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Creative Arts and Media => Roleplay => Serious RP => Topic started by: scarypuppy on July 26, 2008, 11:25:07 PM
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This Story takes place in Modern Times.
View the city called Hmaria, a kind of crossroads city. Established by Ezekiel originally to house the darker spirits of Babylon, It now drifts between Mankind's World and the 'Felder De Ruine' as Occultist Rudolf John Gorsleben proclaimed it.
Having no definite locale of origin and rest, the city encompasses architecture from all societies of Earth, Both past and present. The City is home to the Crested 8, Ancient Royalty from across the globe who embody 8 classes of the occult.
Hmaria is the so called 'half-way' city, for its accessibility to Humans who are able to cross. The Denizens of the city have become more and more unruly as a rare event approaches, the Luna di Anima, or Moon of Blood, in which all of the earth is plummeted into the dark scarlet light of the bloodied moon as Coyolxauhqui returns to complete the destruction of the world from which her Mother had banished her.
In this time, if a being of Divine or Daemonic heritage or power were to keep Coyolxauhqui entwined with the Earth's life energy, beings meant to inhabit the dark would be free to emerge beyond their already restrained existance, or permit Man to extinguish that which has plagued their dreams for an eternity.
Talk of the Vatican preparing for this event has brought about cries for action.
as of yet, the Crested 8 has yet to take action.
Will Action be taken?
Or will all beings which claim the dark as theirs be forevermore banished by the fires of Their Doom bringers.
Descriptions: Must follow these Guidelines.
Name:
Age:
Royal Lineage: (if Any)
Breed:
Personal Information:
You can be these "Classes"
Human - Paladin, Bishop, Flagellant (Religious Self-Punishment, so a Flagellant practices this), Papal guard Necromancer or Wicken.
Vampire - Commoner, Warrior, Scribe, Musician, Archivist, Vanguard.
Lycan - Commoner, Berserker, Hunter, Scavenger, Miner, Vanguard.
Shifter - Commoner, Spy, Assassin, Dignitary, Herbalist, Vanguard.
Incubi - Commoner, Dancer, Spy, Vanguard
Succubi - Commoner, Dancer, Spy, Vanguard
Demons - Warrior, Informant, Vanguard
Siren - Informant, Spy, Vanguard.
The Human Classes typify humans able to cross.
A Commoner designation means you have no particular higher intrest.
Warrior, Berserker designations mean you are a trained soldier, ready for any threat and you serve either a well paying boss, yourself, or a Royal Family.
Scribe, Archivist, Dignitary and Informant Designations mean you are of high rank in this society, and have connections to all facets of the city.
Vanguard designation means you are a chosen guard for the Crested 8, and will sacrifice your very life for their safety.
Dancer, Spy designations mean you have no particular interests of your own but will serve other's means.
Have fun, and hopefully this will last.
any Questions, Just Ask.
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Name: Miles Phuelar
Age: 17
Royal Lineage: none
Breed: human, Lycan blood
Personal Information: is a hunter, able to switch from human form to that of a feral grey wolf at a whim.knows some basic protection and healing spells. Wears jeans and dark red button up in humn form, wears a hatchet in a hlster on his hip and a .35 revolver in a shoulder holster.
Being human in this city had it's advantages. Some cool things did happen, such as earlier this month, there were riots outside some of the Occult temples, and a few of the Catholic Churches were set to flame. One problem with it though is that he had to go to human school in the magicless world, and had to hide his true identity when there. but here in the border world, any thing goes.
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Name: Eraqio
Age: Unknown
Royal Lineage: 5th son of the Tribal Lycan lord Ah'ha'et'ne and leader of a Pack of Lycan Yahkee Indians who served and fought in the Mexican Revolution for Villa. Now claim parts of Southern California as their hunting grounds.
Breed: Lycanthrope
Personal Information: Keeping to himself a majority of the time, will usually come out of his seclusion only if the situation is dire enough. Preferring reading and music to hunting and scavenging, he is known as a more intellectual Lycan. Eraqio dresses in tight, form fitting clothing, with closely cropped hair that is spiked up and curled. His weapon of choice is an old Roman Gladius he managed to steal from a museum in the Human World.
