Wyverns Mate (The Main thread)
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				Title: <strong>Wyverns Mate (The Main thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>undisclosedtoyou</strong> on <strong>28-10-2009, 08:51:16</strong>
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				<div align="center">Sin 'Subject 001' Chevalier: walking the streets of London: Night.</div><br>London was said to be a thriving and busy city, but even in London there where down times, when city streets remained bathed in shadow, and completely still.&nbsp; These areas where, to be fair in the richer areas of the city, but they where also a dangerous place for those who chose to trudge along the side walks alone.&nbsp; There where still those that stalked these neighborhoods, looking for a defenseless looking mark, the reasoning being that, those who walked these streets must belong to them, and if that was the case than they should be carrying something valuable on them.&nbsp; These thief's and pick pockets stayed behind towering trees, hidden behind shadows with sharp eyes, and even sharper weapons.<br><br>It wasn't a particularly odd thing that Sin found himself walking the streets at night, no this was how he spent most of his sleepless nights, but what was odd was the way Sin kept his face down, as if he where in great thought.&nbsp; Occasionally he would jostled out of his wanderings, by a rude pedestrian, or soliciting...lady. But in those instances he would just look blankly at them, for a moment allowing his eyes to study the disturbance before dismissing them all together and continuing on his way.&nbsp; <br><br>Tonight, he was pondering the reason why people tended to gather in places with loud music and blinding lights.&nbsp; He knew the mechanics of it, obviously there was some enjoyment behind all the writhing and flailing of limbs, and he could even admit that some sounds that where blared out where enjoyable.&nbsp; But still...it seemed like a great mystery, about how these places came to be.&nbsp; <br><br>It was completely by accident that he had found himself stumbling through the doors of what had looked like an abandoned factory.&nbsp; Some boy, no older than sixteen, wearing a pair of leather pants,a fishnet top, and long leather boots, had wrapped an arm around his shoulders, and started talking to him.&nbsp; He knew what the boy was doing, since flirting had been discussed to him by one of his guardians.&nbsp; But the reason why this boy would aim it at him had caused him some confusion, he was male, therefor the rites of mating should be shown to a fertile female.&nbsp; But non the less he hadn't found the situation to be as distasteful as some of his encounters with females had been, and as such allowed the boy to lead him to their destination.&nbsp; When the large metal doors to the factory had opened, loud pounding music had engulfed him.&nbsp; <br><br>It was mere moments later when he realized that the boy had gone, and he was surrounded by pulsating noise, and steamy bodies imitating oddly erotic mating moves.&nbsp; He also noticed that the majority of people there where male, and wearing leather. The temperature steadily climbed, which didn't bother him, but that combined with the incessant loud noise, and the occasional touches from people he didn't know had him desperate to leave.&nbsp; Leaving as he would later think on, wasn't as easy as it seemed, and it took all of forty minutes to push his way out.&nbsp; He actually breathed a sigh of relief when he was out side, and he quickly moved away from the looming threat of being once again pulled into a place that intimidated him so.&nbsp; <br><br>And that had been a good three hours ago, he had been so deep in thought that he didn't realize until it was too late that he didn't know where he was, although his surroundings looked anything but suspicious.&nbsp; In fact it reminded him of....well something he couldn't quite place his mind on yet.&nbsp; He looked about, his mind still muggy from his musings, when a soiled and slightly rancid smelling hand pulled him into a rather private area hidden by shadows, and bush.&nbsp; The hand he found was connected to an equally dirty arm, and a malnourished body, encased in ragged clothing four sizes too big for the aging and bearded man.&nbsp; His hand was still clutching Sins leather jacket, and his toothless grin didn't match the malice that shone from this strangers eyes.&nbsp; Sin for a moment, allowed his eyes to take in the man, and than allowed his mind to take in the situation, and if it weren't for the knife the man held close to his throat, well than he would have just treated it as a new experience, and nothing more.&nbsp; But he could feel the jagged edge of the blade pushing against the skin of his throat, and something inside of him was....released.&nbsp; He could feel one part of his mind go fuzzy, and another part go sharp, and while he knew that he hadn't changed form, there was still steam rising from his skin, steam so hot that the man had to jump back to keep from getting burned.&nbsp; <br><br>He hit the floor with a thud, looking up at his poorly chosen mark, who had suddenly changed so much from the defenseless boy he had been sized up to be.&nbsp; Sins eyes shined silver in the dark, his pupils dilating into slits that gave him an eerily demonic quality.&nbsp; The hairs all over the mistaken thief stood on end, and pushed his way up against a tree, trying desperately to get away.&nbsp; Sin watched him, like a predator watched prey, waiting for the man to make a move.&nbsp; His muscles where taunt, and something primal and threatening escaped his mouth, coming out in a growl that reverberated inside of the humans mind.&nbsp; It was that growl that had the man dropping his weapon and fleeing the scene, a sharp scream issuing from his mouth.<br><br>The moment the blade was dropped, was the moment Sins eyes went back to normal, and he had to shake his head to get rid of the acidic after taste of violence.&nbsp; Moments like these where not new to him, but they left an unsettling feeling of distaste in the pit of his belly.&nbsp; As he stumbled slightly away, the stray thought that he had to categorize and memorize this encounter made him wide eyed, and rushing to sniff his way back to the small motel room he was currently living in so that he could write everything down.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Weyverns Mate (The Main thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kathadon</strong> on <strong>28-10-2009, 13:37:03</strong>
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				With a loud chime the door to the run down pawn shop closed behind Kenneth. The young Irishman paused bathed in the harsh neon glow of the open sign, quickly thumbing through the wad of bills he had earned hawking the jewelry he had filched earlier that day. With a smirk he stuffed the eight hundred pounds carelessly into the pocket of his long overcoat, amused by the thought of the surprise awaiting the wealthy actor who he had impersonated returning to his suite to find his baubles missing. Fishing a crumpled pack of cigarettes from his pocket he began to beat a steady rhythm on his palm as he straddled his motorcycle.<br><br>“Serves the bastard right.” Kenneth smiled as he plucked a fag from the pack. “Never leave home with sumthin’ ya canna live without, Da always said.” Cupping his hand in front of his mouth a bright green flame flickered into life, igniting the end of his cigarette. Taking a deep drag he let the acrid smoke fill his lungs before exhaling slowly. Small concise rings floated lazily into the air as he twisted the key in the ignition. With a throaty roar the old bike kicked over and Kenneth spread his long coat out behind him before barreling off into the London night. Seeking bevies and beauties to spend his hard earned quid on.<br>
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				Post by: <strong>thebobmaster</strong> on <strong>28-10-2009, 18:30:39</strong>
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				Good old England. It had been a while since Sharla had last walked the streets of London. She breathed in the fine scent of the city, laughing quietly as she feels the pounds within her coat. It had been far, far too easy for her to take that man's money. One shapeshift into his lover and it was a piece of cake from there. He was probably still tied to the bed, waiting for her to come in.<br><br>Morphing back to her preferred look, she walked to the River Thames, staring into the sky. Humans were far too simplistic, it seemed. Too easy to manipulate. Luckily, she was anything but human. Now dragons...they were a lot more interesting. After several moments of contemplation, she head to the nearest shop. As much as humans were easy to manipulate, they sure made good tea.
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				Post by: <strong>Treena</strong> on <strong>01-11-2009, 18:05:43</strong>
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				Nerina loved the night air in England she had only movd here from the US, six months ago for a job. Tonight she was leaveing a costume party dressed as a dral fairy. It was late and dark and she probably should have not been walking alone but she just wantd to see the stars and smell the fresh air alone, when suddenly her arm is grabbed and she is dragged into an ally. <br><br>There were three maybe four men looking at her hungrily. They didn't think to cover her mouth until she let out a loud shrill scream.One of them comes behind her and places hus hand ocer her mouth. She recognized them from the costume party but they all wore masks. At this point they started to undress her fear ran through her eyes, as she tryed to fight them and bite the one whos hand was overt her mouth. They only chuckled at her and continued to unlace her corset. She only prayed that there was someone who could save her from this fate.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Weyverns Mate (The Main thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chea</strong> on <strong>03-11-2009, 05:49:25</strong>
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				Celica stood at her window deciding whether or not to go on an evening jog something she'd done regularly in her hometown of Merida, Spain. London was much colder than her homeland, but she'd grown so accustomed to evening jogs that the temperature difference soon mattered little in her mind.<br><br>She pulled out her sweat shirt and pants, quickly through them on an was almost ready....she just needed her running shoes. After a few minutes of retracing her steps, she stumbled upon her shoes and was now set. She popped her Ipod headphones into her ears and was on her way.<br><br>Celica secured her door and made sure it was locked, then she set a rather brisk but relaxing jogging pace for herself. As she went several men attempted to empress her by keeping up with her, which none of them did for more than a few mins. She ignored all the other evening joggers who challenged her, simply wishing not to be disturbed. <br><br>Upon seeing bench she decided take a brake and took a moment to glance at her watch. To her suprise she'd been running of twenty minutes straight.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Weyverns Mate (The Main thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>undisclosedtoyou</strong> on <strong>03-11-2009, 10:38:42</strong>
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				Before Sin made it to his room, a shrill ring broke the almost obscene noised coming from the room next to his.&nbsp; Silence, and than it rank again.&nbsp; It took him more than a moment to realize that it was the cell phone Diedrich had given him, when he had left to go off into the middle of the crazy, and sometimes dirty streets of London. Digging into his Jacket, it took him less time than expected to fish out the small, silver call.&nbsp; Flipping it open, he heard breathing on the other end, completely male, and completely familiar to his fine tuned ears.&nbsp; Than a whispered word was given, something in Polish.<br><br>"przemawiają"&nbsp; Sin could feel the air coming out ragged from somewhere within his throat, and he swallowed down his sudden bout of surprise and nervousness.&nbsp; It took him a moment to remember that it was his turn to speak, and he cleared his throat to speak the Russian that was expected of him.<br><br>"Я здесь служить радетель отца."&nbsp; His words where simple, 'I am here to serve Father Guardian.'&nbsp; They where words he had practiced a million times in front of a mirror in his tiny, yet utilitarian white room, back at the place of his creation.&nbsp; He had been told in stern tones that if he where to be contacted for work, to expect the odd back and forth, the odd mixture of Polish and Russian had confused him for only a moment before he had shrugged it off.&nbsp; He had also been told of a dozen other odd communications, all with different meanings, but they had all equaled the same thing in his young mind, they where all words that told him that he was dealing with friends.<br><br>So he listened to the ragged, almost too gruff voice on the other end, savoring the feelings the tone and pitch produced in his body, this man was one of a few that where in essence his family, or at the very least something close to family.&nbsp; He was given clear and straight forward directions, the names of people and places imprinting themselves into his brain.&nbsp; He had been given a job, one of his firsts, and yet not his first, it would be another trial, but one he was prepared for.&nbsp; But than again, the assassination of one of the leaders within the the Black Dragons regimes was not necessarily an easy thing, it was a good thing for Sin that the idea of impossibilities hadn't stuck in his mind of things that needed to be remembered.&nbsp; He whistled to himself, thinking back on his first job, the heat and boil of arson on his skin, the blaze of licking flames flowing over his skin, beckoning him to join them in their odd reckless dance of destruction.<br><br>Shaking himself out of his musings, he sauntered over to the pub on the corner.&nbsp; He had found that while it wasn't empty, neither was it ever filled, and the food was decent, not that he needed to eat it...but he enjoyed it non the less.&nbsp; Time was needed to plan, but he didn't have much of that, so he settled with smoothing out the hard angles of the plan already told to him. The only question was how would he get close enough to stick the mark hard, how would he get close enough to kill?
