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Post by Reverend (Dots) Teyfour on Aug 17, 2010 23:44:58 GMT -8
As the thunder crashed…… drawing in its desperate breaths, seeming to moan of unbearable pains, the sea crashed its waves into the abandoned church on the beach. Forgotten, and slowly rotting its way to hell, the sacred walls of this forsaken temple groaned under the force of the waves. Its sorrow speech kept company of its last remaining Worshiper.
“O’ Holy god hear my Vow for I Be a servant of Truth”
He himself haven been forgotten by humanity, found solace in this hollowed hall.
“I carry the weight of a thousand deaths upon my shoulders yet I still stand”
Dressed in the unholy garb patched together of human flesh, he prayed. His knees pressed to the floor, drew for the shrill squeals of the aging building with every shift of weight.
“I have known the Glory of blood, and the flavor of preys fear”
As his hands slowly stretched his fingers, the gauntlets that adorned his hands cried like the forgotten hinges of a castle of old.
“I fear not death, for I have already walked through hell and shook hands with the Man in The Fire proving myself the man he could not defeat”
Tracing his fingers over the scar on his chest in the shape of a cross, he knew that his hands must draw the blood of those who belong to the Man in The Fire, for him to torment. For he Was PwoRo, the Iron Wolf, He was……
“This Be for I Am Dots…. Dots Grand, born of the four seal my claws shall draw forth thy river, like reapers of old, and gods of death, I see the sins of man and I am Retribution…. Amen”
Standing from his kneeled positions the chains that bound his body Rattled like the angry hiss of a snake, yet there where there to confine him…… what the architect of Dots’ demise did not realize… is that Dots was only there by his own will.
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Post by Bastille Amtrum on Aug 18, 2010 0:43:35 GMT -8
"So you are back as well...." A voice rang out in the cool night. She had come back..and yet she knew not why. Years abroad had made time seem to race by. It had been a long time since she had set foot in this city...perhaps she was here to visit her god parents and settle down? Or maybe she deeply longed for the days of fighting and smoking cigarettes whenever she pleased. But that was all to be thought about later. Stepping into the view of the old enemy, a smirk slid onto her features.
Long hair covered her back, silver- almost white in the moonlight and she wore a rather simple looking outfit compared to what she used to wear. A Chinese traditional dress, and a pair of long leggings with flats. Very simple. However, what as not so simple was the fact that 95 % of her body was wrapped in bandages. Her eyes even, where obscured from view by bandages. They seemed to be freshly applied. Using a cane to walk she found her way a few more steps towards Dots. Smirking in his direction, it wasn't obvious if she was blind or not.
"I wonder should I be worried that fate seems to have brought us all back here.....or more worried by the fact you where just talking to god?"
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Post by Vespyr on Aug 18, 2010 0:44:18 GMT -8
Vespyr’s boots sank slightly in the sand with each step she took beneath the moonlight. On this night, the sky and the sea had become massive, furious, bellowing beasts with locked horns. A stroke of lightning pierced the air, casting Vespyr’s black shadow far across the white sand. But only for a moment. Her face—her cold amethyst eyes, her lips, the colour of murder, all manifested in that single second and then disappeared into darkness. The sea and the thunder clashed once more.
Looming ahead of her in the darkness was a building. She had seen its shadow from afar and in the moment of blinding light, saw it crouching there helplessly. It was old, gnarled, and dark, and Vespyr was curious. She was ten meters away from the seemingly abandoned thing when suddenly, and impassioned voice cried out from the inside. She stopped in her tracks, frozen as the thunder and the waves continued to grind each other with their roaring. So… it was not abandoned.
Even more silent than silence, Vespyr made her way closer… until she stood beside the open doorway, peering in curiously. The stench of something rancid hit her, stronger than the waves that were beating the shore. A familiar stench.
Vespyr held her breath and narrowed her eyes, focusing on the figure in the darkness. It was… without a doubt…
It was him.
She turned away from the doorway, leaning against the outside of the building, facing the sea with wrath smoldering in her eyes. Out of all the many people whom she despised… she despised him with a particular vehemence. Her hand slipped into her pocket, and after several seconds withdrew several packs of matches.
Being made of old, splintering wood, the building caught fire easily. Within a minute, Vespyr had surrounded it with the embryos of a great fire, lighting a match every several feet. Soon, there would be a new roar in the air; the crackling roar of flames and smoke, and perhaps… the screams of Dots.