Era grinned as he watched a group of Sirens surround a Holy party from The Human World. The Priests and Papal Guards all held their crucifixes and holy relics close, chanting prayers and continually cursing the beings around them. He walked forward and let out a challenging growl, the sirens taking notice and turning in aggravation. "Mongrel dog, leave us to our fun." "Leave them be." "Why should we comply?" "I'd rather not have to report you to the vanguard, seeing as how you are stirring up hostilities between the clergy and us." the Sirens all glowered and looked to each other, then let out a horrifying scream and quickly ascended along the nearby temple walls. The Humans gave a passive glanced towards him and a single priest, almost as an afterthought, thanked him as they continued on their way. Era sighed and slicked back his hair, "Of Course...."
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*begs master to let RP*
Name: Na'ha'nel [nah-HAH-nehl]
Age: 16
Royal Lineage: pet of Eraqio, unsure of own lineage
Breed: Shifter
Personal Information: Knows names of each family in Hmaria, most herbs you can use, little spy work here and there, and some inkling of how the creatures of the city act/live.
Na'ha'nel is a loyal pet and one of the least trackable breeds in the city.
Na'ha'nel wondered where her master was as she lay on the windowsill, waiting for him to return.
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Miles walked around near the border with the human world. "I wonder, if I should stay..."
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Name: David Solotov
Age: 19
Breed: Botched Lycan (Perpetually in his anthro form)
Royal lineage: Romanov
Class: Vanguard
Personal Information: David owes his existence to Grigori Rasputen, famed occultist to the Romanovs. When Hmaria manifested itself deep in the Ural mountain range, he saw it as his chance to harness the power of dark elements he did not understand. The seventh son of the Romanovs was cast into an impromptu gateway to Hmaria, leaving David Solotov as the unknowing representative of the Romanovs within Hmaria.
Although he is listed as a member of the Ceasars guard detail, David had never even seen the chambers of his residence. Instead he was posted to guard detail on the castle perimeter. Fortunately the weather in Hmaria was fairly agreeable today, making his usual suit of Armor much more bareable. Certainly the past days heat had been unpleasant, but at least he was able to swim at the end of his shift. Ahh, how the city must have ranked with the fabled Atlantis that day. He sighed, shutting his eyes to the passing commoners. "That I might have such luck again..." Latin, the favorite of his languages.
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Eraqio strolled along the Muslim portion of the city and took in the beautiful mosques and the eternally stocked bizarre near the emerald waters of the nearby river. He pushed his glasses further up his nose and read the numerous old world postings of the Vanguard, noticing the various warnings of punishment for crossing over to the Human world on specified dates. He bit his lip and cricked his neck, his ears bending back sharply, "Damn Dagonists.....Have to go and ruin my only days to visit Ama in Baja." He checked his watch and growled, "ah, I'm late, my pet is probably waiting." He turned sharply and ran into a cloaked Human. "Excuse me." "Be Wary." "Pardon?" the human lowered his cloak collar to show a heavilly scared face, "Be Wary of the following months....for an Aztec God is to return....to bring about our doom." "Its superstition...." He laughed and quickly walked away, glancing back only once. Era tilted his head and thought for a second, then snapped out of it and turned back to walk home, keeping a brisk pace.
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Name: Elyk Rose
Age: 23 ( but technically ancient due to his vampirism )
Royal Lineage: none, but hired by some of the highest of vampire royalty and vampire nobles
Breed: Vampire
Class: musician
Personal Information: Elyk is thin and nimble stature makes him an accomplished thief and as a musician he often sees things that happen behind the scenes of royalty and noble families. He wears dark clothing and a wide brimmed hat to protect against the sun when he is outside.
 Elyk wandered through the alleys of the Roman portion in search of a building he was directed to, in order to go there he was told he had to pass through several sections of the city. He had his dagger at ready just in case of an encounter.
