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Post by corgis4me on Sept 27, 2006 21:12:23 GMT -8
"Finw here do you want me to start? You as too many questions, becareful becuase one day that will get you into trouble." I said as I looked into his eyes, "I know where to start, I know what you are becuase I know that Morana is a vampire and her second in command would only be another vampire." I replied, "It only makes sense." "I know your master is living hear beucase it my buisness to know where the vampire and other leaders are at all times. You see i may be human, but i am a better fighter then many of the vampire or lychens so I am hired by different sides at different times to spy or kill someone." I looked at Casimir and smiled, "You may think I'm tell you to much but I'm not."
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Post by lions_go_rawr on Sept 27, 2006 21:16:43 GMT -8
"The real question is," Casimir kept on going, "Whose side are you on now? You just said yourself that you are hired by all sides."
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Post by corgis4me on Sept 27, 2006 21:20:49 GMT -8
"That is for me to know and you not to find out, but i will give you a clue, your still alive right?" I replied then took a sip of my water. I looked up at Casimir and smiled. "Now my turn, how did you become Morana's second in command?"
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Post by lions_go_rawr on Sept 27, 2006 21:24:33 GMT -8
Casimir laughed at her comment. True, if she had been an enemy, he might have been dead by now.
"Second in command? That was a long time ago. Morana was in command then as she still is now. I was just another one, another person in the house. Until one night, an attack. Lychens. Everyone was dying, left and right, but I was fighting. I took down almost half of the attacking Lychens before they retreated. Morana saw this, and since she had lost her second in command during that battle, she named me that position."
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Post by corgis4me on Sept 27, 2006 21:26:31 GMT -8
"Very nice, so you are stronger then you look." I replied with an evil smile.
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Post by lions_go_rawr on Sept 27, 2006 21:31:11 GMT -8
"Looks can be decieving." Casimir said.
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Post by corgis4me on Sept 27, 2006 21:33:43 GMT -8
'You have no idea.' i thought. I smiled and raised my glass to him. I then took a sip and waited silently for him to speak The fire crackled as my eyes watched it.
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Post by lions_go_rawr on Sept 27, 2006 21:36:04 GMT -8
"So, I take it that you have seen both sides of this damn war that is going on?" Casimir asked. Odessa said she had worked for both the Dealers and the Lychens. She must have seen what had been going on
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Post by corgis4me on Sept 27, 2006 21:38:21 GMT -8
"Yes I have seen so much That it would take me a year to reciet it all back to you." I said. "Both sides are falling apart if thats what you want to know."
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Post by lions_go_rawr on Sept 27, 2006 21:40:07 GMT -8
"She has that information right," Casimir thought. He saw the strains in the side of the vampires. They were all tired of this war. Some wanted nothing of it and wanted to get out. But they couldnt
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Post by corgis4me on Sept 27, 2006 21:43:20 GMT -8
"When i see her she will learn this new information and more if the right questions are asked." I repleid with a cunning smile and took another sip of my drink
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Post by theliontamer♥ on Sept 28, 2006 16:21:22 GMT -8
OoC: Amelia....ohh I like.... okay, your opinion. what role/rank/whatnot should I play? or what are some options that you think are important?
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Post by surfrchik88124 on Sept 28, 2006 16:42:52 GMT -8
((yeah, I need help with that stuff too - no idea where to put my character or what she should be even - all I've got is a name and a basic personality to work off of))
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Post by corgis4me on Sept 28, 2006 20:36:58 GMT -8
Amelia, thats fine i just used Morana becuase we needed a name. but whatever, who is going to play Amelia? or should she be one of those charries that everyone plays
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Post by corgis4me on Oct 1, 2006 21:20:17 GMT -8
ROBBIE POST!!!!!
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Post by lions_go_rawr on Oct 1, 2006 21:33:12 GMT -8
"I dont know when she will be back," Casimir responded. "I can relay to her whatever message you have. Waiting here will not speed up the waiting process. I am, after all, her right hand man. I think I can handle what you have to tell her. And I can ask my fair share of questions."
