Lost in the Autumn leaves...

Chapter Two

Wed, 18 Jul 2007 02:50:47 GMT

Title: Possession (officially now and yes the Sarah McLachlan song)
Pairing: You learn more of Bee and Rose, but in this Ironhide/Bumblebee (not that way)
Summury:
Ok so here is the next chapter, I swear if you can get through all the heartbreak it will get better I promise! But I have to build characters right? And you want to know where everyone is right?
This is a good friendship moment between Bumblebee and Ironhide and helps build the relationship Rose and Bee used to have. Lets you know what she means to him. So bare with me on this one, they will get better I swear.
Oh! And feedback is more then welcome it gives me the drive to continue.~ Brit
thanks for reading!

Chapter Two

Listen as the wind blows
Across the great divide
Voices trapped in yearning
Memories trapped in time
The night is my companion
And solitude my guide
Would I spend forever here
And not be satisfied
~Sarah McLachlan

The frozen arctic terrain of Siberia proved an even challenge for the most advanced robotic engineering. Their bodies would normally cripple in the freezing temperature had it not been for the many innovations of the modern age. Small heating coils were belted to their joints activated only when the need was present.

Gun fire and laser energy rained over as the battle Man vs. Machine continued. Futuristic ideas were brought to life as droids of all sizes stood on the front line. Studies and copies of the Autobots brought this new line of weapon, and quickly would gained the upper hand of the fighting team. Though they could not think for themselves this robotic army, but they could be controlled from further away. This left no human man in the front line or in the path of danger. For hours the battled raged but as the threatening sky released it’s fury both sides were forced back and the snow drifts would cause a pause in the fight.

The Autobots returned to the fortress of stone; wedged between two mountains a rock like palace was what they called base. Humans and machine alike would use the great stone walls to find time to rest and recuperate. They took turns at the front post to keep an eye on the enemy and protect themselves against a surprise attack, but even with the busy going ons it proved to be a lonely task. Waiting in the dark; Minds would replace the present worry with thoughts of the past. Many memories of their home world, but for Bumblebee something forbidden.

The youngest, though older then the very soil he stood on, let his mind slip into a pair of Autumn colored eyes.-- Eyes that seemed to always know how to burn into his soul. He would let his thoughts pass to the warmth of her skin, and the careless strands of baby fine blond that would fall from her braid. Rose left her impression that’s for sure, and he kept her there in his memory like a locket under a uniform. Close to his heart, and protected she remained. He kept her like a rare jewel, storing every inch of her being to his most protected memory. And just as you would a gold incased picture he would remove one of her smiles to get him through the tougher times.

The vast battlefield was silent, as he took the first watch. The Autobot wondered about her well-being as he fought the war within his own interior motors. Would he continue to serve a friend lost so long ago, or fight back the lies he kept telling himself. Lies, of her life and happiness without him. She was married right? It’s what humans do when they are happy...right?
Silence fell then over the flat plane before him as all the sound of his comrades and military alike dimmed and faded away. He let his mind free from the battle and just took in his surroundings. Yet over the silent terrain he could hear a voice. A soft gentle plea that has haunted him; breathlessly saying,

“I need you so”

Bumblebee fell to one knee, dimming the lights in his eyes and powering down to preserve energy. His hand closed over his palm and he bowed his head; pressing his temple to his closed fingers. One would think he fell to worship,– a prayer for the future, but his brothers knew better. They knew the free-spirited one had changed, much of him was not right, but not even their leader knew how to handle it or if he really should. He felt isolated from the group, an outcast at times but as an iron hand fell to his shoulder he was quickly reminded how he was not so alone.
Black in color and close to twice Bumblebee’s size, Ironhide was known for his brute force and emotionless features. Yet, something was different, and as he knelt before his companion he cast a glace over his shoulder to make sure they were alone.

“I do not need a medic to know something pains you from deep inside.” His whispered, like rolling thunder in the distance. His voice a normal pounding like beating drums sounding out war. However, for just a moment there was a greater kindness; a simple gesture often classified as very rare. A kind of once in a lifetime thing..

Bee lit his eyes returning his power to the present, and rose his face from the steel of his hands. For the moment not a single would could he pull. How do you tell another of heart ache when the one asking more then likely has never felt such pain or ever known such emotions.

