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Post by Jessy Jackson on Oct 13, 2009 1:42:22 GMT -5
I snorted, wondering if she knew just how much like a live in couple they sounded. "Nothing? Yeah, of course, I defeat plots to end the world all the time, like every week. Come on, Rogue, give yourself some credit. It was fantastic. Terrifying too, what with he fangs and my neck and that whole thing, but incredible. We saved lives. Properly, not by proxy." I grinned, pleased with myself just as much.
"As for the smelling, well... Him more than you. But you... you smell more human. I mean, you don't smell human - I don't want to go all Suskind on you, but humans have a pretty ditinctive living smell. You just smell more human. Probably from hanging around him too much. I mean, no one normal could pick up on it, but if you feel like hanging around some vamps in a closer disguise again, you might want a shower."
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Post by "Rogue" Annie Amina Cross on Oct 13, 2009 1:51:45 GMT -5
"Why wouldn't you?" she asked. "You've never felt that urge to help people?" Oddly enough that was something she always wanted to do. In her own twisted way that was what she did. She helped people.
"Thats good. Wouldn't want to smell... well like a corpse," though it would certainly through off her smell to other vampires. Smelling of blood and decay went by unnoticed but smelling human... She certainly had mixed feelings about that.
"For your... first? time you weren't so bad. Handled yourself well," she said. "Sorry for scaring you though. Your pulse jumped in there but I had to make it as real as I could." She was sure Jessy understood but she offered the apology reguardless.
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Post by Jessy Jackson on Oct 13, 2009 2:03:03 GMT -5
"It wasn't my first," I said, a little defensively. "But I came from this like, tiny farming town in Oaklahoma. Population like, a thousand, undead population maybe one or two. Not enough vamps to plan a demon rising or world domination. So yeah, it was my first big apocalypse-ish thing, but not my first hunt. It's a little bit too much in my nature to resist. And hey, I understand the necessity. I'm just never going to be wholly comfortable with fangs near my jugular." Call it the anti-Twilight effect, but I really didn't find the whole vampire issue at all alluring or enticing. It was dead people, killing other people, drinking their blood and existing forever like that, without their souls. It didn't appeal.
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Post by "Rogue" Annie Amina Cross on Oct 13, 2009 2:09:57 GMT -5
((F twilight. XD So not vampires. Not real ones anyways. >.> ))
"Ah, right. Sorry," she almost chuckled. "Good to know that you do have some experience in the field then. And you shouldn't feel comfortable about fangs near your jugular. Vampires should be exterminated. Thankfully there are more slayers around now that the new future may not have any vampires in it. Now thats a cause worth striving for." Yeah, she always hated vampires. Even as a vampire herself before the whole split mind thing hated vampires. Better to kill them and get them out of the way then to allow them to cause suffering, or to be an annoyance. Which ever.
"What do you think of this whole group thing forming?" she asked curiously. "I've never been one for playing with others."
((My cat just stole some chicken off my plate XD Good thing I was done with it and it has no bones. ))
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Post by Jessy Jackson on Oct 13, 2009 4:40:15 GMT -5
"It's not a game, is it? I mean, we're not talking about adding a quaterback, this is fighting the forces of evil. I'm kinda grateful for it actually. I mean, its why I hired Doc - if I keep some back up near me, I don't have go into potentially deadly scenarios alone. I'm young and alive, and you know, I'd like to keep it that way, so having some people watch my back and watching them in return, well, it seems fair. And it hardly makes sense for us to run around alone, weak, when we could unite and be stronger together, right?" I shrugged, before frowning at the roof entrance.
"Where is Doc, anyway? I guess I should thank him as much as anybody. Oh, and an other thing about the group idea," I added, as the new thought struck me, "I can't work alone as well as others can. I mean, properly alone I can shift, change, and whammo, dusted. But in public, with hostages or whatever - teh shifting thing is out of bounds, seriously, and I'm not a great fighter in my own skin. Having otehrs to help is pretty much essential."
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Post by "Rogue" Annie Amina Cross on Oct 13, 2009 13:57:30 GMT -5
""He's probably in the apartment," she said, answering her question. "We might have to work on some of your self defense skills then. That way you'll have that little bit more to rely on when you can't shift."
Okay, so she wouldn't leave just yet. She'd stay a bit longer. Wasn't sure just how long but a bit longer.