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				Post by: <strong>Eclipsed Northern Star</strong> on <strong>04-11-2009, 16:27:34</strong>
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				It was cool in the evening but that didn't seem to really bother Anita as she sat on her balcony of her home. Her father had made them move here and she now had two weeks of workouts to catch up on. She was meditating now as she sat crosslegged in the early night. She was not sure what to expect while she was working out. <br><br>As Anita sat there she centered herself trying trying not to have such a violent tendency as she had been having when she was living in the states. She didn't want to drive away everyone but sometimes there was little one could do when many people pissed you off. She soon was relaxed and stood up then started her work out.
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				Post by: <strong>Duchess</strong> on <strong>04-11-2009, 19:09:56</strong>
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				‘Save yourself!!!!’<br><br>&nbsp;Lyric almost fell off the couch, cold sweat running down her forehead. Grabbing the leather, her nails digging deep in it and closed her eyes.&nbsp; If she had a heart beat it must be ready to jump out of her chest. The same dream night in night out. fearful red burning eyes with an evil grin on its hideous face. Only its eyes were haunting her memories still.<br><br>She couldn’t rest and needed some fresh air to clear her thoughts.<br>&nbsp;Lyric didn’t want to sleep or rest her body and decided to go have a drink and maybe find a delectable source providing the decadent nectar. <br>As soon she opens her office door the muscular gorillas guarding her door straighten their back and stare quietly at her. These men she selected herself for their wit and strength.<br><br>&nbsp;From the time she took place on the top of the council, she was a constant target. Many didn’t agree with her rules and neither with the fact that she was a woman. The council was still very old fashion and didn’t like her modernizing of the council. She disagreed with the boring rules and no excitement at all but she was still young and didn’t understand much. Lyric had so much to learn still but she wasn’t going to leave no one sees her break down and humiliate herself.<br><br>Lyric dismissed the guards and took her car; she didn’t need company, not tonight. A simple glass of beer in the pub nearby will relax her mind.<br>
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				Post by: <strong>The Great Triangle</strong> on <strong>26-11-2009, 06:33:32</strong>
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				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=51218.msg2403360#msg2403360">Quote from: Treena on 01-11-2009, 18:05:43</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">Nerina loved the night air in England she had only moved here from the US, six months ago for a job. Tonight she was leaving a costume party dressed as a dral fairy. It was late and dark and she probably should have not been walking alone but she just wantd to see the stars and smell the fresh air alone, when suddenly her arm is grabbed and she is dragged into an ally. <br><br>There were three maybe four men looking at her hungrily. They didn't think to cover her mouth until she let out a loud shrill scream.One of them comes behind her and places hus hand ocer her mouth. She recognized them from the costume party but they all wore masks. At this point they started to undress her fear ran through her eyes, as she tryed to fight them and bite the one whos hand was overt her mouth. They only chuckled at her and continued to unlace her corset. She only prayed that there was someone who could save her from this fate.<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>On a nearby road, Kent Relian was driving his Ferrari with one hand, his other hand slugging back a bottle of Vodka.&nbsp; The muscular blonde defense contractor was wearing a white suit, complemented by a crimson red tie.&nbsp; As the sound of the engine howled through the streets, the dragon in the body of a snake curled around his neck heard the scream, and whispered for him to change his course, intending to see a fun trick.&nbsp; Tann Rinn Mitoga brushed against his ear with her tail, subtly signaling for him to start his berserk fury.<br><br>While the thugs closed their net around Nerina, a squeal of brakes howled through the alley, as Kent's Ferrari streaked around the corner while the lobbyist himself jumped out the passenger window.&nbsp; The uncontrolled car flew through the air, and grabbed one of the thugs like the metal hand of death before slamming him into the wall, turning him into a fine red paste as broken glass flew through the alley, alerting the entire neighborhood with a sickening crunch.&nbsp; Before the remaining three thugs could even react, Kent's revolver was out, and two of the would be rapists discovered, much to their dismay, they had hollow point bullets shattering to pieces and exploding into shards inside their skulls.&nbsp; Mixed with the rubber of their masks, the thug's brains splattered across the alley, covering Nerina and the last remaining thug in gore, the poor man's fingers still fumbling with Nerina's corset.<br><br>Tann Rinn curled around Kent's neck, cutting off his airflow.&nbsp; "You left one aliiiiiive!"&nbsp; She hissed, tongue flicking across the side of Kent's head.&nbsp; "I've got something special in mind."&nbsp; Kent whispered, a slight smile on his face as a third bullet left his gun.&nbsp; It bounced off the gutter, slamming into the brick wall of the alley and colliding with the back of the thug's knee, causing his leg to bend at an unnatural angle as the bullet passed through his entire leg, hamstringing him completely.&nbsp; A fourth bullet left the gun, piercing the fuel tank of the ruined car now compressed against the wall.&nbsp; Gasoline leaked into the alley, while another bullet exploded the bottle of vodka still left in the passenger seat, spraying the crippled rapist with high proof alcohol.<br><br>Kent Relian had a wide grin on his face as he stared down at the crippled man, watching gasoline flow towards him.&nbsp; "One bullet left."&nbsp; He said, grin going wider.&nbsp; "Where do you want it?"&nbsp; He asked, clutching his smoking gun, fingers caressing it like it was a woman.&nbsp; His thumb pressed against the hammer, clicking it into place while a finger fondled the trigger.&nbsp; Meanwhile, Tann Rinn Mitoga stared at Nerina with her intense blue eyes, tongue flicking out to taste her scent, even as the wyrm relaxed its grip around Kent's neck.&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Weyverns Mate (The Main thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Treena</strong> on <strong>26-11-2009, 06:45:45</strong>
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				Nerina only fell to her knees as the scene unfolded before her. Her hand reached for her hidden boot dagger. She had some fear on her face but she was not sure what this man would do when he was done. She didn't take martial arts and gymnastics for nothing. She didn't mind the blood all over her body either. She just was trying to piece together this whole damn mess unfolding before her.
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				Post by: <strong>The Great Triangle</strong> on <strong>26-11-2009, 07:09:31</strong>
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				Kent stalked towards Nerina, a broad grin on his face as he fired his gun a final time, piercing the shoulder of his victim, leaving him to bleed, and discouraging him from continuing to reach for whatever he was going for.&nbsp; In the same motion, he drew a pack of cigarettes and a lighter from his jacket, extruding two cigarettes from the pack.&nbsp; <br><br>"Want a smoke?"&nbsp; The strange man asked, his snake looking out from the collar of his shirt.&nbsp; Before even waiting for an answer from Nerina, he gently placed a cigarette between her lips, leaning down to her level, his face grinning broadly as a schoolboy.&nbsp; He placed a cigaretted between his own lips, reaching out towards one of Nerina's hands.
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				Post by: <strong>Treena</strong> on <strong>26-11-2009, 07:22:48</strong>
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				Nerina slid her hand back and kept her eyes on him. She took the other hand and takes out the cigerette. "I appreciate the help but I don't smoke." She stands up slowly never looking away. "Quite a mess you made here." She laughs softly as she puts the knife in her belt loop and reties her corset up. "I thank you once again sir, but I am not sure how to reapy you kindness." She tosses some of her loose hair back behind her shoulder.
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				Post by: <strong>The Great Triangle</strong> on <strong>26-11-2009, 07:32:26</strong>
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				Kent raised the lighter to his face, and lit up a cigarette.&nbsp; He held the little flame, grinning while the red bud of his cigarette contrasted against the brilliant blue of Tann Rinn's eyes.&nbsp; "Run like hell."&nbsp; Kent said, in answer to Nerina's question.&nbsp; The lighter dropped towards the ground, while Kent began to dash off, heading down into the darkness of the alley, jumping up to a nearby fire escape and pulling the ladder down as he scambled up.&nbsp; For a moment, time seemed to freeze, and the gasoline quivered in anticipation of the flame about to complete its purpose.&nbsp; The gasoline lapped up around the crippled thug in a shallow pool, leaving little certain escape except upwards.
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				Post by: <strong>Treena</strong> on <strong>26-11-2009, 07:39:32</strong>
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				Nerina got up and ran like there was no tommorrow. When she was a safe distance away she took in a breath and watched the explostion. Damn it was gorgeous. She slid the knife from her back and put it in her boot again. She did not see where the stranger that had saved her went. She looked around cautiously but still did not see where he may have gotten to. "Hey you still around." She shook off the erie feeling that she was haveing though and waited for a response.
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				Post by: <strong>The Great Triangle</strong> on <strong>26-11-2009, 07:53:50</strong>
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				Kent descended from a nearby rooftop like a bolt from the sky, slowing his descent by dropping from ledge to ledge, finally dropping on one knee before Nerina, a few blood spatters marring his suit.&nbsp; "I saw the fires of hell reflected in your eyes."&nbsp; &nbsp;The strange man commented, licking a bit of blood off his lips.&nbsp; "What did you do to deserve being in that situation?&nbsp; Otherthan have big boobs, that is."&nbsp; Kent commented, rising to his feet and jabbing Nerina's left breast with his thumb.
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				Post by: <strong>Treena</strong> on <strong>26-11-2009, 08:02:38</strong>
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				"Since when did haveing A cups become big breasts." She slaps his hand away. "I was at a masqerade ball and won sexiest costume if you must know." She was still trying to figure out what the strange feeling she was getting was all about. "Plus what are doing out her with that." She points at his now missing gun. She was still getting acustomed to the british laws. "Damn I knew I was going to get into some kind of trouble tonight." She looked at her watch to late to call and tell her roomate that she going to be late. "I need a drink, Know and good bars by chance." She half smiled at him.
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				Post by: <strong>The Great Triangle</strong> on <strong>26-11-2009, 08:24:41</strong>
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				Kent smiled, wrapping an arm behind Nerina's back and guiding her path.&nbsp; "Life is a lot easier when you don't have to do everything legally."&nbsp; He said simply, giving Nerina a gentle yet, in the cirumstances, threatening squeeze.&nbsp; He was like a predator catching its prey, curling around her with the gentle love of an anaconda strangling a deer.&nbsp; "The best drinks are in hell.&nbsp; But I doubt you'd follow me there."&nbsp; The strange man whispered, grinning like a cheshire cat.&nbsp; "I've got a supply of alcohol at work."&nbsp; Kent offered, sliding in close around Nerina and taking a couple of steps back from her.&nbsp; 
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				Post by: <strong>Treena</strong> on <strong>26-11-2009, 08:29:12</strong>
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				Nerina turned around slowly. "I sure I wouldn't follow you either as for your work I was thinking more along the lines of a pub in a public place. No offense but I hardly know you. Granted you saved my life,,," She looked at her feet. If she needed to she was sure that she could get out of this. 
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				Post by: <strong>The Great Triangle</strong> on <strong>26-11-2009, 08:45:45</strong>
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				Kent nodded and closed his eyes.&nbsp; "Do you have a decent evening dress?"&nbsp; He asked, sizing up the girl before him.&nbsp; "Get yourself cleaned up and into an evening dress, then meet me at West Street.&nbsp; We're going to L'Atelier de Joel Robuchon."&nbsp; It was one of the most expensive and exclusive restaurants in London, and the primary eatery of its celeberty chef.&nbsp; Tann Rinn Mitoga slid out over Kent's shoulder and jumped onto Nerina's shoulders, curling about her neck.&nbsp; "Would you mind looking after my pet snake on your way?"&nbsp; Kent asked, giving Nerina a slight bow.