“It has never healed has it?” A firm hand lifted back the yellow chest plate so tightly bound around the flame that kept them living. A single blue light hovered in an empty cavity barely flickering and was not as bright as it should be. The blue in Bee’s eyes paled to a soft yellow the mechanics of his pupils changed to beam words over the blank canvas provided by a mound of snow. The snow sparkled as each letter was written in light. This was her gift, a way for him to reclaim his identity and express himself freely.

“I’m fine, it is nothing to worry about.”

The older robot regarded his very headstrong counterpart and spoke.

“Your spark is not what I worry over.”
Ironhide stood and took a few steps away from his brother, clasping his much larger hands behind his back. He then squared his feet with his shoulders as he glanced out over the horizon, and continued,

“It is the fact one of these days I’m going to wake up and find you gone.” A true concern for the giant, for this was all the family any of them had left. In many ways the only love he would ever know or at least admit to.
Bumblebee was as close to shocked as he could ever get. Ironhide rarely showed his softer side, even to them. He was known to be the rock solid killing machine with little to no remorse for the opposing side. This act left Bee struggling to find words to say, but before he could activate his word processor and try Ironhide turned. His stance was stiff much like the soldier he was, and his chest puffed as he cleared his vocal processor.

“For if it were I,” He pressed back his shoulders, lifted his chin, and returned his voice to the canon wielding hardass he was. “I would have been gone years ago.” With that he continued into the darkness and returned to his post.

Transformers Fan Fic because I'm a goober

Tue, 17 Jul 2007 22:42:49 GMT

Title: Untitled for now
Rated: PG-13 for now, but R and so on later.
Genre: Romance/Adventure/Sci-Fi
Summery: 150 years after Samuel Witwichy’s death, the Autobots find themselves a valuable part of the U.S. Military, but as they start to question the war that seems to be more a world wide domination then a fight to keep peace they find themselves torn between two worlds. Can one woman rise to defend their honor, and keep her own feelings at bay?

This is a classic tale with a modern twist. There will be a pairing later on, just not sure how I’m going to work that out. How does one love a machine? Anyway. Enjoy!

Please be kind, I’m just a bit rusty yet full of imagination.
This has also been cross posted a few other places so sorry if you see it more then once.

Chapter One

Gun ships and air crafts flashed across the screen as talk of war and peace plagued the mouths of news anchors across the globe. Each spoke of the mysterious power the U.S. had unleashed over the nations surrounding the Middle East. Most could not understand the force that attacked only during the night and with endless force. They moved over the seas and conquered most every country they wished. Many nations feared for their own country, and it was not long before most of the Middle East and other major Mediterranean countries belonged to the US and became U.S. soil.

The U.N. grew impatient and demanded the U.S. to pull back, but the war on terror over powered even the worlds greatest power, and they could only set back and watch the next 7 years in horror. Millions died in the name of a perfect world, and a peaceful nation.

@`~,~~~

Rose stood with her arms folded over her chest. Her body pressed against the cool wood frame of her dining room doorway. Her eyes could barely leave the scene before her. The blood and warfare all the ex military agent could think about. It had been almost 7 years since she was forced from the arms, and there was no doubt in her mind that same reason was there before her.

Her eyes left the screen as the images played hard in her thoughts. Memories from the past along with worries for the future flooded her mind, and for the moment she closed her eyes and welcomed the better times.

*Flashback*

Captains Log July 13, 2170
Today with the help of our robot friends we moved the main wall to the Hoover base expanding the space by almost 40 percent. We’ll be able to make more room, and settle our friends comfortably into their much larger dorms. They have been in hiding now for almost 200 years, rising only when we needed them the most. Yet, as the world outside grows weary with the breakout of war, I see the restlessness of my companions.
The question of fighting for the right side remains. Deep within the nation I know lies are being told, and I hear whispers of the unsettling worry that our Robotic-in-Arms department do not share the same concerns as our President. Though I must admit I do not blame them.

The bombing of the defenseless countries still weigh heavy in their hearts, and I know they don’t agree on the outer intentions of our president. I often want to tell them they are not alone, but I would lose my job and never see them again.

