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Jul 22, 2004 15:02:32 GMT -5
Post by Rumerin on Jul 22, 2004 15:02:32 GMT -5
*She starts looking for windows and/or doors that will allow her quiet, easy entree, hopefully into a room the someone in the house isn't in. When she finds one, she sneaks inside, making not a sound, and very softly and carefully moves to the door. She takes a shortbow from under her cloak and puts an arrow on it at the ready, just aiming at the floor right now while she sneaks to an opening from where to take a shot.*
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Jul 22, 2004 15:11:12 GMT -5
Post by Validus Ur Vashina on Jul 22, 2004 15:11:12 GMT -5
*She starts looking for windows and/or doors that will allow her quiet, easy entree, hopefully into a room the someone in the house isn't in. When she finds one, she sneaks inside, making not a sound, and very softly and carefully moves to the door. She takes a shortbow from under her cloak and puts an arrow on it at the ready, just aiming at the floor right now while she sneaks to an opening from where to take a shot.* It just so happens that the man finally decided to leave the place and had opened the door she was heading for. His eyes widen and, in a burst of fear induced strength, heaves the huge suitcase in one hand straight at her, this one filled with many, many decorative and oddly shaped, not to mention extremely solid, objects inside. He screams and dashes out a door that was barely there anymore, lugging three more suitcases and moving at incredible speeds, even with the over sized suitcases.
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Jul 22, 2004 15:14:25 GMT -5
Post by Rumerin on Jul 22, 2004 15:14:25 GMT -5
*She curses and rolls out of the way, then takes about a second to take careful aim, and shoots. Then, regardless of whether she hits or not, steps into the shadows and disappears.*
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Jul 22, 2004 15:16:28 GMT -5
Post by Validus Ur Vashina on Jul 22, 2004 15:16:28 GMT -5
*She curses and rolls out of the way, then takes about a second to take careful aim, and shoots. Then, regardless of whether she hits or not, steps into the shadows and disappears.* She ends up hitting one of the three suitcases, as they take up most of the space around the little man and since he was dashing out a door and had to pull one behind him.
When he gets to the streets, he makes for a different section with his suitcases, his little beedy eyes wide in terror.
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Jul 22, 2004 15:19:47 GMT -5
Post by Rumerin on Jul 22, 2004 15:19:47 GMT -5
*She appears a bit further down the road, and makes some innocent inquiries about where the man is. People tell her he just ran out, looking as though Demogorgon himself was chasing him. She follows their directions.*
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Jul 25, 2004 13:28:57 GMT -5
Post by Julia of Hillsdown on Jul 25, 2004 13:28:57 GMT -5
*they walk around, taking note of the houses and the people living here. No, not good...A lot'll have to get done here.*
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Jul 25, 2004 15:12:12 GMT -5
Post by Julia of Hillsdown on Jul 25, 2004 15:12:12 GMT -5
*Disheartened, they return to the city-centre and the Church.*
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Jul 27, 2004 7:39:34 GMT -5
Post by Zeviathan on Jul 27, 2004 7:39:34 GMT -5
*The wind picks up in the alley, followed by the sounds of song. When both wind and song dies down, a very, very thin hooded figure steps out of the alley, heading to the city Central.*
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Jul 28, 2004 18:13:04 GMT -5
Post by Eskel on Jul 28, 2004 18:13:04 GMT -5
When he takes the children outside, the barrier is high up in the sky. His stomache sinks. No... What is going on? He drags the children along.
Faster!
Huh? But- Eskel?
Faster!!
He drags them on, running, getting a few surprised look from those people that are not looking up at the sky in wonder. He drags them towards the gates, on, on...
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Aug 2, 2004 12:26:42 GMT -5
Post by Julia of Hillsdown on Aug 2, 2004 12:26:42 GMT -5
*a pair of priests in plain clothes walk around the section, looking for a place to set up a church, and handing money to the numerous beggars here. When they've found one, they enquire after buying the building.*
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Aug 2, 2004 18:25:50 GMT -5
Post by Jingzu Lunaria on Aug 2, 2004 18:25:50 GMT -5
*Of all places, this is where news spreads the fastest. It leaps from ear to ear like wildfire... a church! Someone might actually care! Soon, the whole section knew.*
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Aug 8, 2004 15:13:33 GMT -5
Post by Serrick Warjilas on Aug 8, 2004 15:13:33 GMT -5
*Serrick walks into an alley where a former contact was. He kneeled down beside the man who pretended to be a bum and smiled, holding out a few jink and pulling it back when the man reached for it.*
"What is it?"
I need to find someone who can change a few things. About an area, or a person. Something that makes them fade from memory.
"You want Tarshagal. He's in the Greyfriars area. The place is hard to miss. Do I get my jink now?"
Yes.
*He holds out his hand again. The "bum" reaches for the jink. When the the bum's hand is in Serrick's, Serrick closes his around the other, a chain coming out of his sleeve and wrapping around the man's arm. Serrick smiles pleasantly as the man writhes, the life-energies being sucked out of him. The man tried to pull away, but as his life faded, Serrick's grip grew ever stronger. He tried to scream, but there was no strength in his voice....
When Serrick was done, there was only an unrecognizable husk of a man, so withered that the marks left by the chains were completely impossible to find. Serrick smiles and tears the man apart, eating every last bit of the man to make sure there was nothing left. When finished, he shimmered as the man's radiance covered his own... he now looked just like the man he consumed. Smiling inwardly, Serrick shuffles out of the alley and heads to Tarshagal's hut.*
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Aug 25, 2004 16:01:51 GMT -5
Post by Míriel Ithildin on Aug 25, 2004 16:01:51 GMT -5
She wandered through the streets, pulling up the hem of her dress so that it would not be sullied by the filth on the streets. She had changed her appearance earlier, now looking like a well-to-do Human female who had gotten lost and ended up at the wrong side of town. She glanced around her, disgusted at the sights and helpless, hopelessly lost. This was not lost on the man who had been following for the last quarter of an hour, marking her as easy prey. She took a turn and ended up on a dead-end street. Before she could act, she felt a hand on her shoulder and a knife to her side.
Give's your money, love.
I am not your love.
With that, she kicked his legs out from under him, kicking him in the side when he was down. She picked up the knife and stowed it in her dress.
But I could be, if you asked real nicely.
She knelt next to him and smiled sweetly, sweeping her hair over one shoulder. Leaning forward, she kissed him. He closed his eyes.
Please?
Certainly.
She kissed him again and his world went black. After a while, he stopped moving.
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Aug 25, 2004 16:08:16 GMT -5
Post by Kaitan on Aug 25, 2004 16:08:16 GMT -5
Janus watches from across the street, wreathed in illusions, some giving the impression that he is facing the other direction and others altering his appearance. He can see through the illusions on the woman, but has no real intention to tell anyone at the Order about what he sees, anyway.
He was on patrol, sent by the Order to comb the slums for anything suspicious. Everyone at the Order has been anxious recently, and there have been more patrols, especially in the slums.
Janus knows the reason, of course. It is the vampire, Kaitan. Kaitan doesn't think that Janus knows, but Janus knows more than anyone else at the Inn.
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Aug 25, 2004 16:24:33 GMT -5
Post by Míriel Ithildin on Aug 25, 2004 16:24:33 GMT -5
After she was done feeding, she got up.She felt better now. Not much was left that could be identified as having been a man. Some clothes, but they would vanish within the minute in this section. She stepped out of the street, still looking like a rich broad, but with a look that she was not easy pickings. She walked out of the section. It was almost too easy here. No guards, and people did not care.
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