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Post by Jessy Jackson on Sept 27, 2009 5:40:56 GMT -5
By the time I made it up the stairs to the apartment Doc had rented thanks to Mommy dearest my breathing was harsh and ragged and I was close to exhausted. It hurt just to inhale, and I felt like I was about to give the death rattle from one of those Japanese horror films. The fight in the cafe had taken a lot out of me, even without shifting, or possibly because I hadn’t and therefore had left myself weaker than usual, and I'd nearly dropped out of the sky on the way over with the added drain of turning into a bird. It had been necessary, just to get here fast enough to find back up, but it had done me absolutely no favours otherwise. The stairs had been just another burden.
I didn't really look particularly well either. There was no mirror nearby, and I wasn't about to waste time checking in a compact, but I could tell that I was as white as a sheet from the exertion, and I could feel the way some of my hair was matted against my forehead from the still-bleeding cut across my temple. My left wrist still hung limp, definitely broken, but my right was fine and I used it to bang loudly on the door. “Doc!” As much as I didn’t want him to do his job of protecting me, I did want him to help me protect others. It was a fine line, and it felt a bit like giving in, but needs must.
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Post by Jackson ''Doc'' Ellison on Oct 1, 2009 4:46:13 GMT -5
"Ye... holy shit!" Doc breathed, opening the door, "Get in here kid. Who the hell did you piss off?" He led her inside, glad he'd managed to pick up a lounge chair at least. "Geez, you look like shit."
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Post by Jessy Jackson on Oct 3, 2009 4:49:57 GMT -5
"Gee, funnily enough I didn't ask their names," I replied, standing again as soon as Doc had moved away a few steps. My left wrist twinged and I hissed in pain, but didn't let it stop me ranting. "Look, I didn't come here for a sit down and a mollycoddle - if I wanted medical attention I would have gone to a hospital, not the guy with the ciminal record whose not-quite-job is ostensibly to stop this kind of thing happening - not that I'm blaming you. I need your help." I looked around the flat, sniffing a little to try nd work out whether his guest was home. Unfortunately, the smell of my own blood sweat and tears was somewhat hindering that renowned sense of smell. "Is your pet vamp home? I did some research, and she sounds like good backup, if a bit dicey. I need people who can handle themselves, well, better than I can, in public."
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Post by "Rogue" Annie Amina Cross on Oct 5, 2009 1:01:50 GMT -5
((BTW - Great way to tie everyone in.))
"Pet vamp?" she asked, poking her head out. Yeah, she was shamelessly listening to the conversation. With the scent of blood pouring out from the main room how could she not be curious?
"I would hardly call myself a pet," she replied looking the beaten up young woman in the main room up and down.
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Post by Jackson ''Doc'' Ellison on Oct 5, 2009 1:05:05 GMT -5
"One, I wouldn't refer to her as 'pet vamp' where she can hear you," Doc commented, grabbing her hand. "And I haven't seen her. Now, hold still. This is hard enough to do as is," he focused on the wound in her wrist first, using the least amount of mana he could. "Now, what's the situation and how many would we need?"
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Post by Jessy Jackson on Oct 5, 2009 1:15:24 GMT -5
I stared at him for a few seconds, eyes wide, as my wrist tingled in a way that was certainly nothing but magical. It wasn't natural, whatever it was. Shaking my head, I snapped out of it and looked at both of the fighters to answer. "Ignoring the weirdness that is what you're doing - About five vamps attacked a coffee shop maybe twenty minutes ago. They took a baby alive, maybe others - dead mothers can't scream about their lost children. I don't know if it's a ritual, or just a gourmet night but it doesn't look good, does it?" I paused, as a new thought hit me. “If it was a gourmet night, they’d probably have at least tried to take me. You can smell it, can’t you?” I asked the vamp, deliberately not mentioning it. But shifter blood was as rare as shifters themselves, and something of a delicacy.
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Post by "Rogue" Annie Amina Cross on Oct 5, 2009 1:32:25 GMT -5
She nodded. "Not something you miss," she replied. "But they may have been young. Not realized what you were. Many young vampires go for what they think is a delicasy rather then what really is. Babies are high on the list but..." she replied now leaning against the open door instead of poking out from it. "You get the point."
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Post by Jackson ''Doc'' Ellison on Oct 5, 2009 1:36:42 GMT -5
"Okay, I'm not going to pretend I understand what you're talking about," Doc said, getting up slowly. "But there is trouble. Just let me make..." He let out a pulse of mana, a way of attracting Kyler's attention. If this was as big as he thought it was, they might need the help. And The Kid could use a lesson. "A quick call and we'll be off. You know where they were headed?"