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Once Antoni had relieved him David wandered the portion of Hmaria housing the classical civilizations, his rainment cast off in the barracks beforehand. The Imperial Realms extended from the Roman areas into the Greek and Egyptian quarters, though the Egyptians followed their own Ruler. Today, as always, he was awed by the transition as he passed from the great marble pillars to the sandstone monoliths, and the gold and gems that seemed almost blinding at high noon. That and the eyeliner, which never seemed in short supply among the nobility. Of course his real bussiness was with a certain arabic merchant in the Islamic markets just beyond the Temple of Ra, a preffered shortcut for Davids mid-day excursions.
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Name: Ieyosu
Age: 15
Royal Lineage: None
Breed: Vampire
Personal Information: Is prone to fits of beserk madness as his darker side takes over. Is thin (almost emaciated) and wears dark flowing robes, hiding his array of weapons. He bares a weighted chain with a metal spike on one end, a pair of auto pistols, and a Desert Eagle. Also has several throwing knives, including a pair which are spring loaded in his sleeves.
He is a bounty hunter/assassin, and delights in stealth, but is a proficent close combatant.
Ieyosu followed his target through the bustling market, his manner easy as he walked, hood up, sheilding him from the attention of on lookers. He gently pushed aside a trader, as he followed the man silently, seeping through the crowd. A gap in the crowd opened, and he quickly strode to fill it, bringing himself closer to his target. Gliding into place, he struck, a single spring laoded throwing knife, leaping into his palm, to be pushed into the base of the mans spine. He grabbed the man tightly around the wasit, and lead him to one side, into a nearby alleyway, as he stiffened in rapid rigor-mortis. Depositing the body unceremoniously, he walked back into the crowd, sliding the knife back up his sleeve, smiling as the mechanism made a faint click. He always felt happy when it made that sound.
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Elyk strode past the alleys of the Roman sector and wandered into the Egyptian sector. As he passed a few buildings a glint caught his eye it was the sight of several precious gems inlaid in the construction of a temple. " Hmm...no one would miss them if I just chiseled some off of there, " He said as he took his dagger and chiseled some gems off. "There that should pay for some things."
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Eraqio pushed his way through the crowded Egyptian portion to as he tried to make his way to the Mezzo-American portion of Hmaria. As he shouldered his way through a pair of ancient looking Shapeshifters, he noticed a Lycan at work chiseling off pieces of gems from an Egyptian temple under construction. He walked over and nudged the Lycan with his boot, "Thievery is punishable by banishment or death.....sir."
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"Huh...me stealing!? I was just merely admiring the stone work of this building and now if you excuse me I must go." He said while he slowly walked away. After he was far enough he began to run. " Whew..that was close. "
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Eraqio squinted through his glasses and took note of his dress and features, "Ah well, not my place to judge others." He turned quickly and continued on his way to his home.
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" Time to check my loot..." He checked his bag.."What the...where are my gems...crap I must have dropped them in my haste..." Elyk walked out of the alley and took his lute out and began playing it for tips.
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He fumbled with his keys as he hurried to open the door, "Forgot to feed her, she's going to be pissed...." Just then a loud Siren sounded from above, "A royal Decree?" He gazed towards the sky and saw the bloated, gaseous Yahe're that declared the word of the royal families. It opened it's fanged maw and began to speak in a calm, clear voice, "The Crested 8 has declared a state of caution; the Bloodied Moon is approaching, and as such, Human envoys to Hmaria shall increase, all citizens are warned to take no action, that is all."
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"Hm..? More human envoys? Perhaps they would appreciate some music as they pass...or maybe its a chance to practice my ehem..skills." He said to himself as he continued playing. Elyk saw a few people toss a few coins, he showed his appreciation and continued.
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Ieyosu weighed the bag of gems in his fist as he walked along. Five kilograms, he estimated. Should fecth a pretty penny at the market, and theres the price of my bounty. He slipped into an alleyway and tapped his ear stud, activating his transmitter.