Two hundred years ago they made a promise to our nation to protect us by all means and for years that served their number one, but as old age caught up their companion they promised to defend our country no matter what the cost. In his honor they stay, but is his honor really being preserved? I would not think Samuel would agree to much of the madness that our nation is about to unleash.
Captain Rosealynn Monroe

Rose replaced the digital notepad on her cluttered desk as the screen went blank. Long slender fingers filtered through her long strands of honey blond releasing them from the military knot and letting them fall over petite shoulders.

Though the world was dak and most every soul was in their bunk asleep she still felt very crowded. The 25 year old captain took a turn about the room to shut off the many gadgets that littered her dorm. One of the worlds greatest minds spent most of her time repairing bad senors of the new wave laser guns, and any other mindless task her superiors threw at her. Yet like all great women in her time she felt the need to rebel and most of her homework was spent trying her hardest to repair a vocal processor of one of her favorite Autobots.

For 150 years there just wasn’t enough time in the day for the Medic to work. From broken canons to detached arms, the younger robots spoken words were not as important. Though he had managed to pick up many phrases from various television and movies it was hard from him to put the words together in complete sentence. He would patch the words together and transmit them through his radio.

Bumblebee was an amazing soldier and by far the one with the most personality. He was the only Autobot who had taken an interest in human subjects, quicky becoming the Earth’s largest hockey fan. The thought always brought a smile to her face, as the image of the machine cheering his favorite team on flashed before her features.

*End Flashback*

Rose quickly snapped from her thoughts as a man she could barely stomach decided to put in his rusted two cents.

“This damn war is worth every penny of my tax money.” He chuckled as the death that flashed over the screen tickled him, and she would take a deep breath. Lt. Brian Portman of the U.S. Navy never heard of the giant robotic men, he never moved up enough in rank to warrant such a pleasure. Though often poking fun of his wife for her ideas that something much larger was at risk, he never knew the truth. All he knew was she was a small town girl who at one time in her life felt the need to leave and travel. Her parents would support that idea, for they never believed she joined any kind of military, and do to the severity of her once highest rank she was ordered into a new life, as if burnt out of the database forever, and was thankful she got to even keep her name.

“Those army guys really know how to stick it to the enemy, got new guns I see.” He plopped his feet on the sofa’s arm kicking back a can of beer. She rolled her eyes and pushed away from the door frame. Wondering how he ever really got into the Navy, for it would not take a rocket scientist to know there was much more going on then many would let on..yet men were dumb and he was their ringleader.

“Brian, do you honestly think that those new toys of theirs could bring down an entire city?”
He turned his clean cut features along with a scowl from his well defined jaw towards her. How she hated him in all his masculinity and vanity. Often she would wonder why in the world out of every man in the nation she picked him. Yet, as he parted his lips to speak the vibrant blue in his eyes shimmered and reminded her of a comfort she had never forgotten; she remembered.