Vespyr stood a few meters from the doorway, arms crossed, glaring in at her old foe. Flames had begun to dance in her smoldering eyes.
ooc: Sorry... it's shitty. I've got a terrible headache.
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Post by Reverend (Dots) Teyfour on Aug 18, 2010 12:05:44 GMT -8
"I wonder should I be worried that fate seems to have brought us all back here.....or more worried by the fact you where just talking to god?"
Dots was amused, he felt the dormant blood in his veins begin to move once again. Slowly turning toward the old “friend” the boards of the old hall screamed under his weighted boots. Smiling that signature Smile, bleeding of hunger, and promising false security, Dots felt the oh so familiar rush of hunt.
“BASSIE!!!!!!, es so nice to see you…….. o’ well…… anyone in that matter……. And Fate is a Fickle thing my….. friend…… but Fate is kind…. Oh and don’t worry all can talk to God…… only God chooses a few to reply to……”
Approaching the bandaged girl, Dots’ left arm began to shift from a somewhat normal skin tone, to his unnatural pitch black skin, with those small translucent white Dots running up to the shoulder. As he reached a few feet from Bassie, the chain fastened around his neck met the end of its slack in a shrieking sound of metal straining against metal…….. Even though he wished to feast upon this one, he knew she was not worthy of the Fate of Fighting the Man in the fire…….
Kneeling and extending a hand in a mockly gentlemanly way. Dots was truly happy to see this lady….. he felt that maybe she could see his light…..
“M’lady you no longer look at a sick man……. My insanity drove me to death, or at least a glimpse at it…. I was sentenced to death by the electric chair…… and as they flipped that lever to open the gates to hell…. I met the Man in the fire, I had never met a more worthy adversary…. after what seemed like a eternity of struggle I finally won….. and with this…. This ……… triumph…… I awoke laying on an autopsy table…. Whats funny is that the priest who was blessing my body, was so shocked he announced I was possessed and wack’d me ova the fuuuu……… head with a lamp…………so next thing I knew I was here chained to the cross……. But see now I know what I must do, The Man in the fire punishes those who deserve hell, I am the delivery service………”
The sense of humor Dots was portraying was slowly being replaced by rage…. He felt the drum beat of his heart pulsing through his temples. He was repulsed by humanity…. And now knowing a cause to eliminated what discussed him he had nothing to stand in his way.
Rising to his feet and throwing his weight forward causing the shackle around his neck to shout in strain….
“TELL ME THAT THOSE SICK SCREWED UP PEOPLE YOU CALL HUM’N DON’T DISCUST YOU….. THERE RAPE….. BETREYAL…….. LIES……………..”
As Dots was consumed by his anger, he did notice that what sounded like the fury of the angry see was actually a burning portion of the ceiling falling to the ground behind him. Splintering into a pile of smoldering mass, this was a sign that the building was coming down.
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Post by Bastille Amtrum on Aug 18, 2010 21:56:25 GMT -8
He came closer, turned...acknowledged her. Spoke to her. Yes he was real, this entire situation was no longer accountable as fiction. She found herself standing rather still, unafraid of death or even being eaten alive. She had been blown up by a train, and left to heal herself in the desert for three days...indeed, nothing could be worse then that. But that was a story for another time. Her eyes remained wrapped, unable to see the colors change on the mans skin. Unable to tell anything about his mood...only that we was suddenly close to her...suddenly angry.
His gentlemanly manner seemed to amuse her as her smirk grew louder and she listened. Taking note, she felt as if a third person was there, however without her eye site she could not tell more then just a plain hunch. Her attention was quickly changed back to the present company. His story was intriguing, not one she heard often....but granted, she heard a lot of new ones. Heaven and Hell where the two things she had never given up on in life. She was certain both existed- she had experienced both. His words grew hotter, more fueled by blood thirsty passion. She wanted to retort 'what had he been smoking' but she felt the humor slip from her. She lifted a hand and pressed a hand onto what she guessed was Dots head. If he wanted to bite her...she wouldn't exactly be in condition to stop him however, she agreed with his words.
"Aye, but that would be Adams fault wouldn't it? He ate the stupid apple remember....or was it Eves for handing it to him? Honestly, there is no fun if the sicko's don't exist to keep my gun from getting dusty."
