your shape/form just by seeing you, even if its just for a brief moment-all they need is to see into your eyes. Their true form is often a towering abomination of flesh, bones, skin, blood, and of course other bodies it taken over.
"Fortunately it makes a 'clone' of you instead of possessing you-which is better because it doesn't have to worry about being exorcised by people concerned about 'Joe Shmoe" wandering around. However, if the person that was 'cloned' attacks the 'clone' they feel the same pain as the damage they dealt. While the damage is not real-it will feel as if you just stabbed yourself if you stab the 'clone.'"
"They warp reality like this to keep the original person from being able to destroy their own body. And thats why i need you to be around here, cuz i will fight it but i don't need to feel what its like to shoot myself in the head just yet."
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Posted: Tue Nov 06, 2007 8:29 pm
"Sounds like fun. Good thing there's two of us then, so one of us will be able to attack." Jon hailed a taxi. "I'm almost afraid to ask just what it is that can't be done in a nice alleyway, but I'll see soon enough."
The taxi pulls up and tgey get in, headed for the desert.
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Posted: Sat Nov 24, 2007 8:58 am
Night speed his way through the streets nearly colliding with everyone if it weren't for his reflexes and speed.
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