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				Post by: <strong>Treena</strong> on <strong>26-11-2009, 09:13:39</strong>
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				Nerina smiled softly. She looked at the snake and smiles. "Sure I have no problem with that, Its the least I can do." She curtsies. After they part ways she heads to her apartment. When she got there she quietly walks in so not to disturb her roommate and heads to the washroom. "I hope you don't mind me putting you down while I clean abit." She strips out of her bloody clothes and heads to the closet in her room. She pulls out a blue dress with no back and fell to her feet. She hangs it on the bathroom door and slides into the shower. She turns on the water and relaxs under the warm water. After about five minutes she drys off and blow drys her hair before slipping into the dress. Her ears aren't pierced so she doesn't put on any jewelry. She only puts on a light shade of lipstick and smiles. "I hope you are not upset with me." She picks the snake once more and lets her get comfortable on her shoulders. Before leaveing she grabs a hand bag and puts her boot knife in it and slips into her matching high heels. She heads back out and to the meeting spot.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Weyverns Mate (The Main thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Great Triangle</strong> on <strong>26-11-2009, 09:41:13</strong>
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				Tann Rinn Mitoga slithered slowly around the apartment, eyes darting about while her tongue tasted the air in the apartment, almost as if searching for something.&nbsp; The snake's eyes casted over Nerina's nude body as she stepped into the shower, curling in the corner.&nbsp; When Nerina placed Tann Rinn on her shoulders, the wyvern nuzzled her affectionately, only to crawl down her back and grab the boot knife out of her high heels, snapping the knife into a nearby wall.&nbsp; The snake, almost with a look of smug happiness, crawled back up Nerina's body, giving her a couple of licks.&nbsp; <br><br>A honk came from the street, revealing that a taxi had pulled up to her apartment.&nbsp; Tann Rin's tail pointed Nerina towards the exit of her apartment, while the snake's head brushed gently against her skin.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Weyverns Mate (The Main thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Treena</strong> on <strong>26-11-2009, 17:47:24</strong>
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				Merina smiles and heads into the taxi. "To the restaraunt L'Atelier de Joel Robuchon please." She admired the snake and how beautiful she was. "I am glad you are not upset with me. You are so pretty I never seen such a beautiful pattern on a snake before. Of course snakes make me nervous but I don't know there is something different about you." She smiles as she pets the snake softly the whole cab ride.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Weyverns Mate (The Main thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Great Triangle</strong> on <strong>26-11-2009, 19:15:40</strong>
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				The snake gently hissed into Nerina's ear, sending a strange shiver of inexplicable pleasurable sensations through her, as if a hand was stroking her back and massaging her in soft, socially unnaceptable places all at the same time.&nbsp; The taxi driver was a pale, blonde girl who looked like a pixie, all short hair and terrifyingly blue eyes.&nbsp; She didn't look all that different from Nerina, aside from having much paler skin and hair.&nbsp; The taxi shot off like a rocket, cleaving through lanes of traffic like a maniac through horny teenagers.&nbsp; The lights of the city flew past Nerina, sights unseen as the taxi casually disregarded traffic laws in search of its appointment.<br><br>After a few long, terrifying minutes, the car reached its destination, and the driver pulled the emergency brake, sending the car into a controlled spin which culimated in a perfect paralell park.&nbsp; The driver bounded out, and opened up the door to the taxi, letting Nerina make her entrance through a cloud of smoke off the tires.&nbsp; Beyond the veil of smoke, Kent Relian leaned against the wall, casually grinning with the grace of a tiger.&nbsp; "Glad you made it."&nbsp; The canny defense contracter said simply, flipping a coin into the air and catching it like a dapper wolf of the 20s.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Weyverns Mate (The Main thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Treena</strong> on <strong>26-11-2009, 19:41:51</strong>
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				Merina had her eyes closed through out the ride as her felt sensations like never before. When they arrive she steps out and smiles at her date. "Good evening." She curtsies slughtly and places her hand up to let Tann Rinn Mitoga wrap down her arm and to Kent. "I enjoyed her company very much." Her smile sort of fades into a more conservative look. She didn't want to seem to overly happy though she did like this man who had saved her life.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Weyverns Mate (The Main thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Great Triangle</strong> on <strong>26-11-2009, 22:14:23</strong>
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				Kent Relian gingerly took the snake from Nerina, gently letting it crawl back around his neck.&nbsp; "I'm glad."&nbsp; He said, forcefully taking Nerina by the arm and getting his own arm around her back.&nbsp; Suddenly gentle again, he elbowed his way through a crowd of papparazi, walking through their camera flashes.&nbsp; The pair entered the restaurant, and Kent waved his way past the Maitre'd with a few pointed phrases in French.&nbsp; They were quickly led to the inner sanctum of the restaurant, a long square counter around the kitchen of the Atelier.&nbsp; <br><br>Kent quickly introduced himself to the chef in French, then struck up a short conversation in German with the diners next to him.&nbsp; Turning around briefly, he had another exchange in Japanese, followed by a somewhat strangely long discussion in Esperanto with a rather swarthy looking American.&nbsp; Nerina was left sitting at the counter, when one of the chefs approached her.&nbsp; "What would you like, love?"&nbsp; He asked somewhat informally, while sharpening a knife.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Weyverns Mate (The Main thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Treena</strong> on <strong>27-11-2009, 20:31:39</strong>
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				Nerina was beginning to worry what she was getting herself into. When Kent wasn't paying attention she sent her room mate Anita a text. It read 'Sorry I came and went with out saying a word to you. Was in a rush had a date. Don't worry about the blood stained clothes long story. Meet me at the bar later and will tell you more. Call Celica we need to talk. T2yl.' She puts her phone away just as the chef walks over and asks for her order. "Yes I would like a 12 ounce steak medium well, boiled red potatoes, and a ceaser salad." She smiles softly at the chef.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Weyverns Mate (The Main thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Great Triangle</strong> on <strong>28-11-2009, 01:12:05</strong>
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				The chef laughed a bit, then got to work on a salad, marinating a high quality steak with top shelf wine, and generally trying to make the meal worth the hundreds of dollars it cost.&nbsp; "How old are you?"&nbsp; Kent asked, passing Nerina a glass of wine that even smelled expensive, while he received a plate of something mysterious, dark, and possibly foul.&nbsp; "I'm 45 myself."&nbsp; Kent admitted, sipping from his wine, before turning around and ordering a couple of bottles.&nbsp; Nobody at the restaurant ever mentioned price, yet he had ordered a 1920s vintage.&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Weyverns Mate (The Main thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Treena</strong> on <strong>28-11-2009, 01:16:25</strong>
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				Nerina was shocked by his age. "I am !8. I would have never thought you to be that old." She takes a sip of the wine. "Wow this is realy nice." Her blue eyes seemed to soften as the night went on. She relaxed more in his cpmpany but still couldn't quite put her finger on it.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Weyverns Mate (The Main thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Great Triangle</strong> on <strong>28-11-2009, 01:46:03</strong>
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				Dinner passed by like a blur, as plates of incomprehensibly delicious food passed in front of Nerina.&nbsp; A few hours later, Kent picked up the check, which seemed to be composed entirely of four digit numbers.&nbsp; "I'd like to see you this saturday.&nbsp; There will be a cab over to pick you up at noon."&nbsp; Kent said, phrasing the request like she didn't have any sort of choice at all.&nbsp; "The cab will contain a dress.&nbsp; I'm going to have it custom tailored for you."&nbsp; Kent took Nerina by the hand and walked her out of the restaurant, leading her out to where the same cab was pulling up.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Weyverns Mate (The Main thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Treena</strong> on <strong>28-11-2009, 01:55:54</strong>
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				Nerina smiles at him as they walk out. "Ok. I will meet you then." She really had no idea what she seemed to have gotten herself into now. Before she got into the cab she looks into his eyes and then kisses him on the cheek. "Thank you for a lovely time and for saveing my life." Some part of her didn't want the night to end. Of course she still had to meet her friends and tell them about the great time she had with this wonderful man. Deep down she knew that there had to be something about him, something that was out of the ordinary yet she couldn't put a finger on it.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Weyverns Mate (The Main thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Great Triangle</strong> on <strong>28-11-2009, 03:12:33</strong>
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				Kent pulled out a measuring tape and started taking Nerina's measurements before leaving her, a tiny blush coming to his cheeks when she kissed him.&nbsp; Kent's strong hands slid all over Nerina like she was a doll, gingerly holding her body in place while the tape swept across her important areas, around her waist, around her breasts, down her arms...&nbsp; In just a few minutes, it seemed that kent had touched every part of her.&nbsp; "Goodnight."&nbsp; He said simply, pulling out a legal pad to record her measurements with while he got back in the car.<br><br><br><br>* * *<br><br><br>The next saturday, Kent's taxi arrived with the same blond girl driving, stopping just as recklessly as she always did.&nbsp; There was a small gift box in the back of the car, containing an exquisite red and white dress accented with gems.&nbsp; The box also contained a ruby tiarra, and a number of articles of jewelry, all with red and black gems.&nbsp; There was a simple note in the box.&nbsp; <em>Get all of this on before you arrive at the castle, princess.</em>&nbsp; Near the gift box were a pair of knee length leather boots, already shined up until they glisten.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Weyverns Mate (The Main thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Treena</strong> on <strong>28-11-2009, 03:27:59</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Nerina was shocked but started to undress and put the dress on. It was so beautiful. She put the boots on and the tiara was last. She felt like a princess that was for sure. She had also felt so privelaged to be going to a castle. She had felt sad that she never got to go to the bar with her roommate or class mate earlier that week. They all had been busy but tonight would be another lovely. She couldn't wait to get there. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Weyverns Mate (The Main thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Great Triangle</strong> on <strong>28-11-2009, 03:36:11</strong>
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				The car arrived at the castle, and Kent stood there wearing a red tuxedo,a bigger than normal coral snake curled around his neck.&nbsp; He stepped up to the taxi and took Nerina's hand.&nbsp; "Follow me beyond this threshold, and you'll never look back.&nbsp; Can I show you?"&nbsp; Kent asked, while the snake around his neck hissed menacingly.&nbsp; "You're stepping into another world, and you don't know me.&nbsp; Will you jump into the rabbit hole, Neo?"&nbsp; Kent smiled, the eyes of his snake flashing blue.&nbsp; He beckoned and guided Nerina to the doors of the castle.<br><br><br>TO:&nbsp; &nbsp;The Queen's Castle &nbsp;(http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=31366.50)<br>(if Nerina crosses the threshold)
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Weyverns Mate (The Main thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Treena</strong> on <strong>28-11-2009, 03:49:17</strong>
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				Merina takes his hand and looks into his eyes again. She kisses his lips softly and then speaks. "I will jump into the rabbit hole with you. I am still in you debt." She crosses the threshold with him. Still in awe with how everything had seemed to be heading.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Weyverns Mate (The Main thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>undisclosedtoyou</strong> on <strong>29-11-2009, 01:20:48</strong>