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Post by Jessy Jackson on Oct 5, 2009 1:50:00 GMT -5
"What part of heightened sense of smell has not sunk in yet? I'm guessing if I lose the scent, you'll be able to pick it up," I added to the vampire, still a bit edgy around her. It wasn't natural to have a vampire inside your house, it just wasn't. "I'm guessing they were going down to the quayside, to a warehouse or something, but I can't be sure until we get going." I moved towards the door, twisting my wrist experimenally and shooting Doc anther odd look when I didn't writhe in pain. "What did you do?"
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Post by Jackson ''Doc'' Ellison on Oct 5, 2009 1:54:25 GMT -5
"Healed it," Doc said idly. "What did you think i did? Shot you full of pain killers? We're probably going to need more back up, huh?"
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Post by "Rogue" Annie Amina Cross on Oct 5, 2009 16:11:55 GMT -5
"How many vamps was it?" Rogue asked, noting the discomfort of the young shifter but shrugged it off. When you become a vampire and are around people, they were frightened of you and it was considered normal.
"Reguardless we should get moving. Every second wasted is another second gone and we don't have much longer if it's a feeding. If it's a ritual... it'll be hard to know how much time we have either. So if you plan on calling someone you better do so now, but we have to get moving," she said slipping back into her room to grab a sword. So noticeable but that was what the cape was for. The thing was only a hindrance in battle but it would conceal her weapon or make her look like she was going to a faire or costume party.
"Now lets get moving," she replied stepping back out.
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Post by Azoth (Kyler) on Oct 5, 2009 17:34:47 GMT -5
Kyler, following the surge of Talent he had felt while at the cafe, cleaning up some of the mess that the vampires made, had eventually made it to the apartment block. He had to make an excuse to the already very frightened manager that he was scared for the safety of his sister, who was here earlier, and had to see if she was ok. Little did said manager know that he didn't have a sister - who could play that role if it ever came up again?
That wasn't something he needed to think about right now, neither was how he managed to feel the surge... he shouldn't be able to, should he? He was broken, after all.
Get your mind off pointless topics - they are a waste of your, and my time. he could pretty much hear Martin's words.
He had, unfortunately, lost the train of the Talent surge, but he knew it came from somewhere inside the apartment building, and so, he stood outside of it, in an obvious place... smart? He wasn't sure, he figured that he should be able to escape, at the very least, if it was an unfriendly surge, and be easily found if it wasn't. He would soon find out, regardless.
((So Doc, you chose Healing as your Talent?))
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Post by Jackson ''Doc'' Ellison on Oct 6, 2009 2:17:13 GMT -5
(((Yup)))
"Rogue's right," Doc said. "Mount up, ladies. We'll meet Kyler on the way," hopefully, he thought to himself. He really wished he knew where Maya was. He had a feeling they could use some Slayer back up. And if it were a ritual, well...
When the going gets tough, the tough get informed, as Raven said.
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Post by Jessy Jackson on Oct 6, 2009 6:06:52 GMT -5
"Thanks," I muttered, still twisting my hand around experimentally. I moved to the door and opened it swiftly. A familiar scent hit me, coffee, muffins, blood and an individual human scent as clear as a fingerprint, and easier to identify. There was no way that boy had followed me here - the skies were full at dusk and besides, I'd weaved, put off track by the twisted wing. I shot a backwards glance at Doc, suspicious - my guess was he'd somehow already made his call, and Kyler was the result. Strange, but no stranger than what I was about to do.
Stepping out into the hall, I transformed. After all these years, it still felt like something to be done in private, away from prying eyes, even if it was obvious what was going on. Shifters were rare and valuable, and ven though I trusted Doc, I automatically moved away to do it. THe effort and concentration needed were also conducive to quiet and being alone. A few seconds later I opked my head around the door, now a large wolf-like dog. To all extents and purposes I looked like any otehr dog, but there was something behind the eyes, an intelligence, that was beyond the usual canine smarts.
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Post by Azoth (Kyler) on Oct 6, 2009 17:08:41 GMT -5
An odd sense hit Kyler as he approached the apartment building, waiting for whomever had motioned him to come, to emerge. Feeling his side, the stake and the large kitchen knife - not exactly the best weapons he could hope for, but they would have to do, he decided it wouldn't be best to bring his daggers to work for his first day... he wouldn't make that mistake twice.
What was that feeling? Why did he feel it? These strange occurances were getting all the more strange. Completely unable to identify it, he shrugged it off and peered through a window, finding a completely empty hall... wrong floor, he figured.
He hadn't changed out of his work uniform, which was luckily of a maroon colour, dark, the way he liked it... though not as convenient as having his normal grey, it would do.
Ok, next time, I bring everything, keep them in a bag... if every workday is going to turn out like this, I might need them. He thought to himself.
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