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Post by Costa 2.0 on Jun 13, 2008 19:29:15 GMT -5
[glow=red,2,300]Costa RP's presents[/glow] The sound of falling rain echos through the allyway as Kywulf walks slowly, his robe becoming heavy from the rain. His hair is sopping wet and some of it covers his eyes as he continues down the dark and errie ally. Lightning lights up the sky for a split second before it is followed by the sound of rumbiling thunder. Kywulf's eyes dart from side to side, looking for any threat. He looks up and sees a fellow death dealer walking on the roof a building that sides the allyway, there weapon drawn. Kywulf gives him the signal to ease a little before turning his attention back to the darkness that enshroudes the end of the allyway. Suddenly, Kywulf's ears pick up a soft but audiable sound. He stop imediatley and signals the two Death Dealers that are following behind him to stop. "Somethings up" he whispers as he takes out his dual Desert Eagles from his robes and begins to scan the allyway.
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Post by .Merios on Jun 13, 2008 22:39:12 GMT -5
Oliver had his fists clenched. He could smell them from a mile away. Vampires. Useless, vile creatures- not worthy of the curse that was thrown upon them. He had been out getting a slice of pizza when they showed up. He wasn't even on a hunt- but it seemed the prey would come to him. He was wearing a short black t-shirt and black jeans. The cloth was pulled tight around his right thigh where his pistol harness was, and his sheath for his sword was around his back, the handle sticking up ever so slightly over his back. His semi-long leather jacket was next to him, on the bench, as he took a bite of his food. He knew they were coming, but he couldn't quite pinpoint their location. He was ready for anything though. He took another large bite, mulling over the stench of the approaching death dealers.
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Post by Mikey on Jun 14, 2008 2:25:42 GMT -5
Ash was on his knees, having a small "snack" in the form of a street mugger. He had happened upon the man robbing a woman in a back alley, and it was something he just couldnt stand for. A quick jab had broken the mans neck, and he was on the man before he dropped to the ground. The woman was long gone.
His head snapped up as he sniffed the air. Even with the rain, he could smell something. A vile stink.
"Lycan..." He wispered.
Dropping the man to the ground, he ran the side of his hand over his mouth. He looked at the blood on his hand and licked it. He scanned the alley and found what he wanted. Jumping up with his powerful legs, he reached the fire escape. He jumped and grabbed the railings to each floor, vaulting himself up until he eventually got to the roof.
On the roof, he looked around and saw off in the distance his comrades. He jumped from rooftop to rooftop until he was close to his fellow Death Dealers.
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Post by LTI on Jun 14, 2008 3:18:34 GMT -5
Constantine finally found his young(er) relative (great times some high number grandson) feasting upon a piece of pizza. Constantine, himself had eaten some earlier that week. He snuck up right next to Oliver and folded his arms and staring, as he had smelled the vamps too. "I'm scared Oli! What if there's too many of them?" Constantine followed the question up with a sick, low chuckle. He removed his sweat jacket and his jeans, revealing gym shorts underneath. "I'm really running out of pants. And yeah, I smelled 'em too." He drew his pistol and flashed a toothy grin as he looked around for the death dealers. What a thorn in his side they were, always trying to kill him and all that crap. Of course he took a great amount of enjoyment in killing them. Hopefully he'd get that chance.
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Post by Biohazardous. on Jun 14, 2008 8:15:08 GMT -5
Danika was sat in a seat outside a café despite the falling rain. She didn't like being inside with mortals; it put them in one form of danger or another. She sipped from a glass of red wine and surveyed the street in front of her with dark eyes. The air had a foul smell to it. A disapointed sigh escaped her plum-painted lips. Out of all the attitudes she had picked up from the eras she had lived during, the "peace and love" one she had picked up during the 1960's anti-war movement really stuck. She hated killing Lycans, she truly did.
But that didn't stop her from reaching for a gun to ease her nerves.
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Post by Costa 2.0 on Jun 15, 2008 10:31:25 GMT -5
Kywulf signaled to Ash who was right behind him. There is a flash of lightning across the sky and a thunderous boom as Kywulf slowly scans the allyway for any threats. "Lycan scum" he whispers. He sniffs the air, the scent imediatley hitting his nose. The war had been going on for centuries and Kywulf had seen many great battles. He wasen't going to die today.
"Ash can you see anything?" Kywulf whisperd to his Death Dealer brethern.
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Post by Mikey on Jun 15, 2008 20:58:51 GMT -5
Ash scanned the alley ways and streets that he could see from his vantage points. He could see plenty in the dark, but when the lightning flashed, he got a quick view of every nook and cranny, every dark corner and every speck of shadow that was out of his sights.
"Nothing..." He said, his voice a wisper, barley being audiable over the falling rain. But he knew Kywulf heard him.
The katana at his side was weightless in its sheath, but it still held a presence. His finger ran over the black lace that covered the handle.
"But I smell them. Close...." He wispered again.
"But where?"
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Post by .Merios on Jun 15, 2008 22:09:38 GMT -5
He lifted the pizza to his lips and took another bite, glancing to his ancestor to acknowledge him. He chewed and swallowed, his free left hand moving to his hip to un-holster the pistol. They were close, and he knew it. He took the last bite of pizza and stood up. He casually walked to the nearby trash bin, sliding the paper plate through the small opening into the trash bag. He turned and walked back to the bench, slipping on his jacket over his clothes. He ruffled the fabric and pressed his collars down. He worked best when he was calm. He wasn't tense- he knew they were watching him- at least one was, and he wasn't going to make the first move.