She retorted bluntly. She pulled back her hand and rested it on her cane again. She could hear the sounds of chains, and recalled he had said something about being chained to a cross. Something about a priest too. How quaint...definitely not a situation she ran into often. It was too bad she couldn't recall, she had been busy feeling like someone was behind her. Letting out a sigh she sat down on a church pew gently and looked in his direction, although slightly off.
"So do you want out of those? Or are we going to sit here as the building falls apart and we all burn to death?"
She seemed rather calm about the fact that even she had not lost her ability to hear when a building was about to collapse.
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Post by "Unfettered" on Aug 18, 2010 23:03:08 GMT -8
Someone Had To Do It So.
Tai was busy trying to get the would-be "Remnants" to a hangout. Rogers was up for it and was bent on trying to get the ladies drunk. Dora wasn't putting up with that shit and had decided that it was a night better spent cleaning up her apartment and organizing her... things. "Teal" was out of town getting new products. "Shaggy" was too busy getting "Scooby" into suits and was testing out some new jingles at home... and would later say that the party scene wasn't really his thing anyways. Marina would only go if "Unfettered" was going and likewise "Green." At the last minute, Roger Summers who had been the one to plan, prepare, and set up the hangout-turned-party with Tai had gotten overzealous and had drunk himself into a stupid stupor... so Lauren Dale was busy looking out for him tonight.
That had been half an hour ago.
"Unfettered" had been more or less convinced to come, if only to be the D.D. (Designated Driver) and was wearing his typical white t-shirt, blue jeans, brown belt, black Nike sneakers, and his trademark Nazi-eyepatch. Sitting next to him was the rather responsible and mature Marina with a map of the beaches of Long Beach where they might find a vacated building. Leaning precariously close to "Unfettered" in the driver's seat, her hazel eyes glazing over both the map and the German, she smiled, while talking to "Unfettered" what could only be summarized to be a location she had found. She was wearing a nice khaki, sleeveless jacket with a black shirt underneath, with matching jeans and sneakers on to boot.
In the back seats, Tai was wearing a camouflage wifebeater, hands slamming into the ceiling of the S.U.V., his inaudible "whoops" apparent from the constant gnashing of his teeth from behind the glass windows of the S.U.V. For whatever reason (most likely that of being an asshole), Tai was wearing M.C. hammer shorts that shimmered in the reflections of the S.U.V.'s windows, stains evident of the few drinks that Tai already had just prior to getting into the car himself. Sitting beside him was "Green" who was busy either trying to hug or hold Tai down, shouting with a pleading look at the two sitting at the helm of the S.U.V., wrinkles forming on his purple long-sleeve shirt, as his black Dickies had already earned a tear from Tai's roughhousing.
It might have sounded something like this:"So... ver am I going?""Mm... I think right about here. That---""LET'S F***ING WASTE THAT CHURCH OVER YOU, YOU P***IES! COME ON!"
"FETTYYYY!!! MARI!!! HELP MEEEEEEE!!!" "No, ve're not tearing up a ocean-side churc---""F***ING P***Y. DOITDOITDOITDOIT. DO IT, F**GOT. COME ON, F**GOT."
"HEYYYYY... He's a f**got too?~" "...Green... no...""But he's..."
"COME ON, P***Y B***H, YA' FILTHY DESPOT, OVERGROWN NAZI-PATCH KIDS---" "OKAY, VE'RE GOING, VE'RE GOING."* * * * * * * * * * * * * There was dead silence, as the S.U.V. silently pulled to a stop in front of what appeared to be a f***ing burning church. The ordinarily ornery Tai was amongst the four as they all gaped from inside the S.U.V. at what was going on. Small silent hand movements were made and "Unfettered" made his way out of the car, leaving the keys with Marina, who had rolled the windows down on the driver's side. She was already prepping to go, in case "Unfettered" gave the word, but there was already a look of concern as "Unfettered" walked away from the vehicle towards the building.
...Towards the entrance of the church, to the back of a very familiar..."...Eh?..."Just five feet away, seeing if he could recognize--- "Um... vat ze hell ist going on?"
"Vespyr?"Granted, this was a shot in the dark. If he had guessed wrong (which he was double-guessing himself on), he was getting ready to feel fully embarrassed and prepping an apologetic note.
---The German had seemingly not noticed the people on the inside.
Or had he and...
...Or did he not and...?
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---"WHAT THE F***'S GOING ON!?"
