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Post by Reverend (Dots) Teyfour on Sept 6, 2010 21:10:46 GMT -8
"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."
Dots was slightly taken back by the statement, in his mind the Militia was of such an organization great loyalty that it would never fall. The waves still cascading in the background pounded in beat with his slowed heart, as his feet continued with their timed pace he felt his lungs expand filling with the smoke poisoned air…
“w’ll……. I am sorry, you were truly h’ly men, but now I ask can remnants fight…….”
Dots had other means in this Question, for he had a target given to him by the man in the flames…., his Target was a Man he had only seen once but he knew that this man is what drove Dots to his wrongs….. as Dots mind envisioned this face, he felt his skin tighten in rage and the black mark on his arm spread even more…. His fist curled tighter around the still white hot cross in his hand…..
“There is a hum’n….” feeling his rage and sick laughter sneek in to his voice…. “From that…… THAT……. Prison……… that sick place they left me…… where the monster I became was born……. WHER……”
Getting cut off by a sudden fist flying toward his face, Dots instinctively reacted by catching the Fist in his gauntleted hand and pulling it behind him, he would then attempt to wrap his arms around the Attacking Gal, and steal a kiss, followed by a smugly spoken yet now calm word…
“spunky aye”
If Ves was still within his arms he would attempt to spank her will the hot cross most likely burning her”
Turning towards unfettered, who was now on the Ground.
“see It’s like the story of Frankenstein, I shall Destroy, he who created…. And I heed help”
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Post by Bastille Amtrum on Sept 7, 2010 14:28:22 GMT -8
Bastille listened to the convo, still clinging rather tightly to Unfettered. God she loved to make this man squirm. Although her eyes where covered, they could pick up the way his body reacted in completeness. However as soon as Vesper turned her punches on Dots, Bastille felt herself becoming bored with the situation. It also seemed, if her knowledge served her...they where talking about 'that' place. She had been there too, along with dots. Yes indeed, they where two in the same when it came to what happened there. However, unlike dots, Bastille wanted nothing to do with that place or any of its survivors. Besides, fighting was not exactly her favorite pass time anymore. After a time, it became boring and she began to only live to see the worlds play play out. But this was one scene she would really rather skip over. Ignoring the conversation she released herself from Unfettereds embrace at the girl friends stares. Even blindfolded she felt the vibe of angry, and yet that girl had stuck her hands into his ass packs...Bastille was confused as to why the girl had given her a look at all. It was not like Bastille was remotely romantically interested in Unfettered. No indeed, they where just old friends.
Bastille began to braid random braids into her hair, choosing not to speak or even look like she was even listening. No, instead she stood there nonchalantly ignoring the world, her bandages keeping her eyes from view. After a few seconds her hair began to bore her and she went on to flipping her cane around like a sword, making it more obvious this conversation was not amusing her highness. She still wanted to teach the little punk a lesson or two...but this Vesper....interested her. In many ways she saw herself in the little lass....indeed, interesting. In the end her face turned to watch the girl, while her hands moved to continuously flip and jab the cane.
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Post by Vespyr on Sept 11, 2010 19:41:06 GMT -8
Vespyr’s fist failed to hit its target and she felt herself lurch forward, smothered by a sudden kiss. She struggled, snarling, but the reeking mass of a man had her fist tightly in his grip and her other arm was pinned to her side as he wrapped his arms around her slender body. As she was gasping to regain her breath (while unable to due to the poignant stench that engulfed her), she felt the searing cross meet the base of her spine. It was only a half-second before the white hot metal had scorched through her jeans, causing Vespyr to screech in furious pain as the brand met her flesh. She writhed, growling savagely, beneath the cannibal’s grip, her eyes ablaze, burning with more rage than pain; the stinging of the burn was rather unpleasant—but her frustration at being trapped in Dots’ reeking arms again was something else entirely.