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				Sin eyed the couple across from him.&nbsp; They where both leaning slightly towards each other, and talking in hushed tones.&nbsp; If he concentrated their movements would slow, and he could easily hear their words.&nbsp; To him it was excruciatingly beautiful in it's imperfection.&nbsp; No matter how many times he studied it, he would never completely understand the concept of love, or family, or relationships.&nbsp; Sure he 'loved' his makers, and they where, if unconventionally his family.&nbsp; But he could not touch them, and he could not show them affection.&nbsp; It would be viewed from an outsider as being unnatural, but to Sin it would be the closest thing he would know to love, even if it where a poor imitation of the real thing. <br><br>Looking down at the plate in front of him, he studied the food in front of him.&nbsp; He had a job to do, and he needed his mind to stay in the game.&nbsp; He knew all about his target, his education had been stocked full of interesting tid bits about his enemies, about the people he was trying to take down.&nbsp; But he needed a way to get in.&nbsp; He needed to infiltrate the black sept, and he needed to do it in such a way that no one would suspect him. It wouldn't be that hard to do, but there where challenges blocking his way.&nbsp; His scent for one would be something that would make him suspect; he didn't smell like anything in particular, which was the problem.&nbsp; He didn't smell draconic, and his scent always put others on edge, which is why he always proffered jobs where all he had to do was go in and kill, not infiltrate.&nbsp; There was also the fact that he had observed that his dragon shape was unlike the others, and they would know when seeing it that there was something 'wrong' with him.&nbsp; His need for blood would also incriminate him, although that could be hidden, and other&nbsp; beings seemed to know when looking in his eyes that he didn't have something they all did.&nbsp; It was such a bothersome thing, his existence.<br><br><em>Oh well, if I can't get in without being suspicious, than I will have to find another way in, without showing my true colors.</em><br><br>Grinning to himself, he nodded over to his waitress who, after glancing down a his almost untouched meal, handed him the bill.&nbsp; Making sure to pay at the front counter, he dug his hands into his coat pockets and ran across the street to his apartment.&nbsp; He had the beginnings of a plan formulating in his mind, and the excitement of the chase was making his hands itch to begin.&nbsp; He had finally come to the conclusion that all he really needed was to be at the right place, at the right time.&nbsp; And if the Accasion was completely planned out by him, than it was even better.<br><br>Sin spent the rest of the evening on the phone, with one of his contacts, giving the orders he knew he would need done in order for his plan to be successful. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Weyverns Mate (The Main thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aiden</strong> on <strong>29-11-2009, 21:41:26</strong>
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				Vektor loathed most of England save for a few spots that had been known as Draconic sanctuaries, one of those being the Lair of Tara Rinn deep into the bowels of the Dark one infested major city. Once night had settled the scent of the vile creatures wafted in the air in the strongest of breezes. The man looked out of place walking the streets of London in one of the "rougher" parts of the neighborhood. It was in these few moments that he looked at the world that had aged before him, despising the youth of a nation as they drank in streets, presented themselves with poor manners and even became as bold to surround him. <br>"Aye, give us your walle..." <br>The young man dropped to the floors groaning in pain, the others looked on in disbelief at what had just happened. The pool of blood formed around his gushing nose, Vektor grinned and kept on moving. <br>"Mind your manners." <br>He walked off, fixing his suit as he neared his destination he had set out for. A seedy little bar, the entrance located down a dark alley that screamed assault. <br><br><div class="floatleft">(http://i247.photobucket.com/albums/gg157/onilobo/47412656.jpg)</div><br>Attention immediately went to the finely dressed man who stuck out in a room full of rough looking men all clad in leather "cuts" and jeans the moment he walked in. They all went silent and hushed, a smile crossed Vektor's face, he was no telepath but he could sense what they all were thinking. <br>"I'm looking for Bulldog Bill."<br>The crowd immediately roared in laughter, two of the larger guys stood and approached them, the patch "enforcer" sown into their cut. The two men grabbed him and dragged him out of the dirty bar, Vektor played his part and resisted and screamed for help before he went silent. With the doors closed he was let got and allowed to walk the rest of the way, the men opening a cellar door before they returned to their position as guards. In the last few days he had grown to despise underground cellars but the area he stepped down into was safe. A man looked up, surrounded by a few more eyes as they acknowledged his arrival with a polite nod. <br>"New look Bulldog?"<br><br><div class="floatright">(http://i247.photobucket.com/albums/gg157/onilobo/brad-pitt-softbank-commercial.jpg)</div><br>The golden haired man crossed his arms across his chest and looked back at the man with a smirk. <br>"Save the idle chit-chat Vektor, we know you are not here to talk about getting us a better dental plan."<br>Vektor smiled and took a seat at the table, everyone who was not suppose to hear what was about to be said were quickly dismissed, leaving them alone. <br>"Expect the vile and any allies of theirs to go on high alert in the next few days." <br>Every eye in the table went wide, Bulldog looked directly into Vektor's eyes and smiled. <br>"I figure you won't tell me what you did, but I am sure we will find out soon enough right...Menga already playing cover up?" <br>The Queen's consort nodded and they all shared a moment of silence. <br><br>"When the war breaks out, you boys are my front line...The streets of London will flow with dark one's blood...into Rinn's sanctuary. Anything you need, you know who to contact and how to get it."<br>Bulldog nodded and before more words were exchanged, Vektor was gone and back en route to France as quickly as possible. The last thing he wanted was to spend another night away from his own bed and his Queen back home. <br><br><br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Weyverns Mate (The Main thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Eclipsed Northern Star</strong> on <strong>30-11-2009, 15:37:05</strong>
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				Anita had been so busy with her brothers lately she cursed that her phone had gone dead. She had gotten a Text from Nerina but it was a little old. She bit her lip as she got back to their appartment and didn't see her best friend. She was worried and went to change. She had been in her work out clothing for two days now because they had been moving crap around where her brothers were living now. She sighed and went to take a shower. She grabbed a pair of black pants and an icy blue trimmed black wrap top. <br><br>Anita was hoping to get together with Nerina and Cecilia now but she didn't know who would be available. She just wanted to get a look about the town. She opened her phone and sent a text to Cecilia asking her if she was available to meet up at her appartment and then tried to call Nerina. She was worried she had been a horrible roommate now as she was just now touching base. She had a bad feeling that Nerina was either to&nbsp; busy to pick up or something was keeping her from picking up as she listened to it ring. She didn't like it when it went to Voicemail. She sighed and left a short message: <em>Hey its me, sorry i was kidnapped by my brothers, dumb moving, needed my insite for decorating because they have the decorating ability of a baby. Well when you get this call me, maybe we can all get together tonight and go out for a bit.</em> with that she hung up and put her phone on high ringer. She locked the screen and went into the bathroom and set her clothes up on the counter grabbed her towel and hopped into the shower. <br><br>As she took her hot shower she tried to relax but something was nagging her in the back of her mind that something was off but she didn't know what. She pushed the thoughts away as just being paranoid in a new city. Soon enough she was done and dressed. Her hip hugging pants that hit her at the ankle and her wrap top that stopped just above the belly button. She went and grabbe her belt and put it on. She smiled at the silver belt that seemed to pull the outfit together. she went to her jewlery and pulled out a slim silver necklace and put it on. She put in a pair of silver moon studs and a pulled out a clip on ear clip and placed it on the top of her ear. She was decked out and ready to take on the world it felt like. She went and grabbed her low heel black/icy blue boots and slipped them on and stood there happy with her apperance.She went and sat on her bed holding her phone waiting to hear from either of her friends but if she didn't hear from them she would probably go for a walk and maybe meet up with them later.<br><br>&nbsp;outfit just a icy blue trim on the top (http://i50.photobucket.com/albums/f342/Lady205/nevynn021.jpg)
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Weyverns Mate (The Main thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Skye</strong> on <strong>03-12-2009, 15:29:44</strong>
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				<em>Meanwhile, in another part of London...</em><br><br>The room was tinted in a faint shade of blue. What golden pockets the lamp light <em>did</em> penetrate through, enveloped the room in a kaleidoscope like effect. Nicolae hated it. Of course, it didn't help that he was tripping off some Costa Rican coca, that might have killed the human he had awoken next to, had he not drained her of every last droplet of blood in her cracked out system. <br><br>As he rolled off the floor mattress, the hazy Dark One crawled to the lamp across the room. Seeing through squinting eyes that a thickly woven handkerchief with floral holes was the culprit of the unnerving gypsy vibe. Nicolae yanked the fabric off the lamp to find that it made little difference to the decrepit flat he was in. All it gave him was better sight of the vermin crawling across the bedroom/living room/kitchenette floor. In his head, he said '<em>That's disgusting</em>.' But was quite used to the reality of the poverty that befell some of London's finest working girls.<br><br>With a loathsome grunt, Nicolae forced his groggy form up and off the hard wood floor. Crackling his neck, rolling out the tightness in his shoulders, the five eleven man ransacked the dead girl's apartment, and took anything that would fit into his trench coat pockets. While he could have been diligent and got out a duffel from her linen/shoe closet, he lacked the time and desire. <br><br>After a cold shower, Nicolae redressed. Wearing nothing on his lower half but a pair of dark jeans, thick wool socks and some heavy steel toed shoes. He layered a long sleeved t-shirt over his white wife-beater and finished the vagabond look off with his black trench coat. A run of fingers through his hair was the only grooming he really needed in his line of work. He deemed that even the five o'clock shadow prickling out of his pores added nicely to the whole 'roll-out-of-bed' look.<br><br>"I'll call you." He murmured, as he lifted the girl's head up. When her dangling form gave no answer, he simply shrugged and replied, "Or not." A morbid chuckle broke the silence of a rather long pause. As he hunched over 'whatever-her-name-was' he cupped the whore's dead face in his hands and kissed her lips with such passion, that it could make the living jealous. As Nicolae broke from the embrace, he abruptly released his grip. The dead weight of the corpse's head made a loud thud and bounced slightly as it hit the mattress. "I love it when you girls do that. Puts me in stitches." The morbid laughter ensued once again. Then, after a long and sentimental gaze, Nicolae left the hooker's home-locking the door behind him.<br><br>-------------------------------------------------------------<br><br>By the time his buzz was gone, the Romanian finally figured out what part of London he was in. Leaving him exclaiming "Whitechapel?" A cloud of white exuding from his mouth with the chilly night air. If his memories served correct, he was supposed to have been on a flight to Belgium a few days prior. As to <em>why</em> that was, the information alluded him.<br><br>In all his friendliness, Nicolae stopped a fun looking group in passing and asked, "Do you know where I can find a pub close by. Preferably in walking distance?" One of the guys made huge pointing gestures and gave Nicholae a street name, but failed to tell him the name of the establishment. It wasn't until they walked him to <em>21, Whitechapel Road</em> that the sign flashed at him. "Nags Head." He had time to blink at the irony, but didn't linger on the street for too long. <br><br>Once inside, Nicolae left his new friends to mingle with the women on the second floor. His own eyes scanned the room and pinpointed a spot to place himself in. While the ladies on the far end didn't seem as nice to look at, after a few pints, he reckoned that they'd do fine. Not to mention, the seat he wanted left him facing the door. One thing he hated more than an ugly broad trying to steal his money was a looming shadow trying to sneak up on him. <br><br><br><div align="center">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/d/d3/Reigns_Nicolae.png)</div>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Weyverns Mate (The Main thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>undisclosedtoyou</strong> on <strong>04-12-2009, 04:37:30</strong>