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Post by Vespyr on Aug 18, 2010 23:40:58 GMT -8
The voices inside continued as if they took no notice of their dire circumstances. It was almost laughable; but Vespyr remained silent, her visage grave and unforgiving. She hadn’t been aware that there was someone else inside other than Dots—but it didn’t matter anyhow. She could care less about the possible loss of life resulting from her vengeful actions. Such was her attitude with everything else… no matter who, or for what, she valued their lives very little. People were expendable.
Vespyr’s head whipped around to the right upon hearing the sound of an approaching vehicle, narrowing her eyes as the headlights panned across the shoreline. Police?
…No.
The headlights died, and the door slammed.
What…
“Vespyr?”
“Unfettered.” She said nothing for a few moments, simply staring at the German with mute surprise and curiosity. She certainly hadn’t expected to see him here… but then again; she hadn’t expected to see Dots here either. Some nights were just full of surprises, weren’t they?
The flames in her eyes resumed their devilish dance as the corners of her lips upturned into a faint, but welcoming smile. Without answering his question, (for there was not much to say on the matter; and it might have sounded odd to mention something like “Just setting my old foes aflame. You know... the usual.”) She turned her attention back to the pyre containing the aforesaid enemy. The hands that had been folded across her chest sank into their respective pockets. It was only a matter of time before the beast Dots came bursting out of the building, possibly with the intent to pummel and eat whoever had interrupted his strange religious practices—in which case, he would have a surprise of his own to gawk at.
But that could wait. Speaking nonchalantly, she turned back to “Unfettered”; seeming as if it were a radiant sunset she had been gazing at instead of a church on fire.
“Fancy seeing you here. What brings you to the beach at this hour?”
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Post by Reverend (Dots) Teyfour on Aug 26, 2010 22:31:57 GMT -8
(ooc: so sorry guys ive been a bit out of it)
He felt no worry as the roaring destruction around him was leading to desolation. The embers in front of his face fazed him not. Slowly inhaling, searing flesh from within his lungs, Dots felt……. Tranquility…. Tranquility brought from rage……
"So do you want out of those? Or are we going to sit here as the building falls apart and we all burn to death?"
Taking a step towards the cross, giving the chain some slack, Dots let a familiar grin find its way back to his face…. He felt the Beat of his heart like some sort of sick laughter……. Pounding and howling…… He may have found what he believed to be the truth behind himself, his reason for being, however he has not forgotten what he is….
Clenching the chains between his armor covered fingers, he swiftly ripped them to the side, shattering the links intertwined in his Claws…. The shearing metal screamed of death, and as the clanged to the ground. Dots walked up to the altar. Resting behind the alter was an old wooden chest or now the smoldering wreckage of one. In its dancing ashes was a Cross made of Iron and a bible…. This bible…. (ooc @ Mike: is the bessst Bible!) has tasted blood, its pages…. stained…… its heart being that of many, its binding acting as the veins to heaven….. or to hell….
Grasping both in his hands, not feeling the heat rising off the white hot cross, nor feeling the bibles cover buckle under his strength…… he was focused, his sense of smell enhanced by the sinners of that….. prison…… The grin which had been upon his face faded as swiftly as it had came .
“come now Bassie I smell an old friend…….. and icy old friend”
Pacing his footsteps to the slowed drumbeat of his heart, the Walls and Ceiling Howling under stress, Dots approached the smoldering doors of the church, their intricate artistry lost in the dance of the fire, smoke and ash. Pressing the glowing cross against the door, Dots activated the sonic boom, and with a scream of wood scraping against wood the doors no longer stood in his way.
Standing In the Opening Flames licking at his Coat, He let that signature grin consume his face.
“O’be all ye Faithfull, tis been to long”
Walking toward Unfettered, Dots Struggled to suppress his demonic laugh, the sand shifting from below his feet as if to sulk in fear. As he passed Vesper he would attempt to make a small joking spank with the white hot cross, possibly burning an imprint of itself…..
Now facing unfettered, Dots extended the singed bible, clutched in his left gauntlet…….
“Comrade….. Mr. Winters, have you heard the Gooooood News,”
Finally letting the Laughter sneak into his speech, he continued….