"It is done" he said simply, barely a whisped, as the subvocaliser on his throat relayed the message to his handler.
"Good" came the reply, flattened and distorted by the encryption software. "The money has been wired to your account. We have a new mission for you also."
"Oh?" asked Ieyosu. "So soon?"
"Yes" came the distorted reply. "A man, the information has been download to your laptop." The line went silent. Ieyosu pulled the laptop from his bag, and fired it up. His breath caught in his throat. The deputy prime minister?
"Are you sure this information is correct?" he asked as he read, unbelieving what he read.
"Yes. He is giving a publice meeting. A Barrett .50 sniper rifle is concealed nearby, you will take the shot before his closing line." came the voice on the end of the line.
"Aye sir" replied Ieyosu, as the line went dead.
He sighed, and jumped, grabbing onto a low window ledge, and pulling himself up onto the roof.
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"Oh gods, what is it now?" He runs back to the barracks to don his armor, as this announcement simply meant overtime for him. The armor and the crimson tunic he wore underneath were updates of traditional patterns, though his weapons were not as such. Aside from his broadsword he had been issued a basic M14 assault rifle. He could have had nearly any other model, most could be fitted for an Imperial marksman, but he had chosen this one. His post during times of caution was a watchtower on the southern wall of the palace. Not comfortable, but it offered an excellent view of the Egyptian and Muslim areas. The scope aided in that regard as well. Likely this was simply a matter of royal paranoia, things always got tight around the Bloodied moon, and his orders under such circumstances were to kill anyone who is clearly a threat to the 8 or the Hmarian Government. Still, it had been decades since anyone had been that foolish.
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Elyk put away his lute and began walking towards the market with the few coins he earned. He seen several guards scrambling about with their guns. " Bah...guns...never did to good for anyone...takes no skill..just point and click, nothing like a trusty blade to make things fair." He said as he patted his blade. Elyk began browsing through the various market stalls until he came upon a small stall in a alley hidden away. This store specializes in stolen merchandise from the human world inlcuding several blades that caught his eye. "I got to get me one of those...but I need more money, perhaps I can get some quick cash soon."
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Ieyosu picked up the Barrett, and worked the action, depositing a bullet in his hand. It weighed heavily, and his hand dropped a few inches before he could compensate. Heavy bullets, he thought, pulling the clip, and slotting the bullet back in. Depleted uranium tips by the look of it. He sighed, and climbed the tower from which he would take the shot. He rested the rifle on the edge of the tower, and pulled a C4 pack out of his pocket, and taped it to the side of the rifle. After a moments though, he pulled the clip out and looked at the bullets.
"Shame" he muttred, slamming the clip back in, and and arming the C4. "They'd fetch a pretty penny."
He lowered his head to the scope, and took carefuly aim, fixing his sights on the mans head. His target was overlooking the crowd, on a riased podeum, an easy shot for a marksmen of his calibur. Ieyosu vision narrowed, following the path the bullet would take, all the way into the mans forehead. He squeezed the trigger.
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David missed the flash, but the report of a .50 calibur weapon was impossible to miss. He saw the courtyard, saw the fleeing crowd, and most importantly saw a small could of black smoke dissipating in front of a window. He fired three times quickly, with two bullets flying through the window and the third harmlessly striking the edge of the window. He had aimed low, trying to guarentee a hit. Gods, things had gone from run-of-the-mill to incredible in the blink of an eye. Hopefully the guard detail at the courtyard would be responding by now, as long as they had not been payed off. "An assassination... By Jupiter, an assassination..."
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Elyk looked behind his back as he heard the sniper's rifle go off and shots a few seconds after. "Bah...that proves my point...oh well." He said as he left the stall and began on his way. Elyk walked past several guards and the bloodied body of the assassinated man. "I hope it gets dark soon...I am getting hungry..."
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At the sound of keys jangling, Na'ha'nel ran to the door and nearly ripped it off the hinges in her haste to see Eraqio again. "Master! You're home!" She squealed, pouncing him. "Wait, why the Royal Decree?" She asked, cocking her head.