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				Sin couldn't help but think that the time before acting on a plan was really too boring for his tastes.&nbsp; It allowed his mind to go over the whole situation, and think up a million different ways his plan could go wrong.&nbsp; But fortunately for him, the time before acting wasn't going to take too long, once he got approval from his higher sources than everything would take off at an almost unimaginable speed.&nbsp; <br><br><div class="floatleft">(http://i292.photobucket.com/albums/mm18/undisclosedtoyou/Prettyboy02Cresized.jpg)</div><br>Rising from his seat at the small red linoleum table, he straightened up all the papers scattered about, and shoved them into a large orange envelope.&nbsp; Checking the time on the wall, he cursed and flipped open his cell phone.&nbsp; He didn't have to think more than a few seconds before punching in the number for his contact, and than texting a short message telling him that it was time for a drop off. He added the address to a small seedy pub located in Loughborough Junction called the Green Man.&nbsp; It was perfect place for this kind of transaction, a legion of men went in and out, and non of them where ever remembered by the staff or regular patrons.&nbsp; <br><br>Puling his coat on, he added a scarf which he wrapped around his neck, and headed out to the meeting place.&nbsp; He preferred to get there first, so that he could watch his companion walk in, and size him up for any hidden weapons.&nbsp; This wasn't his first job, and he had learned to be slightly weary about the guys sent to 'help' him on a job.<br><br>It took half an hour by train, but he managed to get there in one piece without incident, which meant that the trip was successful so far.&nbsp; The moment the heavy doors to the green building opened, he was met by the cloud of smoke that surrounded him.&nbsp; And the music produced by the cheap sound system in the corner.&nbsp; A few men looked up from their tables to watch him walk by.&nbsp; Deciding that although the quality of his clothes where higher than they where used to, the way he walked, and kept his face blank, meant that he wasn't the type they would normally like to push around and mess with.&nbsp; Finding an empty table with a view of the front and back exits he sat and waited for his companion, ordering an Ale to keep his hands busy.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Weyverns Mate (The Main thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sydonai</strong> on <strong>04-12-2009, 10:00:53</strong>
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				It was a quiet midnight on the street of London, a few passerby's could be seen taking a stroll out on the street, some of them still donned in their working clothes with their briefcase in hand perhaps just emerging from the subways and are on their way home and others, mostly young couples are just taking a night out on the street. Amongst these figures however is a man nearing the end of his twenties, clad in his winter coat, his wet black hair combed nicely to his side and his facial hair shaven neatly into a full but trimmed beard and mustache.<br><br>The man pass by one Wenlock Arms pub and he suddenly stopped dead in his track. He took out a small letter from the pocket on his coat and began reading it all over again. A slight nod and the man puts back the letter into his pocket as he slowly make his way inside the pub. The interior was a bit classy with a relaxing atmosphere blamed upon the lack of customers and the dim lights from the wall lamps, as he walks in a few of the customers turned to him for a moment before turning back on their drinks, the man breathe a sigh of relief, as he hates becoming a center of attraction. He made his way to the left side of the pub and just when he was about to take a seat someone calls his name, <strong>"Arynn! I'm here..."</strong>, it was from a middle aged man, probably in his fourties wearing a full white coat as contrast to his black coat.<br><br><strong>"Do I know you?"</strong>, Arynn's, as he's called by the stranger, first utterance was met his a narrowed eyebrow from the stranger, but then a cynical smirked appears on the stranger's lips, <strong>"you have lived for so long you no longer remember me?"</strong>, the stranger replied, <strong>"it's me Romsdal..."</strong>. It took Arynn several seconds of tilting his head side to side trying to discern who this man really is and suddenly it all comes back to him, <strong>"ahh! yes Romsdal..."</strong>, it came as a realization to him, that Romsdal is one of the veteran Dark ones who actively fought the wyverns but then another realization hits him that change his tone and expression to that of being wary, <strong>"wait, I didn't know you're still alive, I thought you died alongside the rest during the battle on the cliffside"</strong>. Arynn thought something was wrong, during a battle that took place hundreds of years ago when a group of dark one wyvern hunters stumbled upon the vengeful Arynn, they were led by a charismatic dark one by the name of Norske and his right hand man Romsdal, they helped Arynn defeated the last two wyverns responsible for the attack on his covenant&nbsp; a thousand years ago but he also remembers that Romsdal was burned to death and fell frantically into the ocean at the cliffside battle.<br><br>Romsdal on the other hand smack his head in disbelief and then sighed, <strong>"come now, Arynn just because I fell from a cliff doesn't mean I would die"</strong>, he motioned for Arynn to take a seat infront of him and he complied, <strong>"...oh sure, I was burned but I fell into the ocean remember, height is not fatal to us and the ocean's water actually saved my life"</strong>. Arynn took a bit more time probably assessing Romsdal statement before he sighed and then formed a weary smile on his lips, <strong>"you're right, forgive me and it's good to see you Romsdal</strong>. Romsdal slumped his back onto the seat relieved that the overcautious and elusive Arynn finally believed him, <strong>"aye and to you too mate, now then let us get on with our business shall we, you receive the letter didn't you? there's much I need to tell you..."</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Weyverns Mate (The Main thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Skye</strong> on <strong>06-12-2009, 12:29:38</strong>
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				Nicolae's optimism quickly faded at the sight of old flesh, in the crowd of patrons as well as on stage. It was rather depressing to take in. Besides that, the establishment smelled like it looked. Wreaking of liniment, stale cigars, brandy and moldy snatch. The good time he expected to have in this "gentlemens venue" fell short of its high expectations, leaving him with a bitter taste in his mouth. <em>'What the fuck is new?'</em>, the Dark One thought to himself, every time disappointment crept up. To him, a century of living was becoming unstimulating by the day. <br><br>He could not have <em>been</em> happier when his phone chirped, to find a text from his many ambiguous "connections". The message read: <br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote"><strong>Package awaiting pick-up at <br>The Green Man Public House<br>Coldharbour Lane, London SW9 8RR</strong></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>"Brixton." Almost forgotten memories trickled in, as Nicolae thought back to when the pub was the place to be; that is, if you were in the business of organized crime. In it's hay day circa eighteen hundreds, the public house was home to some of the best drug dealers and smugglers in the UK. Prostitutes made it feel like a regular hostess bar, plus some perks. Even having some of the fuzz as their regular clientele. Those days had long passed, but the shadiness of Loughbourough Junction was almost symbolic of the way Nicolae's life had taken a turn. More than he would have liked to admit, he often wished he could have gotten out of the rut he had dug for himself. But when reality soon sunk in, like it always did, he knew that his immortal life would have truly had no meaning if he gave the excitement all up. <br><br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote"><strong>Be there in ten.</strong></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div>Upon hitting the <em>send</em> option on his cellular, the tall Dark One stood from his overcrowded table. He departed with a polite head nod. Tipping his waitress before heading out the door. As soon as he was able to find a dark shadow big enough to fit his whole silhouette in, Nicholae stepped into it and disappeared, as if a door had opened up for him to enter.<br><br><br><div align="center">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/d/d3/Reigns_Nicolae.png)</div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Weyverns Mate (The Main thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Treena</strong> on <strong>08-12-2009, 15:47:05</strong>
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				Nerina falls out of the air into her bed. She looks up and hopes the hell that Anita wasn't in the apartment. She sits up slightly and looks at her wrist. It would leave a mark that was for sure. She looks at the dress she was still wearing. Damn her sweats were still in France. She would replace them later right now she needed to talk to the girls. This shit was crazy and they would have to know what they were going to be in for now. She gets up off the bed still unsure of where Anita was but she needed to get out of the dress and things. She starts to take off her dress....
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				Title: <strong>Re: Weyverns Mate (The Main thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Eclipsed Northern Star</strong> on <strong>08-12-2009, 16:18:55</strong>
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				Anita was about to walk out of the apartment when she heard something back off in her roommates room. She didn't like the fact that she had been so absorbed in her family the last few days that she missed her roommate all this time. She was not sure what it could be in her room mates bedroom since she had not heard anyone come in through the main door. She cautiously went to the door and cracked it open only to find her room mate undressing. "How the hell did you get in here without making a sound?" she said as she threw the door open.<br><br>Anita was standing there still ready to take on the town and had the don't even try to lie to me look on her face. She was not happy she had not been able to get ahold of her room mate and to find that she could have been in the room the whole time pissed her off. She still didn't understand the whole outfit that Nerina was wearing nor did she care. she was just not happy to find her back here and that she didnt even have the curtiousy to come see if she was in her room. <br><br>"I called your phone and you ignored me, is that person you met that important?!?" she said as her emotions went on overload. She was pissed at herself and unfortiunately she was taking a bit of it out on Nerina. She just wanted to cry maybe missing those calls had not been in her control this time but from now on she would never leave her room mate without letting her know. She hated the way she was acting but it seemed like she couldn't control it. She was just frustrated and could not understand what Nerina was thinking right now sneaking around.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Weyverns Mate (The Main thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>undisclosedtoyou</strong> on <strong>12-12-2009, 12:17:36</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://i292.photobucket.com/albums/mm18/undisclosedtoyou/Prettyboy02Cresized.jpg)</div><br>He didn't have to wait long for his drink, so he didn't mind overly much when the glass his Ale was delivered in was anything but perfectly clean.&nbsp; The envelope, which he had hidden in his coat, poked into his stomach and he shifted in his seat to find a more comfortable way of sitting.&nbsp; He allowed one finger to trail down the glass, wiping a long line of moisture over the glass.&nbsp; It was the feel of liquid, of cold on his skin that interested him the most at the moment.&nbsp; He loved sensation, even pain; it always made him eager to feel more, to contemplate the complexities of each sensation, to categorize, and to memorize.&nbsp; <br><br>The fringe of his hair fell into his eyes, obscuring his sight for a moment, and it was in that moment that he felt the faint breeze of cold air touch his cheek.&nbsp; Looking up, he saw that the door had swung open, and the silhouette of an impressive male form filled in the small doors entrance.&nbsp; <br><br>The dark lighting, combined with the light flooding in from outside, obscured the forms features, but the stance of the man told Sin that he was weary, like he was ready for anything to happen.&nbsp; It wasn't a posture that was rare in a place like this, on the contrary, if you didn't look like you where ready for a knife to the gut at any moment, you where instantly made a mark, to some nefarious thief or criminal who may be watching.&nbsp; Sin wasn't sure if this was his contact or not, so he hunched down over his drink and contemplated taking a sip of the dark liquid.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Weyverns Mate (The Main thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Skye</strong> on <strong>12-12-2009, 13:14:00</strong>