“it’s been waaayyy to long m’lad, how be this side of hell treating you, it’s wonderful on the other side”
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Post by Bastille Amtrum on Aug 26, 2010 23:14:50 GMT -8
((ooc; going to be short----sorry))
She had waited. Watch him with her ears and feet. The pulse of the screeching church didn't even make her budge. Although like any normal human body that voice telling her to run was still there. She was just excellent at ignoring it. Gripping her walking stick she felt the sheath of the sword at her side. He would not try to kill her. Nope, he walked away. He rambled...she listened. Although to be honest, following his thought process was a bit out of her comprehension level. Well...only because she wanted it to be. As he grabbed the book her hand began to message the top of her cane, her fingers aching. She could sense it suddenly. Ah, dots was right. Her head turned over her shoulder and she could lightly hear his voice around the flames.....faint...almost recognizable. But it was there. Nazi was here...how quaint. And he brought a couple friends...seemed a girl was among them. Had the man finally found a girl friend? Bastille smirked. The ends of her hair began to singed as she flames licked her legs. Slowly she found her reason to leave. Then- the boom.
Dots was out the door and speaking before she could. Bastille emerged from the debris at top speed (95) and found herself attempting (trying not to god mod here) to put her blade around the girl (vespers) throat. Having withdrawn it, he body stayed behind her, not touching her at all. Had the girl fast enough reflexes she might have dodged the situation. If that was the case Bastille would still quickly have her blade somewhere near the girls throat. She did not take kindly to people trying to burn her. Her body stayed poised like a fencer and her cane seems to be in her other hand as i a second sword. From the boom, Bastille had managed to save most of her clothing, although the singe marks where visible at her leg bandages and her arms. Some holes were in her clothing. Her bandages around her eyes had loosened, falling slightly to show only the tiniest sliver of her face underneath. One would probably only be able to pick up the blood red color that lay behind it. However not much else could be seen. Bastille held her grip fast on the blade, obviously glaring at the other girl.
"Haven't you heard you 'gagging' dimwit-......burning went out of style about a century ago."
She lifted her lips in a smirk.
"It's bloody uncreative"
She would look up quickly towards unfettered and the rest of the crew, although she did not acknowledge them. She was busy trying to kill someone.
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Post by Vespyr on Aug 28, 2010 22:55:18 GMT -8
Violet eyes flicked back to the flames, an ominous silhouette having appeared. Violet eyes narrowed, the serpent of loathing having writhed once more in her chest, lashing its sharp tongue as the man in the flesh coat strode confidently toward them.
Vespyr was neither surprised nor concerned that he had escaped the fire. She hadn’t expected for him to burn alive, though she would have liked him to. She also hadn’t expected “Unfettered” to show up, and therefore didn’t expect to still be here when Dots emerged from the flames—and though she wasn’t expecting the jab at her ass with the scalding object, she was out of the way quickly enough and was glaring at him silently at a safe distance, her back now to the flames.
Another thing she hadn’t expected was someone else to emerge (rather quickly) after him, so she was taken slightly by surprise when she felt a sudden presence behind her and the sound of swiftly moving feet. Instead of whirling around completely, however, Vespyr stepped only with her left foot so that Dots was now at her right and the unknown female at her left; turning around completely would have left her possibly vulnerable to another attack by the former, which she would not let herself make the mistake of letting happen. She had already miscalculated the situation enough, obviously—pointed dangerously at her throat was a blade, held at arm’s reach by a rather strange-looking female.
Violet eyes were rooted to the place where the girl’s eyes would have been if not for the bandages. One eye glinted in the scathing firelight and the other, cast in black shadow, was placid and glowing with an inner light that danced eerily in the silent depths of her unwavering glare; without a trace of distress or unease, her eyes were the intense eyes of a focused yet patient tiger. Her face remained a mask but deep in her stomach she snarled because she had let her guard down for a mere half-second and now she stood at one end of a rigid faceoff. It shouldn’t have happened at all, but now that it had she had no choice but to face her aggressor with an icy disposition and a heated inner discourse.
She had many options at this point—dodge, run, counterattack, move closer to the blade and make the girl’s job a lot easier—but she chose to do nothing. Absolutely nothing but stand there with the girl’s blade at her neck, glaring at her out of the corner of her eye, almost waiting for her to do something about it. (Meanwhile, she would still see the two males in her peripheral vision if they moved at all, which she expected of Dots since his previous attack at her had been a miss.)
"Haven't you heard you 'gagging' dimwit-......burning went out of style about a century ago. It’s bloody uncreative.”
Vespyr was silent for a few moments as the girl smirked, her eyes remaining unresponsive and the corners of her blood-coloured lips undisturbed;
Then, her lips slowly parting, she muttered with indignance: “Still seems like plenty of fun to me.”