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The mans head exploded in a gory display, and Ieyosu heard a guard climbing the stairs. Carefully, laid the sniper by the top of the ladder, and drew back, pulling a detonator from his belt. A head came into view, and he pressed the button, detonating the C, and vaporising both the gun, and the man. He did not see this, for he had already jumped off the far side of the building. Landing nimbly, he swiftly departed, sparing a glance at the dead man. He touched a finger to his ear, the motion unseen under his cloak.
"Success" he said simply.
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Eraqio Petted Na and set her down, "Sorry my pet, I was enjoying the more classical European and Muslim Architecture, and as for the decree...." He walked over to his kitchen table and sorted through the numerous letters and dvd messages, "The Luna de Sangre is approaching, and the royal family is just a bi...." just then a rifle shot cracked through the quiet, and a massive hole materialized in a wall further down the hall, shattering several expensive vases. "What in God's name?" He headed towards the door and looked skywards, the blackened sun began to shrink, and the bloated Yahe're began to moan and cry, dropping their long tendrils to the ground to pull them closer to the earth, so that they could trap any trying to escape the scene of whatever had just happened. "Not good...."
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Ieyosu ran through the alleyways, closely followed by a small group of guards, too small to pin him down, but too large to fight, so he ran. Weaving through the market he grabbed a man near the edge and grabbed him, pulling him into the shadows. He bit the man, drinking a few mouthfuls of blood, reveling in the energy of the adrenaline in the mans system. The guards came into view, machine rifle's raised.
"Saty back!" spat Ieyosu, slipping someting into the man's pocket. "Or he dies." The guards stopped, and Ieyosu dragged the man around the corner, plunging his teeth into the man's neck, draining him dry. He turned and ran, senseing the men rounding the corridor to shoot at him. He weaved desperatly, trying to dodge to bullets, as they tore through the air. A single bullet grazed his leg, and he stumbled, raoroing in fury. He thumbed the detonator. The men exploded. Ieyosu vanished.
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Elyk saw in a distance a man running away from the guards and as soon as he was near enough he pointed to where the man should hide. Elyk then proceeded to play his lute innocently as guards soon passed by. " Oi..what was he thinking getting the guard's attention like that..." "Well if he was smart enough he would have took my advice and if not good luck..."
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Ieyosu continued on his path, diving up a rooftop, not trusting the man who pointed out directions to him, for if you trust in his line of work, you surely die.
Normally.
A fist slammed into his face, and he fell to the floor, the drop winding him, and breaking two of his ribs. The guard moved in, hoping to catch him in his weakened state, and two of their number fell, grasping knives in their throats, before Ieyosu passed out. Roughyl dragging him, and their fallen away, the guards headed to the centre of the city. As Ieyosu's vision darkened, he realised he had failed. It was the last thought to chase round his head, before his head lolled, and his eyes closed.
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David reached the courtyard and began directing the populous. "All citizens, please clear the area! Remain calm, and return to your homes now!" He repeated his message in Latin, Arabic, egyptian, and French. Other guards spoke English, that Germanic tongue that so completely eluded him. The orator, whomever he had been, was obviously now far removed from the land of the living, and smoke poured from the hole in a wall that had until recently been a window. He could only hope one of his shots had struck the assailant.
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Ieyosu came to in a heavy stone cell, and jumped to his feet, screaming as his ribs grated under his skin. Some one ahd bandaged his chest and releived him of his weapons, and he instantly missed their comforting weight. He had been all but stripped, only permitted to retain his trousers. He rubbed his shoulder blades, reaching under his arm pits, as if he were just scratching his back. He smiled breifly as he felt the blade beneath his skin, and the small pouch on the other shoulder blade. Taking a deep breath, he scratched hard on his shoulder, drawing blood. Gritting his teeth, he slashed again, emitting a faint whimper of pain. He felt the point of the blade, protruding from his skin, and grasped it.
