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Post by Vespyr on Dec 14, 2009 16:25:47 GMT -8
The day had been a sluggish one; as usual, Vespyr awoke around sunset, got dressed, made breakfast, and headed out for another nighttime adventure with her beloved Fleesh. However, today, there were no adventures (not yet). She watched blithely as the same people in the same cars rode by as if attached to some petty circling track. Glared at the same small children that happened to bump into her knees as they raced by, with the same thoughts of dousing their faces with sulfuric acid. Fleesh wore the same quietly mischevious feline grin each time she glanced down at him, but that was a thing that never grew old; that, and sunsets. Although today's sunset had been an unsatisfactory show due to a lack of oddly shaped clouds, so the girl and the cat were left with dull and disappointed gazes as they sat on the rooftop of an apartment building overlooking a city street, Vespyr with her slender legs and booted feet dangling over the edge and Fleesh with his two front paws hanging limply over the same. There was a silence between them that seemed to utter the same "Uh-huh." and "Mmmmyep." as always in a case of such boredom.
There had to be some remedy to this ennui, Vespyr thought as she dropped the clean-pecked rib bone she had picked up from some idle restauranteer's plate. It had been full of meat when she snatched it but was now white as the moon that was, sadly, also an absent sight. She handed a second bone, just as big, to Fleesh who gnashed his teeth at it gratefully and let it, too, fall to the ground when he was finished. Someone far below grunted and shouted in protest to the rain of rib bones, but Vespyr ignored them and continued to scan the horizon while her mind pursued plans to be had. There had to be something they could do for fun. These nights certainly would not last forever; soon, Vespyr would be going to school, which meant waking up during the day, which meant another fucked up sleeping schedule, which meant no more nighttime romps. It was a sad thing, really, but all for the better-- at least, she hoped with apprehension that it would be in the end.
With a sigh, Vespyr reach up to lightly tap her shoulder, indicating for the cat to hop up. Fleesh did so immediately, digging his claws into the fabric of her jacket to hold on as his mistress slid down a drain pipe with ease. They were at the base of the building within moments.
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Post by Ryu Hayabusa on Dec 14, 2009 19:15:31 GMT -8
As it periodically happened, Ryu was walking around the Long Beach area. A particularly city-like area, one might add. What was he doing there? The same thing we do every night pinky, Try to take over the world! he did every time he came into these city areas. Shopping... Sortof. He was making purchases, but not in the typical manner that comes to mind when one says the word 'shopping'. No, decidedly not. He'd done that once, and that was when he found the jacket that he now wore on his back. The Senpuu Uwagi. And money generally said that he wouldn't be doing that again any millennium soon.
What sort of 'shopping' was he doing, then? Black Market, of course. Many of the things that Ryu supplied himself and his home with were illegal and or hard to come by. From knives to guns to poisons to antidotes down to benign things like prescription drugs that he used to treat the injuries of himself and others in his care. Yes, the black market was a multiple stop shop, but it never was one to disappoint, and it never ceased to amaze.
Now then. As for what he was doing at this particular moment in time. His mode of transport was a few blocks away. Instead of driving between points, Ryu simply walked the short distance between goods sources. It was during just such a walk, that he cut through an alley to get to the other side of the block, and it was just such a walk that saw it raining gothic teenagers.
It was dark, and the lights faced Ryu's back as the girl slid down the drain pipe. Halting in his step with a black backpack over his shoulder, his husky blue eyes glowed brightly, flicking over her form as she reached the ground. Where the fuck did she come from? His eyes settled on the drain pipe, then flicked upwards before locking back on the girl. "Who the hell are you?" He demanded, his voice as deep as ever, booming with a degree of bass that over the short distance, she would feel reverberate slightly in her chest.
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Post by Vespyr on Dec 14, 2009 19:57:31 GMT -8
Vespyr's blood chilled at the sound of a foreign footstep and whirled around as a deep voice emanated from the darkness. As her heart beat with pangs of cold surprise, her violet eyes fell upon the figure-- a tall male, and muscular, silhouetted against the distant dull light from a streetlamp. She had been caught off-guard for a moment there, but wasn't about to let that be an impediment. Should danger arise, she was prepared to be gone in an instant.