He looked to Constantine and gave him a nod. He walked a few paces forward and stopped, turning his body to the right, staring into a dark alleyway. He smirked. Within seconds, a body leapt from the shadows, baring two pistols aimed directly at him. The death dealer fired two shots. Oliver quickly brought up his sword and rolled forward, two shots ricocheting off of the gravel, spraying silver into a small puddle on the ground. He landed on his knees facing the position the vampire was originally in, swinging his sword in an arc behind him, slicing across the vampire's chest, leaving a long gash. The death dealer landed gracefully on his feet, facing Oliver, both guns aimed at him. Oliver, without hesitation, spun in place and launched his sword at the man with strength, sending the blade through the man's chest and impaling him to the wall, the man's weapons dropping to the ground.
Oli walked a few steps towards him as he attempted to wriggle off of the blade. He could tell the fear in the man's face. Oliver moved his right hand down to his hip and lifted his gun up casually, pressing the barrel on the man's forehead. Oliver squeezed the trigger calmly and slid the weapon back into it's holster. A large flash of light it the area when he had pulled the trigger. The hole drilled in the vampire's forehead began to glow bright orange- within seconds, every opening on the man's face began to violently glow orange before the screams and the light died out. Oliver grasped the sword by the hilt with his right hand and pulled it out violently, spinning in place and bringing the sword around front, the blade slicing through the death dealer's neck, effectively separating the head from the neck. He twirled the blade once in his hand and slid it into his sheath. He turned towards Constantine as the body collapsed to the ground and the decapitated head slammed into the ground, blowing away into dust.
"They're here"
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Post by LTI on Jun 16, 2008 1:14:32 GMT -5
"Well," Constantine replied with a touch of humour, "if they didn't all know where we were, they sure as hell do now. Nice going, Oli." Constantine finished with a laugh and drew his pistol, cradling the cold steel like a baby. Constantine didn't like weapons as much as the other around him did; he had always preferred the use of his hands when it came down to it. They gave more control. The old lycan looked at the dark sky and waited for the storm of vampires to come down and 'deal death'. He laughed, thinking about the look on the vampire's face before his head was removed. They were all so arrogant, or at least every one Constantine ever came in contact with was. They had such a better-than-thou attitude. Constantine loved to break them of it before the end; it was a hobby of his. Hopefully he'd get the chance today.
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Post by Mikey on Jun 16, 2008 6:54:22 GMT -5
"No..." Ash thought. He stood up on the building looking down at the lycans. They were proud...elated at slaughtering one of his bretheren like a peice of meat. Something of this nature couldnt be tolorated. He wished to kill them quickly. Jump down, sever their heads and be done with it. But only a coward did such things. He was far from a coward.
Drawing the katana from its sheath, he jumped down. He ended up at the end of the alley, a wall behind him and two lycans in front of him. He said no words, for none needed to be said. His eyes said all he needed. His eyes projected the rage he was feeling far better than any petty words could have.
He waisted no time with fancy martial poweress, no silly taunts, nothing of that sort. He simply sliced the air with the sword and let the tip touch the pavement, the edge facing the lycans. He bent his knees a bit, making himself a smaller target, and ran toward them. The sword left a small scrape on the pavement a centimeter deep, as if to mark the path from when it started to when it buried itself into the lycans black heart.
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Post by Biohazardous. on Jun 16, 2008 19:06:31 GMT -5
Danika heard the gunshots close to where she was seated. She had been anticipating them, but they still startled her bad enough to make her jump and knock the bottle of wine from the table. It hit the ground and shattered, it's red contents splattering the ground crimson. Anger flared in Danika. "That was a damn expensive bottle of wine." Clearly, she was a tad bit petty. She removed both her guns but kept them low at her sides, not wishing to draw too much attention to herself. All she wanted to do was pinpoint the location of the gunshots, yell at them a little for being savage beasts and then be on her merry little way. I can dream, she thought both bitterly and sadly as she walked slowly down the side walk peering around her with cautious eyes.
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Post by Costa 2.0 on Jun 16, 2008 21:47:53 GMT -5
Kywulf heard the cry of his fellow Death Dealer before everything goes silent once again. Ash is now standing beside Kywif, his katana unsheathed and ready for battle. "Easy old friend" Kywulf whispers to Ash. "We shall have our turn soon enough". Kywulf begins to walk slowly toward Oliver, hiding in the darkness. Kywulf can see the Lycan, his eyes adjusting to the darkness. " I see two" he whispers. He slowly begins to take aim at Oliver...
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Post by Mikey on Jun 17, 2008 2:52:18 GMT -5
(Hey Costa, Ash is already in the alley.)
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Post by .Merios on Jun 17, 2008 9:09:13 GMT -5
Oliver picked up the subtle movements; clothing rippling, the sword slightly dragging on the ground, and over everything else- the heavy breathing. The man was running towards him as his back was turned, but he knew he was coming. He quickly spun side ways and withdrew his sheath, slicing his sword in an arc and moving to a crouch as his sword dragged across the metal of the vampire's own sword. He let the sword drag it's length over his blade before he slid out from under the left of it, leaving a flash of sparks to shower to the ground. He stood up straight- he had no stance; he didn't need one. He loved to take these things off balance and thinking on their feet. He set the sword at his side, letting the tip of it touch the ground gently as his right palm rested on the butt of the hilt.
"Ah.. There you are. I'm guessing.. three-four more?"
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Post by LTI on Jun 17, 2008 9:34:02 GMT -5
Constantine heard the noise a little later than Oliver, which was lucky because he may have reacted a second too late. A single second was all it took. One second to end well over a thousand years of life... or rather, undeath. The lycan looked at Oliver for a second and acknowledged that his descendant had the entire thing covered, and turned the other way to watch for other death dealers. He would make them suffer; it was his sole purpose at this moment in time. He removed his sword from its resting place and switched his gun to his right hand. He would need his good hand for the swordplay. Constantine grinned menacingly and waited with great excitement for the others to appear.
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