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Post by Her Royal Highness on Oct 1, 2006 23:59:08 GMT -8
A lone sillouette moved down one of the many dark and secluded streets of the city making no sound as it passed. The figure was clad in black from head to foot, decked in high boots cuffed over at the knee and a cloak that nearly touched the ground it billowed over. While the figure had no destination, its wandering was by no means aimless. It moved from shadow to shadow with stealth and resolute purpose. To any who might have observed it, the figure may have appeared to be that of a male, though one of a smaller frame than one would expect. The individual was in truth, female. This was hidden not only by the apparel that she wore, but also by the fact that her chest was painstakingly bound. In a city whose streets were washed with blood nightly, to walk those streets after dusk was often a fatal act for just about anyone, especially for a young woman. But Cassandra was anything other than an ordinary girl. She did not walk the streets seeking danger or the thrill of a fight. There were others who were fools enough to do it for that purpose and who lost their lives brutally as a result. No. She did it as an act of rebellion. All her life, she had grown up in a society that lived in fear of the night. Those that roamed the city after dark forced them to live as cowards. In spite of this, Cassandra had grown up loving the nighttime. To her, it was a thing of beauty. Thus, the idea of anyone or anything keeping it from her as something to be feared was, to her, not to be borne. For this reason, every evening, fully armed, she defied those that selfishly claimed the night for their own by claiming it herself with each step, walking the various streets that held the city together. She refused to fear the immortals or the lychen. Let the fools waste their lives, exhaust themselves to the last with that perpetual war of theirs. So long as they left her and her loved ones alone. Let them try to come anywhere near her. She would rip them apart. She was fully capable of it. Over her cloak, across her back with sheaths crossed, were strapped two long ebony handled knives, the blades of which were of a gleaming black metal. Four small daggers of the same material were concealed on her person, one tucked within each boot and one strapped to the inside of each arm, just between the gloved hand and the elbow, with the hilt pointing down toward the wrist. For as long as she could remember, her father, a master weapons craftsman, had trained her in all the arts of the various arms he made. Under his instruction, she had become fully skilled in archery and had learned to wield all forms of blades well. Yet her weapons of choice had always been the short twin blades followed by the dagger, which she threw with aim unmatched in accuracy and precision. What appealed to her the most was the graceful stealth she achieved when wielding them. For this reason, before he had passed on, her father had forged for her as a gift the two knives that she now wore as well as the four daggers. The blackness of all six blades had been a tribute to the love he knew she held for the evening and the mysterious beauty it held for her. With them in her hands, the muteness, which by some freak of nature she had been born with, became an exquisite voice. Whenever she used them, whether in practice or in defense, her movements became a dance choreographed to her own song, a song of silence that, when sung, rang so loud, it made up for all the screams of anger, pain, hatred, and sorrow she had never been able to release vocally. As she walked, she came to the edge of the square in front of the cathedral, but remained in the shadows. There had been a fatal struggle here that night, a fact made evident by the gleam of the moonlight reflected off of the pools of blood that stained the elaborate mosaic floor. In the middle of the square, she saw someone kneeling, drawing their hands in anguish through the blood that had been spilled there not long before. As the person ran off on his or her own way, Cassandra paused briefly to consider what she had just seen. “I am not alone…” she thought. “there are others who hate all of this as much as I do.” In one quick motion, Cassandra bared her head, revealing a long mass of dark hair that now seemed black but that gleamed a deep and brilliant red in sun and firelight, and knelt to show her respect for the sacred ground that had been defiled and for lives lost. With that done, she replaced her hood and again withdrew into the shadows.
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Post by corgis4me on Oct 2, 2006 14:29:54 GMT -8
"Do you really want to know?" asked Odessa as she tucked a piece of loose hair behind her ear. She placed her glass on the table and stood up. "Well then come with me if you are so intent on learning what I must tell Amelia." She looked deeply into his eyes and smiled. But he didn't rise from his seat. Odessas smile faded, "That fine, becuase you have no choice but to come with me." She pulled out her long swords and pointed them at Casimir.
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Post by lions_go_rawr on Oct 2, 2006 17:43:26 GMT -8
Shit This was not what he had expected. Casimir should have known better to just let a stranger walk into the house and think that they were not harmful. "Fine. Just put the swords away. I really dont want to hurt you," he said seriously.
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Post by corgis4me on Oct 2, 2006 18:11:17 GMT -8
Odessa laughed at Casimir. "You think you can hurt me, your master cant even hurt me." "Besides I have more power then you know." Thia was an understatement, she was no normal human girl, weak and fragile. She was an expert swordsman and knows witchcraft, and she has many secrets. She pointed one sword at the door, "You first." She followed him out of the house and into the woods.
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