"What kind of question is that? What does it matter?" she replied, her voice smooth like dark silk. The glint like that of a startled animal had quickly faded from Vespyr's eyes and was replaced by an eerie stillness that would have made even the blood of the fearless run cold with unease. Meanwhile, the fur along the cat's back had risen like icicles as he glared menacingly at the male from the darkness, most likely unseen at this point. Vespyr did not glance down at him in order to keep his presence unknown; if anything were to happen, he would be able to escape unharmed.
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Post by Ryu Hayabusa on Dec 14, 2009 20:49:58 GMT -8
Ryu stood quite still as well, though not out of shock or fear or whatever it was she felt. He simply held ground. She was somewhat in his way, physically, and until she was out of the way, there he stood. "A perfectly valid one." He replied in an even tone. Such tone was somewhat menacing for the simple fact that that was how Ryu seemed under normal circumstances, but there was no undue aggression in it. Then again, undue wasn't a very valid term when it came to Ryu. He needed no reason to be aggressive. The simple fact that someone was alive tended to be reason enough for him to attack them. Luckily enough for her, he was more tame recently. "Someone drops fifty feet and lands in front of you, particularly not a splatter on the pavement. It gets you wondering just who they are." He was being slightly sarcastic now, though his tone didn't denote it.
With the second question, he decided to mess with the girl a little bit. "As for what it matters," His tone picked up. His head cocked, and his pupils dilated slightly, ramping up the glow of his bright blue piercing eyes. "It's always nice to know what name to put on the tombstone." A manic grin followed these other movements, as he delved into the psychosis that he hadn't bothered to express in quite some time. Pointed white teeth would shine in the darkness, not quite as bright as his eyes, but certainly more stand out than his other features, blacked out by the position of the lighting.
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Post by Vespyr on Dec 14, 2009 21:21:49 GMT -8
Vespyr's eyes narrowed as the stranger spoke. Something about the way he held himself caught her attention; aside from the cold glint of his icey orbs in the darkness, there was another, more familiar appearance that made itself known through the tone of his deep voice. With a feeling akin to the way one feels when meeting another person with similar interests, Vespyr sensed the intimidating aura that was put off by him, but was not particularly affected by it. At that moment Vespyr knew she stood before a killer, someone with the same darkness intertwined in their thoughts as hers and perhaps, even with the same motives as her.
Of course, the mere fact put her in a great deal of danger, but she neither launched an attack at him nor ran. He was stronger and faster. That was obvious even at a glance. Vespyr was simply still staring at the only visible features of his face-- the glowing eyes and nefariously bared teeth. Something about the way he looked had a very grand effect on his whole stature, and it was an oddly... pleasant sight to see.
For some reason unknown to her, Vespyr's own black cherry lips peeled back into a rapacious grin, showing her own gleaming fangs. This wasn't a friendly smile; far from it-- she was as hostile as ever. It was a mere sign that she wasn't at all frightened by him, perhaps even a mockery.
"Your argument is valid enough, but you really don't seem like the type to give a fuck about proper burials. And as for me, i've had my fair share of splatters, so i'm nothing special..."
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Post by Ryu Hayabusa on Dec 15, 2009 16:33:32 GMT -8
A small deep voiced chuckle was loosed to the air. Not his psychotic laughter, though it did sound decidedly 'evil' "I don't know about proper burials, but graves leave room for defecation when everyone's dead and you're sitting on your throne of flames, bored out of your mind." His body shifted slightly, as weight was redistributed from an even footing, to one foot. It was very slow, but Ryu began walking toward the girl. He did still need to go in that direction, after all. Though a fight now would be an interesting idea, particularly against this girl.
She seemed to have her issues as well. That grin. She was just as insane as he was. Well, perhaps not that insane. It was difficult to match the several levels of insanity that Ryu possessed. Even without the ravenous split personalities that were not so locked in his mind, Ryu was still violently psychotic on several levels. "Besides, none of those spills could have been that bad. You're still alive, aren't you?" His grin broadened slightly. "Or am I talking to the undead?" He asked in a tone that spoke a combination of psychosis and humor.
His footsteps were careful now. When simply walking around these days, he let his steps crash loudly, making his presence known well enough to any one who cared to listen. Now, though, each foot fall made an eerie lack of noise as the psychotic silhouette moved closer to the girl. Right hand in his jacket pocket, left holding the backpack slung over his shoulder, his shining eyes locked on hers as he wondered how she would react to his new proximity.