Having no other options, Vespyr jerked her knee upward between Dots’ legs and simultaneously fumbled around for her pocket with the hand that wasn’t being crushed by the gauntlet. She found it and slipped her hand in, withdrawing a dagger which she would then proceed to jab ferociously at the cannibal’s abdomen with as best she could with her limited mobility. She was, concisely, f***ing pissed.
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Hatred is gained as much by good works as by evil. -Niccolo Machiavelli[A1i:3] |
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Post by Gabriel Seran on Sept 11, 2010 20:09:59 GMT -8
It'd been the fire that'd attracted Gabriel's attention first off. Living on the beach himself just up the coast provided its many benefits and downsides, then again he didn't suspect a tsunami striking anytime soon. Though over the past some strange occurrence had indeed taken place what with the earthquake that'd resettled so many from #259 to #42. What a strange time that was. But one could not regret the turn in events since then.
The cool and collected tap of his fingers against the leather steering wheel of his Audi as the engine doubled in speed seconds around a winding turn propelling itself down the hill and into the region of the fire. While he wasn't their yet the man would pull the car into a slow speed so he could survey the scene. While he wasn't what he was but a few years ago he'd picked up a number of tricks that furthered his life expectancy. His thumb would play with the ring around his finger smiling gently. Granted there were those who depended on him, there had always been those. Now however it wasn't a game.
Starting up to full speed Gabriel initially started his reigning stop in the lot just across from the flaming inferno, fortunately enough at a time like this traffic was seldom seen aside from the escaping direction. Panic was a great endeavor for anarchy. The firm smile curling up into place as he marched across the street uncertain to what he might see. The gut feeling in his stomach urging him to turn back as it had so many times, but he remembered. All or naught.
"Long time no see."
He'd say from atop the sandbank looking down over a pyre of flames at the scene unfolding. From there he could see all party's involved. Bastille, Deta Teyfour, Vespyr, and yes "Unfettered" seems as though the old remnants of Militia as well as his inductees into Black Knights were here. The firm smile still settled onto his face endearing in the position.
Clearly thinking his way through Gabriel would drop on the sandbank sliding down, his right leg leading his descent to slow his speed before meeting the ground. A hand in his pocket while the other rested at his hip. First his gaze turning to Bastille with a small grin seeing as she'd been doing her preusual assortment of fanatical things, then to Deta and Vespyr, a smile alight on his features in the most demeaning way possible.
"I hope I'm not interruption anything....'Special'?" The trail of humor in his throat noting the anxiety on her face hoping to catch the edge of some chaos here just yet.
Lastly he'd return to Bastille and the man she hung round. "Unfettered" his gaze would linger there for a moment as he felt the urge to fight the man again rise beneath his subconscious thoughts before digressing once more concentrating on the nature of this meeting in itself.
With a small chuckle he'd relieve himself to turn towards the fiery inferno acknowledging its condition, tapered and destroyed to say the least. So this wasn't planned, merely as a friend would say "a bump" though on a much more dangerous level.
Curious.
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Post by "Unfettered" on Sept 16, 2010 3:38:26 GMT -8
OOC: Sorry for the delay. This is going to be a butcher's work... also, making "Green's" font dark green, when quoting Gabriel.Clearly. Where's The Rum? “w’ll……. I am sorry, you were truly h’ly men, but now I ask can remnants fight…….” For a while longer, as Bastille held a death grip over him, the German writhed futilely underneath for a moment longer before giving into defeat, focusing more on looking away---to Dots. With a smile. With a look that said... "Did you need to ask?"