If she felt the edge of the blade glance the sensitive flesh of her throat, she would react with practiced agility in an appropriate manner, whether it resulted in her being wounded or not. It wasn’t being wounded that she was scared of—there wasn’t anything she was scared of, to be more precise. She had stared into the face of death before so that his blood had chilled and he had wondered what sort of creature she had been that had startled him so with her placid madness and intrepid demeanor. She had stared as death before so that the face beneath her blade had been taken with such a terror that it was incapable of fathoming their own impending doom. She had stared into death’s eyes through death’s eyes, so she had realized that there was nothing to fear; nothing to fear but fear itself.
She turned her gaze to “Unfettered”, while still prepared for an attack from either flank.
“You know these two?”
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Post by "Unfettered" on Sept 1, 2010 1:03:31 GMT -8
Playing The "Straight Man" There was a blustering whirlwind of things going on. There was shouting from the car, a burning church in front of them... and "Unfettered" standing rather calmly next to Vespyr. Finally deciding to open the door, Marina strode on out in a rather calm huff."I'll get them, sir---""---Vait."Now Marina actually did stare at "Unfettered" with a look of disbelief as well as his new-found compatriot, still not recognizing her due to ignorance of her position."What does she---""Vice Commander."She stood there, stunned, as "Green" was busy hefting Tai's arm around his shoulders, walking out..."Heyyyyyy... what's going ooooooon?---" ---Of course, at this point, a series of lightning-fast action and dialogue blurred on past the both of them, instantly surrounding Vespyr in an instant, "Unfettered" taking a step back with his eye wide and his head looking around abruptly.“O’be all ye Faithfull, tis been to long” “Comrade….. Mr. Winters, have you heard the Gooooood News,” “it’s been waaayyy to long m’lad, how be this side of hell treating you, it’s wonderful on the other side” "Haven't you heard you 'gagging' dimwit-......burning went out of style about a century ago. It’s bloody uncreative.” “Still seems like plenty of fun to me.”OOC: Credit To Squee For Picture. =D!? ...A WHIRLWIND OF MOTHERF***ING "WTF" was COMPLETELY warranted at the insane speed of how everything happened. All that the German knew as he stood with MOTHERF***ING DOTS standing right next to him after WHO KNOWS HOW F***ING LONG as well as the familiar poise and roughness of MOTHERF***ING BASTILLE holding a knife to Vespyr's neck from WHO THE F*** KNOWS WHERE... where familiarity, closeness, and nostalgia tore at everyone's necks.[/runonsentence]“You know these two?”"Unfettered" just stared. Twitching.
It took a moment for Marina to realize this, who (with a skillful retract-and-thrust of her elbow) punched the German in the gut, a motherly-but-annoyed look on her face. Tai just stared as "Green" dragged him over to stand on the opposite side of Dots from "Unfettered"---before inhaling too much and dragging Tai at full speed to stand next to Bastille.
"Unfettered" by this time was already walking around, staring back uncertainly at Dots, before abruptly shooting his right hand to grab the blade. The German wouldn't grab the blade hard enough to try to pull it away, but enough to sink the blade into his hand."Ja.~"Shooting a "you were inside that building? WHY!?" look at Dots, before replying with a "Ja, er, um..."
Hand bleeding."...Ven did you become religious?"More confusion as the his three compatriots, reading into "Unfettered's" behavior, slowly became more alert (Tai was even standing on his own, hands in his pockets, staring warily at Bastille with "Green" while poor Marina stood vigilantly next to the fumes of "Dots'" rotting coat with the most stoic look on her face, hands at the ready.
"Unfettered" himself, however, had already regained his composure and his cool, as his hand would tighten on the blade to the point that if Bastille pulled out forcibly... she might cut off "Unfettered's" fingers.
A gamble.
The German smiled."I razzer like these fingerz..."...The German's eye flashed red with a hint of him.
His smile became more menacing, in spite of past friendliness with Fraulein Red Eyes..."...However, I zink I like my compatriot more."
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Post by Reverend (Dots) Teyfour on Sept 1, 2010 20:11:04 GMT -8
Laughing just ever so slightly, Dots was amused to see that Mr. Winters was still the same man he respected… Watching the old friend tighten his hand around Bassie blade, Dots responded with that ever so familiar laugh sneeking in to his speech
W’ll my good Friend Religion seemed to find me, some hum’n tax payers decided to pay for my round trip to hell, So when I returned some stupid priest thought I was possessed and he… gave me this church…..”