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Post by Vespyr on Dec 16, 2009 16:22:06 GMT -8
Vespyr found little humour in the stranger's dark pun, instead finding a deep well of seriousness behind it; but her face was the same nefarious show of teeth regardless. It wouldn't have made any difference if she were dead or alive, but all the years of recklessness and danger, injuries that should have been fatal, and sickness that should have been interminable, should have taken their toll. She should have been dead. In truth, she had died many years ago on a rainy morning at the age of six, but she remembered none of it now so none of it mattered. The world still turns.
"Sometimes i can't tell." she said darkly, her eyes following the figure as he moved closer. Each muscle in her body tensed as he drew near, preparing for anything like a thousand soldiers with their guns loaded and aimed. As she had determined before, she was in a great deal of danger at the moment; the murderer that she saw in his eyes, for all she knew, could spring to life at any moment and she wouldn't stand a fighting chance. On the other hand, it could remain quiescent and she would be spared. The real danger lie in her of his motives as he took another step toward her. There was not fear pulsing through her blood like anyone else might have felt, but there was a strong force coursing in her veins that allowed her to remain fully aware and prepared. Not fear, but pure instinct; it was the heat of her blood, the fire in her eyes, the raging liquid essence that fueled her existence.
At some point, this reflex had bade her to leap like a cat onto a pile of empty crates that were stacked a few feet away from her, her glinting violet eyes still riveted to the other's icey blue ones. At this point, she was higher than him and had an easy escape route on either side of her, should the need arise. Had he been, in Vespyr's keen judgement, weaker or even at her same level of power, she would not have taken the chance of letting him pass unscathed. Had she been the stronger one he would have been dead like the countless others. Another tally marked in blood. However, the scales were not tipped in her favour; now she was the one in the position of danger. Survival was a highly strategic game.
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Post by Ryu Hayabusa on Dec 16, 2009 19:12:37 GMT -8
He couldn't help but laugh at her statement. Surprising to say, Ryu had no idea what that felt like. He always had some sort of way of telling himself that he was alive, no matter how he felt about the situation. When his family was killed, he had the ache in his heart, and the rage in his veins. After that, he had the pains of his back. Throughout the worst experiences of his life, ones that most would be extremely hard pressed to match, he always had something telling him that he was still alive. It taunted him, told him he couldn't rest. That he never could. No, sir! Not you, mother fucker. You've still got work to do. You've still got people to kill.
That's what told him he was alive. That's what kept him going.
His eyes flicked to follow her as she lept aside and onto those crates. She was slow. With or without the jacket on his back, he easily outclassed her in speed. Perhaps, though, a fight with the hindering article on would make the field even. Were she as weak as she was slow, that is. It was very possible that she was much stronger than she was fast. It happened among women periodically. Nothing wrong with it. Speed wasn't everything. It was just the only thing that mattered. "So skittish. What's the matter?" In quite a psychotic tone.
His pace picked up now, decidedly moving toward her, rather than past her. Once within range, Ryu's large left leg would whip with near top speed for the empty crates, crashing through them with more difficulty and pain than it ought to have. Damn jacket. Oh well, the effect would be the same as several of the crates were destroyed out from beneath the girl.
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Post by Vespyr on Dec 17, 2009 16:16:00 GMT -8
Vespyr's heart leapt as the foot came crashing through her perch, but her quick reflexes allowed her to land on her feet easily. Her eyes were still locked on the other's, unafraid. Vespyr knew what was coming and it was unavoidable. Unless he allowed her to leave, (which was the last thing she expected him to do) there was no escape and she was his to beat, rape, maim, kill, or whatever he intended on doing. Through the knowledge of this, her unwavering stare held an air of grim acceptance that was easy to see.
Fight back? Of course she would, but only after he made the first hit, if that was indeed his motive. Vespyr knew better than to start a fight with someone stronger; she had made that mistake too many times. So if he did decide to lay a less-than-gentle hand on her, there would be blood; not just hers, but his too. Vespyr would probably end up more wasted away than a war victim by the end of the night because she never backed down in a fight, even to the death, but the stranger would definitely have scars to show as well. Fleesh would be able to take care of himself if she didn't make it through. He was old enough.
"Only a fool wouldn't be skittish. I know what you are." she said with contempt, her eyes blazing with a tumultous inner light. "We share a common cause that concurrently makes us enemies. Therefore i must be wary of you."
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