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				The full moon loomed over the corner of Coldharbour Lane and Hinton Rd that night. Leaving Nicolae with limited options to emerge. Back in the day, the Dark One was cocky about his unique power, given to him by something even more unholy than he. But the reaction was always the same. "'Dear lord he's a demon!, Away Satan! Christ compels us to expel thee.'" And the most recent of them all... "'Call the tabloids...I've seen a man walk out of a wall.'" Exactly the kind of lunacy Nich was tired of dealing with.&nbsp; <br><br>Tonight of all nights, he was to avoid the theatrics, choosing an alleyway across the street that was home to a giant double billboard. The space was so private and so iffy that even the homeless blokes didn't dare step foot near the nook. Before poking his head out, Nicolae made sure that no one was paying too much attention to the tight space, before finally strolling into the street. He made it across the way in time for the light to change, as his foot lifted to the curbside. <br><br>It was hard to believe that after all this time, the Green Man was still up and running. While fate never did bring him back&nbsp; that way until tonight, he did feel some relief to be back. <br><br>Pushing pass the battered wooden door, a large brute sitting at a stool near by stopped him with a hand gesture. As if he wanted to see an ID, or collect an entrance fee. <em>'Screw that.'</em> Nich thought, as he lifted the sleeve of his trench coat, revealing an esoteric tattoo. The mark was immediately recognized, enabling him to have free reign of the place. "Enjoy your stay...Sir." The asshole said, kissing his ass <em>now</em>. Nicolae lifted his chin in a gesture, but that was it. <br><br>His gaze shot every which way, sizing up the breathing things in the joint. In minutes, he could reckon who the real criminals and the wannabes. The recognizable faces in the crowd were of no interest to the rogue, unless they could give him some kind of instant gratification of some kind. And as he lilted past some old faces, his expression said just that, <em>'Why bother?'</em><br><br>The text Nico received said that he was to order a specific drink, to let the handler know he had arrived. But in all honesty, Nicholae rebelled a little and went to chat up an old fling standing against the wall. "I remember when you had swarms of dicks competing to take you home each night. What happened?" He wasn't about to waste his charm on someone he wasn't planning on taking home. He tasted the whore's blood, and a crack kick was not what Nico wanted at the moment. <br><br>His presence wasn't taken well, and left Nico with a sharp sting to the cheek. "Better than a sting to my groin I always say." He joked aloud as he stole the woman's cigarette and shoved her to the side. <br><br>With indignation written all over his face, the Dark One finally gave in and went to the bar. His tall frame hunched over the four foot something counter. His eyes shifting here and there. His brows only lowered when he noticed the kid sitting by himself, hiding behind a glass that was still full. While he said nothing, nor formed any opinions of him, as of yet, Nicholae grunted to the bartender. "Ugh-uhm." Almost ashamed to ask for it, Nico said in a low tone, "Bourbon Street Blaze." He gave the bartender a look that said 'Do it quick and don't judge me.' <br><br>The barkeep took a tall glass off the shelf. Quite dusty, as no one ever ordered such girly drinks in the pub. The man mixed the components together, all the while-judging Nico for his choice of a flaming alcoholic beverage. Nico took the glass with such disdain that the people who were about to laugh almost felt sorry for him. He sat, slow and composed on a table in the far corner of the bar. Puffing on his used cigarette as his face read, "Fuck off." to everyone. <br><br><br><div align="center">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/d/d3/Reigns_Nicolae.png)</div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Weyverns Mate (The Main thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>undisclosedtoyou</strong> on <strong>12-12-2009, 13:59:00</strong>
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				Sin, still hunched over his drink, watched the stranger through the fringe of his hair.&nbsp; He watched as he pulled his sleeve and showed the "bouncer" his arm.&nbsp; Sin watched as he sauntered over to a woman who was so far from being fresh that she could have already gone rancid, and he scrunched his nose up, subconsciously scenting the humans as he watched.&nbsp; <br><br>They smelled of sweat and dirt, of sex and alcohol, and most of them smelled of decay, which made him want to leave, but he forced himself to stay in his position.&nbsp; He tightened his hands around his glass as another scent hit him, reminding him of the spices that where sometimes piled into his food.&nbsp; It wasn't an unpleasant scent, but neither was it appetizing.&nbsp; Oh he knew that smell, it reeked of a Dark One, but that didn't bother him.&nbsp; He had been smelling them since he had entered this side of town. <br><div class="floatleft">(http://i292.photobucket.com/albums/mm18/undisclosedtoyou/Prettyboy02Cresized.jpg)</div><br>The sound of flesh smacking against flesh had his attention drawn back to the man who had just entered.&nbsp; It seemed that he had angered the hag, if the color rising to her aging face was anything to go by.&nbsp; So far he was almost convinced that this man wasn't his contact, since he hadn't gone straight to the bar to order the required drink.&nbsp; He was almost relieved to, because the stranger seemed to be both cocky and a bit of an jerk, he preferred to work with nicer people...although he did realize that he had almost no chance of working with a 'nice guy' in his line of business.<br><br>He fleetingly thought about taking up smoking, as he watched the man take the woman's cigarette.&nbsp; It was the way that the man brought the thing to his mouth, sucking, and than exhaling, the smell of chemicals and tobacco had an almost exotic scent to him, that should have smelled rancid, but instead smelled pleasant to his senses.&nbsp; <br><br>Finally taring his eyes away from his musings on the man, he turned his gaze back to the door, only to be drawn back in, when he picked up the mans order.&nbsp; His face tilted slightly, almost imperceptibly, and his sight narrowed in on the man, this time being a little more cautious.&nbsp; He had to tilt his face down to hide the grin growing on his face, as he watched his revealed contact suffer through the ridiculous order.&nbsp; Oh he was aware that it would be embarrassing to order that kind of drink in a place like this, but that was also why it was perfect.&nbsp; It would be a dead giveaway that, he was the man he was waiting for.&nbsp; And well, he did sort of like the taste of that drink, so that in his opinion was another check on his side.<br><br>Moving slowly, he straightened out his body, and with the heel of his right foot, kicked the chair across from him, so that it slid back; a wordless invitation to sit.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Weyverns Mate (The Main thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Skye</strong> on <strong>12-12-2009, 14:48:21</strong>
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				Nicolae was slumped in his chair, still wearing that disgruntled simper even after the amusement of his task faded. The other patrons went back to their business, while the Dark One spent his waiting time wisely. Finding different ways to exhale plumes of smoke; he alternated between his nostrils, which gave him a nice little burn, and through his mouth, to which he began making shapes or counting how long his undead lungs could withhold an inhale. Quite at a loss to the scene before him. <br><br>It wasn't until he caught an all-too-swift movement at the corner of his eye, that brought him back to reality. He measured the character for a moment. Jaw cocked out and brows lifted, Nicolae scoffed, "Are you fu--" His temper flared, as he felt he was being had. Spewing gibberish. "L' drital zhahus jal'yur ulu mzilt. Drill nindol..." His large palms slammed down on his tabletop, as he lifted his weight to stand. "<em>Reee</em>ally?" Nicolae grunted, looking to the floor like a lunatic, as if someone was there to address his reactions. <br><br>Four long strides brought him to the table of the child behind the mug. Before sitting, the Dark One slide the emasculating glass to the boy, then eyed the orange envelope. "Who gave you that?" He hunched over the table. Lowering his voice to a sharp whisper "Seriously. Stop playing-and show me who the real contact is or I walk." <br><br><br><div align="center">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/d/d3/Reigns_Nicolae.png)</div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Weyverns Mate (The Main thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>undisclosedtoyou</strong> on <strong>12-12-2009, 15:33:52</strong>
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				Sins hand never lifted from the envelope that was laid out on the table.&nbsp; It wasn't that he didn't trust his contact....although he naturally didn't, but he had the upper hand as long as he had it in his hands.&nbsp; The mans exclamations had his brows furrowing in ignorance, why was he so taken aback?&nbsp; But what surprised him the most was the frankly unrecognizable language the man was speaking.&nbsp; Sin had been taught most, if not all recognized languages in existence, but he didn't recognize that one.&nbsp; He made a note to himself to ask what the mas had been speaking later, if for no other reason than to gather more information.<br><br>Putting his contacts odd behavior aside, he looked back down.&nbsp; To most it would be considered an act of submission, the smaller animal acknowledging the superiority of the much larger animal.&nbsp; But to Sin, it was just his way of gathering his thoughts. He found that if he allowed himself to look around while thinking, that his mind would wonder, and his concentration would split.&nbsp; <br><br><div class="floatright">(http://i292.photobucket.com/albums/mm18/undisclosedtoyou/Prettyboy02Cresized.jpg)</div><br>The mans words had Sins eyes snapping back up, and his brows furrowed again before clearing.&nbsp; And the meaning of his words sank through.&nbsp; This stranger, his contact wasn't asking if he was a middle man, oh no; he was asking who had given him the envelope because he thought that Sin himself couldn't possibly be <em>his</em> contact.<br><br>Grinning down into his drink, he settled further into his chair, getting comfortable in preparation for clearing the misconception up.&nbsp; Clearing his throat, because that was how all the cool characters in films started off their explanations he locked eyes with his companion, and suddenly an odd glint entered his gaze.&nbsp; He had unconsciously hardened his features, in preparation of taking this situation under control.<br><br>"I'm pretty sure that the name of the guy who sold me the envelope was a Mr. Coolridge.&nbsp; Owner of the mart with peeling red and white paint.&nbsp; He has three children, fifteen grandchildren with another on the way, and he has an odd scent of pine and....lacquer."&nbsp; He paused for a moment, letting his recognition of the old man slip away.&nbsp; "Now as for the contents within....they came from me, and no one, as you put it 'gave me that.'&nbsp; If you wish to walk that is your own prerogative.&nbsp; But you can believe that the failure of an unfinished job will rest squarely on your own shoulders.&nbsp; I for one have, and will do my own part, if your the sort to not do yours than it's no skin off my nose."&nbsp; He grinned, he had wanted to use the skin on nose saying ever since he had seen in on a television sitcom.<br><br>His gaze lowered to the glass that was sitting in front of him and shrugged.&nbsp; If the man didn't want it than he was more than happy to take it.&nbsp; Picking up the drink he slowly raised it towards his companion in a small salute and took a large swallow.&nbsp; The beverage was cool on his throat, and even though it couldn't beat blood, it was slightly comforting.<br><br>His other hand, still resting on the envelope twitched, and he contemplated shoving it back into his coat, but he didn't think that the situation called for that just yet.<br><br>"I'm sure that I can pick up another, more dedicated contact..."&nbsp; He let his words trail off, allowing for the meaning to sink in.<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Weyverns Mate (The Main thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Skye</strong> on <strong>12-12-2009, 16:10:56</strong>
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				The passing moments where things remained silent made Nico wary of the whole situation. Musing that the whole thing was a sting operation to take him down. Paranoid enough to think that the counsel of Dark Ones had tracked him down. Sending in a kid while the real headhunter hid in the shadows. Yet, when he used the idle time to scope out the pub, to his confusion, there was no one. <br><br>Impatience set it, and on the brink of an explosion, Nicolae's fuse was halted as "Junior" finally began to remember the story he was fed. Or so Nicholae imagined. His brows lowered to it's full depth while his mind tried to make sense of things. His inner surveyor teetering between having faith in his judgment and questioning his liege. The latter reason was sure to leave him headless if he kept picking at the thought, like an unhealed scab. <br><br>His gaze flickered from the envelope, to the boy. Pistons going of in his head as he calculated how fast he could grab the envelope, what method of defeatism he would use and how much damages to the pub would cost. As he made his little check list of 'Things To Do', a still voice reached into his mind and cleared it of all thoughts. Whispering <em>"Sit down."</em> While it had no control over his will, when voices popped up in ones head that sounded much like "Reason" himself, you did as it said.<br><br>The boy's display of confidence with his words took Nicolae aback. Only few creatures with such a youthful visage could hold such conviction. And although he knew it wasn't true, Nicholae twisted the truth a bit. If only to set his own mind at ease. <em>'He's either a genius with a rich daddy or has an age deficiency.'</em> He rules out immortality due to the odd scent the boy emitted. It hinted on him being an otherworlder, but the odor was like nothing Nicholae had beheld in all his days. So while he let reality evade him for now, the male sat his suspicious self down. Finally willing to accept what hand fate had delivered him this night. <br><br>"All right. You've sparked my enthusiasm. Keep talking." He stopped a waitress to order himself a bottle of Gin. Seeing as how he was goaded at for his usual poison of Bourbon which was usually taken on the rocks, he steered clear of that tonight. <br><br><div align="center">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/d/d3/Reigns_Nicolae.png)</div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Weyverns Mate (The Main thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>undisclosedtoyou</strong> on <strong>12-12-2009, 16:42:21</strong>