Letting the smile creep on to face, he began to pace around Mr. Winters and the murderous Bassie…. The toes of his boots sinking into the sand with each step, he felt tranquility from the sounds of the crackling fire and the crash of the great sea….
“so what ever happened to the Militia”
Dots knew that an army such as a militia would bring him closer to those he Teach the lesions of pain, to the True sinners… Dots hearts perpetual beat seemed to slow for just a second….. To him….. the face in the flames…..
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Post by Bastille Amtrum on Sept 1, 2010 23:51:01 GMT -8
She watched as Unfettered grabbed her blade. Finally acknowledging his presence she wiped her blade back and sheathed it. She let a smirk form on her lips. Readjusting her bandages around her eyes and then patting herself down to make sure she was presentable. Then without warning - disregarding the fact dots was talking- she jumped Unfettered with an monstrously large glomp. She laughs light heartily as she did so smiling.
"Unfettered, it's been too long. Oi oi, you still can do that ice trick right?"
She was just reveling in being around him, hanging on him as tightly as she could. It was obvious Bastille held no fear about any of these people. Or perhaps it was she didn't fear death.
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Post by Vespyr on Sept 2, 2010 0:45:37 GMT -8
While the rest of the German’s friends joined the awkward congregation, Vespyr’s gaze remained gravely still, focused on “Unfettered”, uncertain of his exact relation or stance toward most of the group that surrounded her. It would appear that they all knew each other rather well… which made Vespyr feel like somewhat of an outsider, but she wasn’t bothered by it; she felt more comfortable being the outsider than she did being part of a group.
The German had stepped forward, his hand closing around the dagger that was threateningly aimed at Vespyr’s throat. Taking a small step backward to be out of the way, the girl’s eyes widened in slight shock as they flitted between the German’s bleeding hand and his eyes, which for a moment, seemed to flicker eerily. Once again, Vespyr noticed a subtle change in his voice—the same ominous, yet barely detectable shift in his tone that she had noticed on the day they first met. The darkness seemed to flicker in his eyes. She stared, gripped by the strange occurrence for but a moment before the other girl sheathed the blade and grinned, at which point Vespyr’s gaze drifted across to the rest of the group.
Yes… she was definitely a stranger here. Glancing sideways at the creeping Dots, her violet gaze darkened in disdain. As much as she would have liked to take the branding stick and shove it down his throat, she remained stoic and emotionless where she stood, knowing that it just wouldn’t end well.
She glanced back to her left where the other girl was now clinging to “Unfettered” quite affectionately. The corner of Vespyr’s lips twitched involuntarily at the sight, and she turned her gaze further, back to the church that was now completely engulfed in savage flames, looking about ready to collapse completely…
The stench of rotted flesh and sound of crunching sand behind her urged Vespyr into a sudden furious outburst in which she whirled around, fist tightened, attempting to land a swift punch to the cannibal’s jaw.
“Will you cut that out, you ass?!”
Yes, she would most likely have reason to regret it. No, she didn’t likely give a f*** at the moment.
