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Post by Deleted on Dec 7, 2009 17:44:03 GMT -8
Night, there was simply something magical to it all, simply the way the stars glimmered back in expectance to the hopefully eyes looking up. Or even the way those of dark natures emerged to do naughty deeds unto each and every place. Jaus was simply a bystander here, noting the night as an author would on one of his troubled vacations eventually climaxing in the artists demise but enough about that.
The tanned face, pale haired individual strode the night basking in the ambiance of futility; he knew well enough there was trouble to be had but strictly stated he didn't care well enough to continue on his merry ways of causing such havoc. There were rules to be upheld and he simply only catered to his own needs and rules.
1. To be strong. 2. Don't let people get in ones way. 3. Make sure to tie up loose ends.
That was the duty for tonight, to tie up loose ends in the name of the Jardin. IT was his duty as reining superior. Strolling down the street in the heavily weighted coat Jaus lit a fuse and tossed the liquid filled bottle onto the small apartment building walking off as though nothing had happened. He was innocent, or so it would seem. This was the darker side of Gabriel's Jardin wars.
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Post by Arthur Ð on Dec 7, 2009 19:13:42 GMT -8
Always at the right place at the right time for his own reasons, Arthur would exit from a nearby alleyway. In his arms he carried a series of metal pipes. Always needing to acquire more materials. His gaze would move around cautiously, even though he was gathering materials does not mean he was doing it legally. Pausing at the mouth of the alley, he observed a male throw a lit bottle into an aparment.
Curious... Arthur would proceed slowly, setting down his illgotten goods and begin a well practiced slow walk that would befit his ghoulish appearence. He would move towards the male he just saw throw the bottle, something that was worth investigating he felt.
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Post by Deleted on Dec 7, 2009 19:22:01 GMT -8
Jaus escaped easily, the night as his guise he could sell the cinder and ash cackle in the distance as he marched off not regarding what'd happened in the room behind him. Fortunatly enough he could handle this job of his own accord, it was only a small nest of the vermin lurking within the robes there. Valentine's fondness for them was lackluster but it'd been earned over a decade of war with one another, or at least he was included in the last decade, the war had been raging on for over two centuries. Behind the eyes of humanity but just before their very complacent faces.
Jaus scowled sensing another presence behind him. Time to loose the tagger, though he didn't know the man or his significant features he could tell by the decrepid walk, dark and omnipresent.
Jaus would dash to the side elluding a tail in a dark ally before he lunged up for the escape staircase hanging off the side of the building from there he'd ascend and hopefully evade the dark ghoul.
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Post by Arthur Ð on Dec 7, 2009 20:01:27 GMT -8
Arthur would pick up the pace slightly once his target disapeared from view, he would not let them escape. Not after the pyrotechnic storm that he unleashed. Such actions piqued his interest. Entering the alleyway after the other figure, his hand would tighten into a fist. Seeing that the other person was escaping to the roofs it'd be hard to pursue him up there with his lead on the fire escape.
Solution: Destroy the fire escape.
His body felt the increase of strength and speed from the electricity flooding his system, adding even further to it all, was the build up of power in his fist. Throwing his fist into the air, aimed above where the kid was on the fire escape, a powerful shockwave would rocket out from Arthurs fist. Expanding rapidly with a dangerous amount of force, all aimed at destroying the fire escape and making the other figures escape impossible.
((Shockwave Strength: 153, Remaining Strength: 41))
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Post by Deleted on Dec 7, 2009 21:04:57 GMT -8
*BAM!*
With a sudden shudder Jaus would feel the floor give way beneath him and crumble to pieces, a look of shock placated across his features as he watched the descent to the ground level landing at the flat of his back atop the garbage bin.
"Fuck!" He'd cry bouncing back up to see the monstrosity before him.
No words just a simple snarl formed on his face moving into an attack position, it wasn't death Jaus feared, but it wasn't fear striking him merely the tense formulation of the battle to come. He'd feel the cool tenseness encompass him ready for his moment to strike out lashing for his foe. But not yet, no, like the viper he'd coil waiting for the opportune moment.
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Post by Arthur Ð on Dec 7, 2009 21:47:45 GMT -8
Arthur watched, analysing his would be opponent.
"To. Open. Hells. Gate. And. Create. The. Flames. Of. Damnation. I. Would. Question. Who. Is. It. That. Calls. Me. From. The. Grave.?" Arthur would question, not approaching, no attacking his opponent. He just stared, watched, waited. That's all there was to do at this point in time.