They wouldnt keep him in the cell forever.
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Elyk shook his head as he heard a commotion down the street. "Apparently he didn't trust me. Oh well, I bet he is having fun in prison..." " Hmm..perhaps I can get some more money if I head towards the courtyard near the prison. The convicted usually bring in the crowd..." Elyk said as he began heading towards the prison district.
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The guard rounded the corner, and made for the cell door. He carried a pair of manacles in one hand, and a taser in the other, and he wasnt in a good mood. He had to transfer the prisoner to a higher security cell block, and it didnt feel like a great thing to do, seeing as the..... thing, had killed several men already, and he was the only guard to be transfering it. It seemed unsafe to his mind, but he had no choice, it was this, or he would be fired. He rounded the coner to the cell, and reached for the cell viewing slit.
Ieyosu had just finished removing the pouch from his shoulder, and was applying the explosive from inside it to the door lock. The viewing slit snapped back, and a mans face appeared, man inches from his own. The face recoiled slightly, but composed itself quickly.
"Step away from the door" it commanded. "I'm coming in, and i dont want to hurt you."
"No dice" replied Ieyosu with an evil grin. "How about, you let me out, or you die, and i get out anyway." The man laughed, and threw his head back. After a moment he looked back down, still chuckling to himself.
"And how are you going to do tha-" The knife entered between his eyes, and the body fell. The lock blew, and Ieyosu leaped into the hallway. Reclaiming his knife, he threw it at a second guard further down the corridor, dropping him to the floor before he realised what was happening. He fed on both, then took their weapons, the supplies, the uniform off one, and then hid the bodies in the cell. He walked off down the corridor, and trusted his disguise to get him out. At a suitbale distance away from his cell, he stopped a guard and asked:
"Where are the vampires weapons being kept? I have been ordered to take them, and him to a higher security cell." The guard nodded, and gave him directions.
"My thanks" replied Ieyosu, and walked to the store room. It felt good to his his blades back under his arms. He moved quickly to get out, for he felt his blood begining to seep through the uniform. He would be found out soon.
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Na'ha'nel shivered and yelped at the rifle crack. "What happened now?" She asked quietly, hiding behind Era as she peeked through his legs. She was in her feral form right now, a sleek black panther with glowing green eyes. Her tail flicked back and forth rapidly as she listened for more violence.
After a while, she eased in front of her master, bent on protecting him and watched the Yah're attack with her front paws spread to steady her.
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Ieyosu discared the rifle, and dashed through the door, over the dead bodies of the guard, his blades jumping into his hands. before him there was a black panther, and another humanoid standing behind it. He weighed up his options, then decided to run. Tossing a knife at the man, he ran to the side, and dived out of a window, not looking to see if the knife hit. He plummeted a few floors, before grabbing the side of the bulding and coming to a sharp halt. His arm dislocated, but he gritted his teeth, and dropped further to the floor. Landing nimbly, he slammed his arm onto the floor, relocating it with a sickening crack . Screaming in agony, he grabbed a nearby guard, and fed, before fleeing into the town.
He was long gone before reinforcements came.
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Elyk walked a little bit further to get into the courtyard when he seen the man that was caught earlier dashing away, Elyk ignored him and went a few steps more when a knife hit the back where his lute was. Elyk froze for a second and then turned to see his beloved lute was impaled but had saved his life. "I have a feeling that wasn't supposed to hit me...that man has problems..." He said as he took the knife out and pocketed it. He then looked around him and seen that everyone was looking at him.
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Ieyosu was relaxing in his safehouse, bandaging his shoulders, when the call came through.
"You made it out then" stated the flat voice in his headset.
"Aye" he replied, frustrated.
"The money has been wired" replied his msytery accomplice, reading the mood correctly, and closing the conversation. Ieyosu snarled in frustration, realising he had lost that bag of gems. Then he shrugged as he realised the latest boutny was probably twenty times the value of the gems.
Finishing his bandaging, he dropped to his bed, and fell asleep.