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Post by "Unfettered" on Sept 6, 2010 3:59:45 GMT -8
RAMPANT BI-POLAR DISORDERS! EVERYONE! =D=!? "Green" had on an absolutely petrified look on his face, cringing at the sight of "Unfettered's" hand, his own hands wrapped closely in his mouth as he choked back a few feminine stifles. Marina wide, crackling eyes, bit tongue, and strong hug against her stomach beheld a horrified 'if this b**** so much as lops off a finger, so help me God...'-type emotive. The only one who seemed to be laughing at the boy's self-plight was Tai, who for all intents and purposes (while still a bit drunk was more or less egging on terrible things, hands cupped over his mouth as he arched himself towards the two of them."GROW SOME BALLS, F**GOT! LET GO OF THE F***ING KNIFE YOU P***Y! HEY, LONG-HAIRED B***H, YOU SHOULD TOTALLY F***ING CUT OFF THAT FAGGOT'S FINGERS, IT'LL BE F***ING HILARIOUS! DO IT! DO IT! DO IT! DO IT FAGGOT!---""W’ll my good Friend Religion seemed to find me, some hum’n tax payers decided to pay for my round trip to hell, So when I returned some stupid priest thought I was possessed and he… gave me this church…..” Drips of blood seeped from the fresh wound of "Unfettered's" hand as he quietly bit the side of his tongue in his smile. Meanwhile, in the back of his head was the resounding bouncing of 'OWOWOWOWOWOWOWOWOWOWOWOWOWOWOWOWOW...' to which the German repressed delightfully, with even a possible, clique twinkle of his eye (which could easily be mistaken for a tear--->_x)."Vell, I am very delighted to see that... you're alright, considering...---though, I suppose there will be a need for some drastic refurnishing after all of this is done with for your church..." focusing his entire thought-process on what he was saying as opposed to the nagging fear of the possibility of his fingers getting sliced off if he didn't. Let. Go. This. Instant. That, and Tai's incessant caws were not helping. In another situation (probably in the future, looking back), he'd say that Tai was making a perfectly hilarious asshole of himself, but being the victim at the present... the German wasn't quite feeling it.“so what ever happened to the Militia” At this, however, regardless of his hand, the German with an ounce of control and an ounce of composure smiled."Militia iz dead. I know little of what happened when everyone else had transferred to Public High School #42, but it had seemingly died during that time. Ve are only 'Remnants' now."...There was a touch of bitterness in his voice as he looked at Dots... and then Bastille. The insinuation, however, could easily just be in the immediate discomfort and pain he was in, recalling the bad memory in general, or... he was actually a little P.O.'d at the two of them (though this would extend to beyond just these two).
It had taken a while to redirect Bastille's rage, but by this time, she had finally bothered to give him a little recognition. With a slight release (which only seared with a "OHGODOHGODOHGODOHGOD" feeling in his hand at the BLEEDING, OPEN WOUND," he let Bastille pull back her blade without removing so much as a digit. Satisfied that (at least for now) Frau Red Eyes had at least stopped being hostile, he loosely let his profusely bleeding hand rest with a twitch at his side.
Sadly, more then anything physical, there was only an annoyance, as he eyed Bastille adjust herself and her bandages. Annoyance for a number of reasons."So glad zat---"And then, she glomped him with a light but hearty laugh and smiles."Unfettered, it's been too long. Oi oi, you still can do that ice trick right?" 'OHGODSANDISGETTINGINMYWOUNDS.'
Still favoring his right hand, the German had... completely and totally fallen backwards, his left hand wrapping around the confusing girl out of instinct (if only for benefit of her safety). His knees still crumpled up, his eye large, whatever annoyance he had with her at the moment was easily shattered, stopped, halted, frozen... It had been the most physical anyone had ever really gotten with him outside of spars in a long, long time."..J-Ja. Ja, it has been," at a loss of where to look, settling for looking to the side, trying to still feel his preconceived irritation."Nein... the 'ice trick' iz... um, very difficult to do, these dayz."...And wondering how the mood had changed so easily in an instant.
Speaking of "an instant":“Will you cut that out, you ass?!” ...And with it, an attempted swing from Vespyr to Dots. The German had turned his head to the right angle at the right moment, to catch it. Regardless of the outcome, he was still more or less pinned onto the ground by an ever-increasingly fuming Marina, a red-faced "Green." Tai was busy literally shoving two fingers into his mouth to throw up into the sand before staring with a casual wipe to his mouth at the growing conflict that was or was not about to start. "Marina... if you could, please take ze car und go get some marshmellowz, chocolatez, graham crackerz... and whatever else you zink ve need. I'll pay you back later," the German said, with little influence of the conflict on his own sudden train of thought.
Marina was staring at "Unfettered" strangely, her lips twisted into an uncertain look."Might as vell throw a bonfire."She continued to stare, before going over to "Unfettered" (glad that Dots was moving around and giving her a chance to breathe) before crouching down to the German. Reaching into the German's pocket with a delicate thrust of her hand, she groped (platonically) until she found heard a jingle. Taking a moment to stare at Bastille, Marina slowly drew the keys out of "Unfettered's" pocket before standing up with a whip-like motion."...Play nice.~"It felt more like a threat. Even more ominous was the uncertainty of to whom it was directed to, while Marina stalked off away from the potentially impending scuffle and getting into the vehicle, before driving away. Meanwhile, "Green" was still trying to replay the (in his mind) sensual way in which someone reached inside of "Unfettered's" pants... with a slight drool."...Marina's so luckyyyyyy..." "Shut up, f**got.""YOU'RE AN ASSHOLE!" Cue the appropriate pouty face with an overly amused smile from the other.
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