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Post by Jessy Jackson on Oct 13, 2009 14:07:34 GMT -5
"Rightio then," I said, moving towards the door with a neat little swing in my step. When I reached the door I turned to look at the vampire. Funny, that didn't seem as weird now I'd seen her fight, kill her own kind. There was something about the violence of that which made me trust her - and sure, humans kill each other every day too, but somehow that seemed less against our natures, as sick as that sounded. Vampires didn't kill each other unless there was serious game at stake (no pun intended), or something radically different.
"Hey, you coming? Seriously, I was kidding about the domestic. Doc's not going to get massively pissed at you easily, that much is pretty clear. He thinks you're cool." It was pretty damn obvious - I mean, seasoned fighters don't go inviting vampires into their homes without a pretty big leap of faith, or a heck of trust and interest. "Ass or not, I've gotta thank him. And he may appreciate the offer of food and soap. Might be fun to see?"
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Post by "Rogue" Annie Amina Cross on Oct 13, 2009 14:26:46 GMT -5
"He needs some soap," she replied before following. "And it's more me pissed at him. Roommate stuff, sorta. He's not exactly the best conversationalist." She picked up the jacket she had taken off earlier and followed behind Jessy.
She unlocked the door to the apartment and let Jessy in. "Doc, look who I found on the roof."
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Post by Jackson ''Doc'' Ellison on Oct 15, 2009 3:49:12 GMT -5
"Ah, the little trickster!" Doc said, his mask of a normal person in place as he smiled widely, plate in hand. "I have... microwave Hot Pockets. Um... anyone for take out?" he finished weakly. putting said hot pockets on the counter.
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Post by "Rogue" Annie Amina Cross on Oct 15, 2009 3:55:03 GMT -5
She raised an eyebrow at him. "You've made the place smell horrid now," she chastised as she moved to open a window. Not like the city smelt any better but at least it wasn't so overpowering. "Did you even read the instructions?"
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Post by Jackson ''Doc'' Ellison on Oct 15, 2009 4:08:47 GMT -5
Doc looked down at the snack. "Yup. Unfortunately, it's supposed to smell like that," he made a face at them which conveyed his thoughts. "Yummy, huh?"
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Post by Jessy Jackson on Oct 16, 2009 12:02:02 GMT -5
Even I had to wrinkle my nose at the... food... Doc produced with a flourish, and I was the impovrished student who would eat anything made in under twenty minutes, supposedly. Well, maybe I was less impovrished now mum had her hooks into me and was pressing me cash at every available moment (and what her new husband thought of that I couldn't guess) but still, I knew edible from inedible. It smelt like nothing on earth.
"You cannot eat thta. Just, no... This feels like a Visa moment," I muttered. "C'mon, real food, on me. Or at least some chinese takeaway. That is simply foul, and no self-respecting huma would eat thta. No self respecting dog would. Hardly demon-killer food. Don't you need to keep your strength up?" I teased, raising an eyebrow.
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Post by Jackson ''Doc'' Ellison on Oct 17, 2009 3:31:46 GMT -5
"Hey, I'm plenty strong," Doc said defensively. "I just... kinda spent my pay on furnishing this place. And a new sword. And possibly a small, insignificant fire arm," he shrugged. "Hey, i like the creature comforts. Furniture, shiny, sharp object and loud bang noises. What's wrong wtih that?"
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Post by Jessy Jackson on Oct 17, 2009 3:53:55 GMT -5
"Can't say I'm too keen on firearms," I muttered, speaking as a girl who'd actually weilded one every now and again. "Not in the cities at least. Makes it too easy to kill people without having to touch them." Death, murder, those things shouldn't happen, but when they did they should be personal. My guess was that if every murder had to be a strangulation, choking life away with your own hands, half of them wouldn't happen. Guns, knives, made everything too easy. "Still, I take it chinese food is a go? You've had no problems taking my money so far," I added, jibing at him with a smile.
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Post by Jackson ''Doc'' Ellison on Oct 17, 2009 4:26:52 GMT -5
"Hey, you throw it at me, I'm not going to say know," he shot back, dumping the hot pockets. "Not the hardest way to earn money I've found," of course, that would go to hanging upside fro several hours with a listening device set againtst a window recording a man's wife cheat on him with his brother. While he was across town screwing her best friend. Ain't life grand?
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