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				Sin waited while the man had an unspoken argument with himself in his head, he didn't know what he would do if the man just decided to leave, maybe send another message to his employer asking for a new contact?&nbsp; But it would slow down his operation even more, and he was already impatient for it to start.<br><br><div class="floatleft">(http://i292.photobucket.com/albums/mm18/undisclosedtoyou/Prettyboy02Cresized.jpg)</div><br>He stopped himself from letting out a sigh of relief at the last moment, and his grin returned.&nbsp; "All the information on the job is in there."&nbsp; He tapped the envelope that rested underneath his hand.&nbsp; "You'll find everything that will be needed, including proper addresses for where the operation will take place.&nbsp; It'll be almost impossible to get in without some suspicion, so I drew up a plan that makes room for any and all suspicion that will be leveled my way.&nbsp; If it pans out, than any questions about myself and my background will work towards pushing our plans along, instead of hindering my movements."&nbsp; He paused and looked down into his drink.&nbsp; "I want them to question me.&nbsp; I want them to wonder about what I am, and what I can do.&nbsp; I need them to guess at the truth in order for me to infiltrate.&nbsp; The more they consider me a weapon that the Dark's council plans to use, than the more they will draw me in.&nbsp; And in the end..." Here he took a longer pause, downing more of the liquid in his hand.&nbsp; "My job will be complete, and the real war will begin."<br><br>His eyes lifted, searching the face in front of him before he continued to speak.&nbsp; "Anyways, tell them that I'll need everything set up as swiftly as possible, and that when the time comes to take me in...make it real."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Weyverns Mate (The Main thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Skye</strong> on <strong>12-12-2009, 17:11:52</strong>
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				As Nich listened with great apprehension, his gaze fell onto the table, where he marked it's surface with the soot of his cigarette butt. He found that random displays of visual occurrences worked best while trying to keep a memory fresh, if one added a mundane act to it. One of great habit, so as to always recall what one had been doing while the habit was in play. This conversation was now logged as a permanent record in Nicholae's chaotic brain. He was a chain smoker and never liked to litter the streets with his rubbish, but had no problem dirtying up a countertops for it.<br><br>With his elbow to the table, Nich's thumb and index finger formed a mold around his chin. He rested it there, mimicking an expression of deep pondering, all the while still trying to guess what it was-sitting across him. <br><br>When it came to tactical hoopla, Nich's brain went on auto-pilot. Seeping in every last word the contact was speaking, but not letting it sink in until he was alone in a quiet setting. The plotting he was embarking on would take the Dragon world by storm, and although he didn't know <em>how</em> it was going to come about just by one soul alone, he had all the time in the world to find out.<br><br><em>"Anyways, tell them that I'll need everything set up as swiftly as possible, and that when the time comes to take me in...make it real."</em> Even as he drank, straight from his bottle, Nich watched the boy. Suspicion turning into intrigue as the plan of action unfolded. He finally began to realize that this kid was the real deal and spoke to him as such. "Consider it done." After a hard blink, and resistance to ask too many questions, he came out and asked the most important one of all, "What are you?" <br><div align="center">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/d/d3/Reigns_Nicolae.png)</div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Weyverns Mate (The Main thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>undisclosedtoyou</strong> on <strong>12-12-2009, 17:36:46</strong>
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				He leaned back in his chair when the last of his words left his mouth.&nbsp; The muscles in his upper thighs where contracting, a sure sign that he felt like bolting.&nbsp; He always found it a travesty that his actual age didn't match up with his physical one.&nbsp; There where moments, odd moments, when he was in the middle of something and he suddenly got the urge to run away, crawl into the warm embrace of...someone, maybe one of his "fathers" and hide.&nbsp; Those moments sometimes came out of no where, and sometimes they came when triggered by awkward questions, or situations. And this was definitely one.<br><br><div class="floatright">(http://i292.photobucket.com/albums/mm18/undisclosedtoyou/Prettyboy02Cresized.jpg)</div><br>Clearing his throat he leaned forwards, his elbows resting against the hard wood of the table. His fist propping his chin up, and he was as close to the man as was possible from their positions.<br><br>"I don't think you really want to know."&nbsp; His eyes where steady as they plunged into his companions.&nbsp; And than he leaned back.<br><br>"In any case, if the boss hasn't told you, than do you really think your meant to know?&nbsp; Maybe you should ask him?" And than a dangerous impulse entered his mind, and he grinned.<br><br>"Or maybe I'll let you spend more time with me while the operation is being set up, maybe than you'll be able to figure it out on your own."&nbsp; Quiet honestly Sin was just a little lonely, the people in his life, would come and go, never spending more than a few moments with him.&nbsp; The most time anyone spent with him was when he was getting a regular check up with one of his 'fathers.'&nbsp; <br><br>"Either way I can probably guarantee you that after you know you won't want to come near me."&nbsp; And his grin was reinforced, he knew his words where true.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Weyverns Mate (The Main thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Skye</strong> on <strong>17-12-2009, 21:34:54</strong>
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				The world held more monstrosities than any human could ever know. The negligent fell victim to many of those things that went pump in the night. While the au courant went insane with the knowledge of the "otherworlders'" very existence. For the short time Nich had been a Dark One, he had seen things. Enough to realize that habits showed beings' true colors eventually. With this <em>thing</em> sitting across of him, Nich was still stumped. Usually the more malevolent creatures would brag about their powers and the source in which they had come by it. Then again, a being like the demon lord he worked for, enjoyed discretion. If not for anything else, but to have the upper hand against his foes. <em>'Is that why <strong>he</strong> is being so secretive?'</em><br><br>Howbeit, Nich was wise enough not to push. "Forget I even asked then." He said in a nonchalant manner, before taking a long, burning chug of his bottle of gin. "I know when my employer wants me to know things and when I need to...press the issue." He attempted a grin, but the creepy gaze his eyes fell upon from <em>what-ever-his-name-was</em> sent his mind off kilter. It was like looking into a black hole. And while Dark Ones had no pulse or soul, at least their passion remained in tact. Even the kid's grin seemed wrong, and not in that sinisterly wrong way. <br><br><em>"Or maybe I'll let you spend more time with me while the operation is being set up, maybe than you'll be able to figure it out on your own."</em> To this, Nich answered truthfully. Saying "If that's what I'm being paid for, I have no problem with that." His brows lifted, suggestively. "But I make my own rates in that regard." He wasn't sure how he could be more clear about the subtle subject change. "<em>It</em> doesn't come cheap." He added.<br><br><div align="center">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/d/d3/Reigns_Nicolae.png)</div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Weyverns Mate (The Main thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ladyelizabeth</strong> on <strong>19-12-2009, 08:21:51</strong>
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				It was good to be out and about in London.&nbsp; She had lived her for years and yet she never felt quite like she belonged.&nbsp; She would say it was good.&nbsp; She was waiting for another job. <br><br>Astraea wasn't originally from England. Anyone who had met her knew that.&nbsp; She didn't even like the country, but treasured being here because of her skills.&nbsp; She had a set of skills that were very useful for her line of work.&nbsp; She was mercenery in her cause and the darkness of the city only helped her with her "skills"<br><br>She walked into the alleyway awaiting contact.&nbsp; It wasn't the place she had chosen but in this case, she would submit, at least...for the moment. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Wyverns Mate (The Main thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>undisclosedtoyou</strong> on <strong>24-12-2009, 05:26:03</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i292.photobucket.com/albums/mm18/undisclosedtoyou/Prettyboy02Cresized.jpg)</div>Sin blinked, and than his grin grew. He had no trouble with paying for this mans time, since all his bills where payed by the CoOp as far as he knew.&nbsp; And in the long run he would gain more than from this, because in the long run he would gain a companion...maybe even a friend, and that was something that he would pay anything for.&nbsp; <br><br>The whole time he was thinking about this, he was also aware that he made this man nervous, which wasn't anything new to him so he shrugged it off.&nbsp; He let his gaze drop and, his hand twitched in excitement.<br><br>"Alright, I'll let the higher ups know about this, and if they approve than they'll send you my address."&nbsp; He paused and than took a hold of his hands to stop their errant twitching.<br>&nbsp;
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				Title: <strong>Re: Wyverns Mate (The Main thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Skye</strong> on <strong>24-12-2009, 08:22:55</strong>
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				More often than naught, people made the most ignorant assumptions up about Nic. Presuming that because he looked a certain way, spoke and acted a certain way, that he was a stereotypical male who only dated female models and never looked twice at a heavier set woman or another man. He didn't know how the ancients did it, because he was still just an infant Dark One himself; but Nic knew that eternity with limits was like living no life at all. So, not only did he partake in anything that his eye spied, but kept his judgments as far away from settling in his mind as possible. For fear of becoming what he hated the most-a hypocrite. <br><br>As he sat across of his new friend, Nic crackled a gruff smile. Half expecting the guy to reach over and start groping him, Nic was surprised and somewhat elated that he did not. But remained professional and wanted to go through the hierarchy in order to get his nightly activities 'approved'.&nbsp; The expectation was noted, and Nic cursed to himself. Lighting up a fresh cigarette of his own, to punish himself for the act. Where was the punishment, if it was feeding the addiction to a chain smoker? Nic hated cigarettes. Still, in his masochistic, self discipline, he was generous about it. Holding an erect stick of nicotine out for the young man to have, if he chose.<br><br>As Nic used his other hand to light his tip, he mumbled through a stuffed mouth, "Are you allowed to give me your name? Or is that on a need to know as well?" <br><br><div align="center">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/d/d3/Reigns_Nicolae.png)</div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Wyverns Mate (The Main thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>undisclosedtoyou</strong> on <strong>25-12-2009, 03:47:08</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://i292.photobucket.com/albums/mm18/undisclosedtoyou/Prettyboy02Cresized.jpg)</div>His eyes lingered on the offered cigarette and he only hesitated a moment before taking it.&nbsp; He hadn't technically tried smoking before, but the guys in the movies always looked cool with one between their lips, and he wanted to look cool, or at least tough...at least some of the time.<br><br>He held it in his hands, allowing his eyes to gaze at it intently.&nbsp; The tip of his index finger ran over it lovingly before he looked back up and smiled, delighted with his new acquisition. <br><br>At the mention of his name his smile faded away in thought.&nbsp; There was a sense of secrecy with his identity, on the other hand it was just his name, it wasn't like he would be able to track him with it.&nbsp; There was no record of his birth, none of the safe houses, or hotel rooms he stayed at where under his name, and if push came to shove he could take up another alias like saying the 123's.<br><br>"My name is Sin."<br><br>The words came out without any further thought, and his gaze fell back to the cigarette in his hand.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Wyverns Mate (The Main thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Skye</strong> on <strong>28-12-2009, 02:10:13</strong>