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Post by Deleted on Dec 7, 2009 21:53:19 GMT -8
Jaus stood in clear defiance not acknowledging the strange tongue that spoke. It was fairly ridiculous even for a foreigner for someone to be speaking in such a Gaelic form of speech. It made him seem to some extent not as intimidating, at least at this point and time. He had however blown up his only form of escape and now Jaus was cornered in an abandoned alleyway.
"Jaus... As for you corpse." He reiterated in selfless defiance. No way would he be dying here Jaus was a warrior.
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Post by Arthur Ð on Dec 7, 2009 22:06:15 GMT -8
"Ghoul." Arthur would respond in acknowledgement to Jaus' question. He had no need to give his true name. Slowly, a dark dripping could be seen coming out of his sleeves, though due to the darkness it wasn't too apparent but it was a slow stream of flies falling out of his sleeves. As each one fell, they took flight and began to land on Jaus. More as an annoyance than anything.
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Post by Deleted on Dec 7, 2009 22:12:52 GMT -8
Jaus scowled, now this creeper was simply playing with him, he'd not be taken lightly nor a fool, rather he'd force his way out of here. A less desirable result but regardless it got the job done with a lesson learned. Don't Molotov people unless you have a clear escape route.
"Get the fuck outta my way ghoul!" Jaus snarled stepping forward thrusting an arm out to shift him away and make his own swathed path around him.
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Post by Arthur Ð on Dec 7, 2009 22:24:30 GMT -8
Arthur didn't move, he held his ground but he also triggered discharge. His entire body becoming a living conduit of electricity. But after Jaus would make the initiate contact, Arhtur would move forward, move closer, reaching up to grasp his arm tightly with one arm and with the other to grab Jaus' opposite shoulder.
"You. Call. The. Dead. From. Their. Grave. Then. Dismiss. Them. So. Easily.? Know. That. The. Damned. Are. Not. Play. Things." Arthur retorted, staring at Jaus intently.
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Post by Deleted on Dec 7, 2009 22:41:25 GMT -8
Jaus felt the current surge beneath his skin hitting those nerves that made him yelp in painful retorsion. "AHHHHH"
He felt himself try to back away but the grip was too hard to break under the current scenario, nor could he remove the coat without getting passed that vice grip.
"Let go of me cretin!" He'd plead easily willing himself to escape.
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Post by Arthur Ð on Dec 7, 2009 23:04:37 GMT -8
"Our. Kind. Is. Not. At. Your. Beck. Nor. At. Your. Call. Learn. Your. Place." Arthur would declare, keeping up the hoax of being an actual undead creature, though he wasn't too far from it. His maggot riddled, disfigured face was illuminated slightly by the moon light as their struggles caused his hood to fall down. His lipless mouth baring its teeth as he snarled.
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Post by Deleted on Dec 8, 2009 0:10:16 GMT -8
Jaus thought of only one way out in this scenario, though he hated himself for thinking of pulling such a dirty trick he would rather not be barbecued by the maggot infested creature before him.
Raisin his leg with deadly force implied Jaus would kick the guy right where the balls should be. But of course he didn't know Arthur or his little bag of tricks involved.
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Post by Arthur Ð on Dec 8, 2009 0:34:19 GMT -8
Arthur would grunt slightly, little more than air expelling from his mouth as he felt the impact. He no longer possessed that weakness of Adam. Though if he kept electrocuting this person he would not be able to question them. Twisting slightly, he would reverse the direction he spun to add momentum, releasing Jaus to throw him into the wall of the alleyway.
"Why. Is. It. You. Would. Summon. Me. And. Mine.?" Arthur would question, releasing discharge and going back to a normal body current. He always kept a careful watch though, he did not intend to let them escape.
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Post by Deleted on Dec 8, 2009 1:02:55 GMT -8
Jaus flinched falling back into the ally, he wasn't going down without a fight, this electric socket would have to learn a thing or two before Jaus gave into defeat here. Alone, he'd always suspect thats how he'd die, but not here thats where he'd decided.
He'd remove the coat in a swift motion watching as the hardware hit the ground forcefully with a colliding twang.
"I didn't summon you anywhere, but sending you back to hell shouldn't be too hard."
Jaus lunged forward his burst of newfound strength and speed from the removal of the weighted clothing made this a lot easier than before, he was certainly a lot more agile.
A solid punch would be shot at the demons face followed up with a sudden aerial kick to his neck hopefully knocking him aback.
(ooc: Strength: 36 Dexterity: 30 Constitution: 30 Intelligence: 26 Wisdom: 25 Charisma: 20
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