There was still a story to tell, however. Dots obliged...“There is a hum’n….” “From that…… THAT……. Prison……… that sick place they left me…… where the monster I became was born……. WHER……” ...With lots of vague descriptions. The German stared stoically, as he'd nod for a moment---“spunky aye” Their actions were too fast for the German to see, nor was the angle proper enough for the German to see for himself. However, for whatever reason that Bastille decided to grace him, she'd loosed herself of him and the German sat up abruptly. Taking in a deep breath, he took a moment to calm himself, his uncertain mood taking second place to the fact that Vespyr was attempting to murder Dots right before their eyes. "Danke," he'd say a bit nonchalantly in Bastille's general direction as he slowly rolled himself to his knees and pushed himself up. Tai however was clearly enthralled in the background, while "Green" was covering his face in horror. "OH GAWD, OH GAWD, OH GAWD---"
"---YEAH! THAT'S F***ING RIGHT, LITTLE F***ING MISSY! YOU SHANK DAT' B***H! SHANK IT AND TWIST HIS F***ING LITTLE ASS OUT!"“see It’s like the story of Frankenstein, I shall Destroy, he who created…. And I heed help” As powerful of a story as it was that Dots was attempting to convey to the German, "Unfettered" could only sit and stare blankly at a scene that was clearly nothing short of hilarious and absolutely horrible. It was at this point that the German realized that perhaps he had become a little jaded.
A little.
Ooh, she almost had him there."Vell, help can be provided if you join---""Long time no see."Even more nonchalantly, the German waved his arm back at the overly familiar voice. Yet another person who had graduated. His look of stoic confusion remained as he continued to stare."I hope I'm not interruption anything....'Special'?""OOOOOHHH... HE LOOKS HAWT.""...Then f***ing whip out his wart-covered dick and bend your rainbow-ass over, f**got.""Tempting.~""..."
"You're really f***ing gay, you know that?"Tilting his head over to look away from the fight, "Unfettered" calmly looked over to Mr. Seran and then back to Vespyr. With a wave of his hand, he'd bow at her (distracted or no, more likely distracted to add to the hilarity), he nonchalantly beckoned his hand to Gabriel."Vell, Vespyr, these are many of my former compatriots. The man you're trying to kill was an ally from my old gang days. Obviously unorthodox as you've clearly met him before and know this---Erm."
"Zat is Bastille. Good vith a rapier. Didn't catch up vith her too much after the Correctional Facility incident. Never joined, but vas a good friend."
"Und... Mr. Seran, a man I've charged in the past with a leadership position who has held many interesting exploits. Given his car, he is stacked as all f*** and even owns his own corporation."
"Everyone, zis is Vespyr. She'z trying to kill Dots right now."Just as he'd finished with everyone's introductions, he looked away to the car that had just arrived. Marina had come back with hot dogs, buns, lighter fluid, wood, metal hangers, three kinds of beer, a bag of marshmallows, ketchup, mustard, chocolate, graham crackers, a box of 7-up, a box of Cola, a box of Root Beer...
Quietly, the German began helping her unload as she got the first package out. Tai in the meantime shook his head, yelled out a mandatory "C***-LICKERS, F***ING ALL OF YOU." and proceeded to grab pieces of wood that were still on fire, before throwing them on the ground. Green, however, had gotten really close to Bastille, hiding behind her, as he peaked at Gabriel, blushing.
And raging the hardest hard-on he'd had since that one time in the bar with...
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Post by Bastille Amtrum on Sept 16, 2010 11:19:27 GMT -8
((ooc; sorry have to skip you dots, but i have to say something now))
Bastille twitched. Just because she looked blind did not mean she couldnt tell when people where behind her. She also had grown quite adept to knowing when people where in a rather' happier' mood then usual. Her face turned into a harsh scowl,...then a smirk. She digested the situation in seconds. Although...someone who had eyes available probably already got that far.
"Get your happy dick away from me and go snog him already, it would provide entertainment for more then just you." She said nonchalantly.
Oh yes, she knew Gabriel has come the moment she heard those squeaky beautiful tires on the ground. Needless to say she was still trying to think how she had exactly wound up in this situation. She didn't have time to play 'high school reunion' right now. Besides, she was supposed to be gone..nothing but a mere breathe of a whisper. Yet here she stood, loud and clear. Without looking at Gabriel or even turning in his direction she finally gave him the dues he earned as her number one rival.
"Yo."
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