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				<em>"My name is Sin."</em><br><br><strong>"Is that right?"</strong> Nic said. His eyes searched for any hints of a lie. Anything; a repeated motion, a shifting compulsion, slight perspiration, even an overdoing of some facial expression. A quickening pulse? Not even that. As far as Nic could gather, the usual non verbal cues hadn't hinted on nervousness or deceit, as of yet. Which flummoxed the dark one to the point of laying his suspicions to rest, for now. <br><br>His intense stare widened out, to take in the Green Man surroundings again. Now engrossed in his cigarette once more, Nic made sure that first inhale of warm nicotine recieved his full attention. He closed his eyes briefly to enjoy the way the ashy taste hit every taste bud on his tongue. Even the burning sensation at the back of Nic's throat never went unappreciated. It reminded him that, while he was soulless, at least he could still feel somethings still. <br><br>To his satisfaction, "Sin" did not refuse his gracious gesture. This time, he picked up something from the way Sin handled the cigarette. <strong>"F<em>a</em>scinating."</strong> He smiled. Lifting from the reclined position he was in. <em>'You've never smoked before.'</em> He thought, but did not vocalize. Letting out a twisted noise that hinted it was a laugh, only because of the joyous expression curling his lips up. He hurried to get his lighter to the tip of Sin's cigarette. <strong>"Don't forget to inhale went the flame hits the edge."</strong> Nic said, casually. <strong>"Here's to getting off on the tiniest of corruptions. Although I'm certain many more will follow...Sin"</strong> Another twisted noise left his throat, before the plume of white smoke eclipsed Nic's satisfied grin.<br><br><br><div align="center">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/d/d3/Reigns_Nicolae.png)</div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Wyverns Mate (The Main thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sydonai</strong> on <strong>28-12-2009, 02:33:27</strong>
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				A few moments later, both of them ordered two glass of beer, since each knows well enough that its going to be a long night of explaining. In the past, both Romsdal and his teammates with the help of Arynn had been hunting wyverns all across Europe, but the ones that became priority are the ones that murdered his family and destroys the covenant of druids, leaving the young Arynn with vengeance in his mind. Their quest that took them all across Europe had its own casualties as well, collaterals in the ongoing war between the dark ones and the wyverns. A scene played out in Arynn's mind as Romsdal was explaining the current situation to him, a scene of an event that he could never forget, it was the moment where he lost his innocence of the world and became a ruthless and bloodthirsty hunter of wyverns.<br><br>The scene that played out in his mind is that of him standing on a far off hill together with his fellow comrades overlooking a burning village. Arynn was there, clad in a chainmail armor with carvings of intricate markings from ancient celtic, while his comrades, the familiar Romsdal wearing the same armor and with them are six other figures, all wearing the same chainmail armor except for one who was aside from being clad with the chainmail is also draped with dark green cape over his shoulder, supposedly the brain of the operation.<br><br><strong>"so many innocent humans dead today just so that we could vanquished a few wyverns..."</strong>, said Norske, supposedly leader of the dark ones hunting group. A stout fellow with red hair, green eyes and pale features common to any dark ones and next to him are the other two dark ones, Romsdal looking slightly younger back then and finally Arynn, his face rugged and his hair longer than it would be in the future. <strong>"a thousand civilians including women and childrens, all killed in order to trap the wyverns..."</strong>, Romsdal continues as they both now looked at the stern Arynn looking over the burning village. His eyes suggested...nothing, there was no feeling of sadness, remorse or hatred, there was nothing.<br><br>Then he turned around and walks off to his steed nearby, <strong>"They are nothing more than collaterals, given time the world will understand how much of a blight the wyverns are and come to forgive our action here"</strong>, and he mounted upon his horse before pulling the saddle in the opposite direction and joined with the other wyvern hunters.<br><br>He still remembers those events as if it was etched deep into his mind of a reminder of what he once was, nothing more than the beasts he hunts down, he had once stoop so low as the very creature he vows to killed. However, the past haunts him still and had only now catches up to him in a form of his old friend and their discussion continues for the whole night before both parted ways for tonight and agrees to meet back at the usual place tomorrow for Arynn's further briefing of the entire situation.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Wyverns Mate (The Main thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aiden</strong> on <strong>10-01-2010, 20:54:39</strong>
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				Location- "The Pinnacle"/London/UK Territory<br>Time- 0327<br>Date- Unspecified (1 day before the Wyvern meeting in France)<br>VX War Room<br><br><div class="floatleft">(http://i247.photobucket.com/albums/gg157/onilobo/JasonIsaacs.jpg)</div><em>What are you doing in my city Vektor. </em><br>Clear blue eyes stared at large screens before the well dressed man who sat on a leather skin chair. The tapping of keyboards working fervently filled the room, countless orders and communications were received, relayed and dispatched from that room alone. All the businesses that operated under the CooP were run by that network, everything on the surface was nothing more than a highly detailed front. Raw goods were in abundance in the current time of recession, everything to have a private military for each Regional Lord, loyal to the area. <br>"Last known location?"<br>An employee quickly stopped working on his tasks at hand and tended to Lucius's queries. The last seen image of Vektor was of him striking down a "Chav" but quickly disappeared in one of the many blind spots in the city. <br><em>Why are you in my city Vektor! </em><br><br>Scrolling on a different screen, the reported losses of the "fire" that consumed a small Villa in Belgium. His attention was grabbed by one little detail, a black lingering flame one the videos his clean up crew had recorded for analysis. The Villa was the very first compound, the location that had done the ground breaking start of Operation Sin. An Image of Sin came up on the screen, the last known image was him at a bar talking with someone who looked vaguely familiar. A curve threatened to cross his face. <br>"I want to know who that is...also send out a call to my unit, The Black Sept just declared war on VX." <br>Lucius felt his blood rising in his veins, he was eager to enter into combat. The Dragons had made their first move, it was time for him to make his. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Wyverns Mate (The Main thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>undisclosedtoyou</strong> on <strong>15-01-2010, 09:52:17</strong>
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				Sin knew the definition of his name, Something regarded as being shameful, deplorable, or utterly wrong.&nbsp; He knew this on a conscious level, and even he was able to appreciate the irony of it.&nbsp; But it was a whole other matter when he connected it to the way most people regarded him.&nbsp; At first it had confused and rattled him, but than, like so many other things, it had just been swept away, blending in with the other things that bewildered him at the best of times.&nbsp; But what he appreciated the most at the moment was that this man seemed to answer his name with only a searching glance, a glance he had come to recognize in his line of work.&nbsp; And the best part was that there wasn't any hint of disapproval in that glance.<br><br>Sin did manage to follow the mans directions, inhaling until the back of his neck burned enough to logically make him cough.&nbsp; Luckily for him, he was used to noxious smoke and fumes, and after exhaling, swallowed to sooth the slight itch.<br><br>"Corruption?"&nbsp; He tried to evaluate the mans words, the way he said it made it sound like it had a double meaning, but it was almost completely lost on Sin.<br><br>"I'm sure...Anyway I think, since you have mine, I should have yours also."&nbsp; It seemed only logical to Sin that this man should give him his name, but than again, most people in their business where weary of giving out such confidential information.<br><br>---------------------------------------------------------------------------------<br>----------------------------------------------------------------------<br>---------------------------------------------------------------------------------<br><br>Meanwhile, at another location a demon was busy inputting data.&nbsp; His master wanted a name, and not just any name, a particular name, that went with a particular face.&nbsp; A face that worked for them.&nbsp; He was more than happy to have been assigned the task of finding it, a little nervous, but happy non the less.<br><br>It only took him a few moment's of his time to get the information and properly send it the bosses way.&nbsp; He was of course only a underling of very little ranking, so he didn't really expect any words of thanks.&nbsp; He would be lucky if his being stayed intact.&nbsp; Which reminded him that he was slightly peckish, and it was almost time to go out hunting again for poor unsuspecting children to kidnap and devour.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Wyverns Mate (The Main thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aiden</strong> on <strong>20-01-2010, 23:01:51</strong>
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				Location- "The Pinnacle"/London/UK Territory<br>Time- 0327<br>Date- Unspecified (Moments after the attack on the Castle in France)<br>VX CEO Office<br><br><div class="floatleft">(http://i247.photobucket.com/albums/gg157/onilobo/MGS4Raiden.png)</div>Lucius smirked all the way back to VX headquarters, the sole surviving chopper landing on the massive pad before uniformed guards covered it it with a mobile hangar that would make the expensive piece of equipment vanish to normal radars and methods of tracking. <br>"Good job boys, remember...if I ever find out you are working with an outside agency other than VX, I will throw you at the enemy like I did today. This includes other officials of the C.o.o.p." <br>The wicked man laughed as he walked towards a private elevator and began the decent to his office a floor down. The entire upper floor was his office and living quarters, one of the greatest views in the entire country. Still dressed in the advanced tactical outfit, the camo-plaets shifted to a black color to mimic a business suit. Technology was a glorious innovation, had he equipped the outfit he wore onto the soldiers he sentenced to death, they might had put up a better fight before being crushed down by the Black Dragon Sept. The armor plates loosened to allow for him to move fluidly, hibernating on standby.<br><em>Loyalty sure is hard to come by these days...</em><br><br>He walked slowly down the hallway, glancing the suits of armor he had collected over the ages of mankind. Some of the brass and iron were still showed residue of it's last know owner, his own seal of authenticity. His collection did not start until the rule of the Ceasers, but it was amazing how much was preserved in ancient collections of dragons and demons he had plundered in his bloody rise to the top of the organization that later named itself the C.O.O.P.<br>"To have the warriors in the past in the technology of today...what a chilling thought..."<br>A whisper to himself as he neared the double doors into his office.<br><em>Soon... </em><br><br>"PERCY!"<br>Lucius did not delay to call his new assistant/secretary/slave whatever the bloody hell they called themselves now-a-days. Moving over to his table, he kicked his feet up on the ridiculously expensive slate table and reached for a small box to the left. He scanned the cigar and smirked, throwing it clearly out of his office in one pitch and went for another. She was getting sneakier with her attempts to "kill" him. <br><em>I better be careful with that one, or she will get my head on of these days. </em><br>Cutting the tips off, he lit the rich aged tobacco in a thick puff of smooth smoke. Percy's lack of fear of him had perked his interest in the demon currently residing in the female form. From the very first day she attempted to murder him and it brought a fun twist to normally boring days as he planned to be part of the next global war. A war with the slumping economy would be revitalized by the war economy. <br>"You have some casualty reports to fill out." <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Wyverns Mate (The Main thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ladyelizabeth</strong> on <strong>21-01-2010, 02:07:57</strong>
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				The small club that she found was nothing compared to those that she had frequented in Greece.&nbsp; She stepped inside before then moving to the back of the club and finding a seat.&nbsp; She didn't normally frequent such a place but she needed a distraction and this was going to be it for her for now.&nbsp; <br>&nbsp;<br>The small pub was not as quite as busy as she would have liked but she would be able to hear more of the conversations from the shadows that she was able to manipulate.&nbsp; She crossed her legs and the cloak fell from her thighs and revealed the leather pants underneath.&nbsp; <br>&nbsp;<br>She ordered a wine, though she wouldn't drink it.&nbsp; It would twill in the glass and give her something to do with her nervous hands.&nbsp; She hadn't had contact with her mark in a bit.&nbsp; Perhaps they had changed their mind.&nbsp; She perused that idea as she considered the pub occupants. 
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