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Post by Яд CoBaka on Sept 18, 2006 13:54:09 GMT -5
Alek sat silently as she stared at one of the photo's of this creature. She shook her head after studying the eye, "That's not it...he wouldn't carry it with him." She said as she looked back up at Jericho. "It wouldn't make sense, any fool could figure out what it might be..no, he is more clever than that." She flipped through some of the other papers. "Though he might let a hint through here or there." Her eyes darted back and forth as her heightened vision looked for anything that stood out. Sometimes being part wolf came in handy.
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Post by Elios Vorte on Sept 18, 2006 18:50:13 GMT -5
Jericho pulled through the papers. "It wouldn't be in these files..." He he lit up another cigarette, puffing on it for a few moments. "He's too careful.. in three thousand years he hasn't made a single mistake..." He then stared at the pictures for a few moments. "That's it..." He flipped the pictures on the table. "Look at these.. over the years, what's the one feature he hasn't changed?" He pointed at his stomach. "It's stayed the same... what if he keeps his heart somewhere in that region?"
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Post by Яд CoBaka on Sept 19, 2006 11:17:39 GMT -5
Alek was quiet in thought for a moment before speaking again, "Yes...I think you might be on to something, though it could just as easily be the one thing he changes the most." The smell of smoke was getting to her and she cleared her throat hopping to relieve some of its effects.
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Post by Elios Vorte on Sept 19, 2006 19:32:21 GMT -5
Jericho then though some more. "Yeah... but.. I have a suspician.. maybe he's reshaped his heart into his body... so maybe a certain area of his body is his heart..." He then took a red sharpie and circled the legs of one of the pictures, tossing it to her. "He always wears a pair of pants... His kind, once there body is deformed enough, usually go nude..." He took another drag on his cigarette. "Maybe it's there."
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Post by Яд CoBaka on Sept 19, 2006 19:40:51 GMT -5
"Why would he put something of such value in such a hazardas place? Something that can get torn..." She stared at one of the pictures for a bit. "There's something different about this one..For heaven's sakes! I wish I could place it."
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Post by sean on Sept 19, 2006 19:41:13 GMT -5
The sound of them two jubbering all the time was about to drive him nuts. He had to intervine. Letting the ciggerette of the table burn out. The one Jerico let him have. He looked from the smoldering embers up to jerico. Nearly freaking out at what he just heard.
"Ya know, thats something I could have lived without hearing."
Sean got up from his chair to move behind Jerico. He leant down to whisper into his ear. Also stareing at the photographs.
"You missed one thing too. His eyes. In all of them. Are always red."
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Post by Elios Vorte on Sept 19, 2006 19:48:46 GMT -5
Jericho's eyes moved to look at Sean. "Yes..." He then crossed his arm in his chair. "And it is time for me to explain to you about one of the two types of vampires, you pray you never have to kill... those eyes... the Crimson Tear eyes are always red... because the blood of their victims is not stored in their stomachs like most vampires, but in the area around their eyes... the red color you see is the blood they have drained from others..." Even Jericho seemed a little disturbed. "We have to kill him at all costs..."
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Post by sean on Sept 19, 2006 19:55:37 GMT -5
He moved back to sit in the chair he was previously in. He took a long cold stare at the newcommer. The wolf. Even if Jerico didnt seem to care, he did, and was about to do something about it. Now on. He would keep one hand on the silver laced manriki chain in his pocket. He turned his attention to Jerico, but still kept up his guard.
"What makes Crimson tears so dangerous? I mean, I've killed alot of vampires and werewolves on my own before."
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Post by Яд CoBaka on Sept 19, 2006 19:58:43 GMT -5
Alek had heared every word from Sean's whispers, so she added her two bits, "Yes, that is why if those eyes ever did change colors, it would mean they were not eating well." She gulped, even though she taught them it was still not something she was totally alright with. She shook her head at the second man's comment, trying to brush it off about the werewolf part.
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Post by Elios Vorte on Sept 19, 2006 19:58:58 GMT -5
Jericho placed his hand on his eyepatch, moving it from his eye. The eye that rested there seemed monstrous, demonic, unnatural. He then placed the eyepatch back over the eye. "That is what makes them so dangerous... They can reform flesh and bone like it was just clay... Some of them have several servants made of hunters they changed... beast-like servants so monstrous, pray you never see one."
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Post by Яд CoBaka on Sept 19, 2006 20:01:30 GMT -5
She added to the conversation one more, "It isn't something you would like to see. Trust me, I don't think you would be able to handle it."
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Post by sean on Sept 22, 2006 19:22:10 GMT -5
He was offended at hearing her words. Anger shot through his body, feeling the urge to spill her blood. Something he didnt want to hear from one of them.
"You dont think I'm strong enough?! How bout i kill you!"
He reached into his pocket pulling out one of his smoke bombs.
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Post by Elios Vorte on Sept 22, 2006 19:51:11 GMT -5
As if he saw it coming he pulled a gun from his coat and aimed it at Sean. "Calm down boy... She only meant it as a freindly warning.. she is right..." He then took a deep breath, eyes not even on Sean, though his gun perfectly aimed. "Infact... I think she's right...Your too young.. too inexperienced.. I remember when I fought my first Riddle Box vampire... the Riddle Box are vampires who are often associated with the Crimson Tears... I wasn't ready at all... they twisted my mind... and the group I was with was killed off... I managed to kill one of them, releasing there grip on me and I escaped... I was your age... at the age of twenty two I was still young and inexperienced and I fought a Crimson Tear... that's the last I saw of my eye... but I killed that mother fucker... gave him one up... though it cost me bigtime... never been quite right since.." He then took the gun off Sean. "So calm yourself the hell down..."
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Post by Яд CoBaka on Sept 22, 2006 23:58:40 GMT -5
Alek sat with a small smirk on her lips, this young hunter had some pretty twisted ideas of what would make him strong or able. In Alek's life time, she had come to know that it was not the amount of weapons you bore..or how fearless you may seem when it comes to killing. What was it to prove other than the fact that you act before you think? A man was better judged on his morals and actions rather. She was glad Jericho piped up before she had to.
Alek kept an eye on him as she spoke mainly to his elder,
"There has been too much blood shed on both of our sides to let this go on any longer. We need to find this beast, and take care of him one and for all."
She knew this was no new information to these hunters, just a statement to redefine why she was here. Seeing as it had gone off track. "I do not expect this to change anything in the future...you will never see that there is much more to ...my kind... than you think. They were human once, just stuck in a void they can't control." She said this mainly taking about the undead. "I personally don't know why you even bother with werewolves...there are very few that actually do cause problems." She folded her arms, "But anyway, back to this Malix." Alek leaned towards the table to look at the files again.
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Post by sean on Sept 25, 2006 11:33:03 GMT -5
Angered by Jericos words as well as Aleks. He placed the overgrown jawbreaker back into his pocket.
"Then fuck you, Jerico. I hope you see whats happening here. And fuck you to wolf."
He jolted out of his chair and headed to the back door.
I'll kill this Malix myself."
With the creaking of the door. He meet with the darkness of the night and the serenity of the moon.
"I'll show them. I'll kill Malix. And show them who is powerfula round here."
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