“Think it’s one of those robots you cry about in your sleep? Should I tell the Dr. That you are having those crazy fits again?” He jeered while taking another swig of his beer. For years he has tormented her about her wild nightmares swearing it was her lunatics that drove him to drink. He even had her committed once a place that nearly broke her from her sanity. Yet she quickly fought back her fists and returned to the kitchen for dishes waited and that was just one more thing that would set him off.

~~~~~~~~

I really hope you enjoyed this, I'm looking forward to writing more and would love feedback. Also I'm not an English major so if anyone would like to help me fix my wordings or anything please let me know. :)

Say it Right

Sat, 30 Dec 2006 06:23:49 GMT

I cherish him because love just can't describe it.

Thu, 05 Oct 2006 03:26:29 GMT

lj is so dumb, why didn't I ever see this before?

Fri, 28 Jul 2006 06:19:41 GMT

Oh and just a quick FYO on the exercises, we put names, setting, genre, and props in a hat and pull them then set the timer and come up with this crap. Wanna know how hard it is to write a Gagsta story? Oh and Justin had Tabloid, very cool, really go check them out on the community and feel free to join and post away!

FantasyFiction

late night rp

Fri, 28 Jul 2006 06:15:46 GMT

if you guys have an hour or so this is what geeks do on a thursday night.

long and very bad spelling because we don't try to fix it because we don't give a shit.

Never give out your password or credit card number in an instant message conversation.

Kristin says:
(rp window)
Kristin says:
k you start britt
Peregrin says:
::The moon rose high in the cloud filled sky, each star glittered to only be covered by the rising storm. Far in the east the winds howled and bent back the trees threatening the Tavern and all that passed with a violent storm. Peregrin stirred the fire tending to the stew that boiled in the kettle above. He wondered if tonight would find him anything to entertain.::
Peregrin says:
(done)
Kristin says:
Del moved carefullu /
Kristin says:
*opps*
Kristin says:
Del moved carfully though the thick underbrush the brambles trying and failing to catch hold of her pants. Ky hadnt been kidding her when she said that nothing would be able to catch hold of the silk pants and shirt. Her body was wraped up in a heavy cloak to keep out the howling wind. She could see the twinkling lights of the inn not far away. She hoped to beat the threating storm to the
Kristin says:
inns door but held little hope for the fact that she could smell it in the air. "Emerald why didnt you ever teach me any weather magic?" Sighing softly to herself. She had no want to get wet but she wasnt sure she was going to have choice in that matter what so ever. Her fighting knives hidden behind her back under the cloak. One could never be sure what one might meet in an inn. Seeing
Kristin says:
who her father and mother were...she sighed her parentage was interesting and atractive to many a mage.
elghinn zhah er'griff l' kre'jil (death is only the begining) says:
: the sound of hoof beats thundering up the road as a massive black war horse ran up to the inn. red eyes blazing, massive muscles moving like liquid steel and iron horse shoes sending up sparks agains the particuraly hard and pointy rocks as the beast plowed onward. the figure on his back was dressed in all back with his cloak flying behind him and snapping in the wind,.... "Whoa! Whoa Damnit
elghinn zhah er'griff l' kre'jil (death is only the begining) says:
: the man on the horses back yelled, tugging on the reins as hard as he could "For the love of mother mayhem, STOP FREAKING MOVING YOU SORRY EXCUSE FOR GLUE!" at that the horse did indeed stop, suddenly, not even skidding as it planted its legs, the force of the sudden deceleration sent the man flying over the horses head, landing in the grass to the side of the road, next to the tavern.
elghinn zhah er'griff l' kre'jil (death is only the begining) says:
: standing up he regarded the horse with green eyes that where mostly hidden by brown hair. "Listen to me nag..." the stallion snorted defiantly. "If you ever do that again, i will personally geld you. do i make myself clear pony?" as he spoke, the man got closer and closer until his face was only a few inches from the horses. in resonse, the horse pulled its head back, then slammed it forward,
elghinn zhah er'griff l' kre'jil (death is only the begining) says:
: headbutting the man hard enough to knock him to the ground. after a moment, the man stood up, blinking and sighed. "Fine, have it your way, but when i get back, i'm telling that pretty painted mare you've been starring at what an ass you are." the horses eyes widened then it shook its head, bowing to one knee. "I thought so." turning, the man walked into the tavern, still brushing grass from
elghinn zhah er'griff l' kre'jil (death is only the begining) says:
: shoulders
Peregrin says:
::A light chuckle left his lips as he regaurded the man.:: I see my friend that either you fancy the grass or that thump I heard was your head? ::He did not know the man, but friend was a term he held dearly to his heart for stranger. Many years ago he was a slave, and the word friend wasn't a word he often used. He moved behind the counter and filled a tankard with his finest setting to the large
Peregrin says:
oak top. Then with challanging eyes dared him to not except the offer.::
Peregrin says:
(end)
Kristin says:
Del neared the inn just as the sky open up and poured the entire ocean upon her head. Pulling the hood of her cloak up farther she tried to keep as dry as possible. Ky's clothing was near indistructable but she wasnt about to put the newest set through the ringer yet. Eyeing the large black stalion with green eyes wearily she sighed. 'father' she thought softly 'what did you do to emrald
Kristin says:
this time. Shoving the door hard she made her way into the in, the last shelter for miles. Water driped off of her cloak and on to the floor rushes she kept her head down slightly as she waited for the keeper and that man to finish their exchange.
Kristin says:
(end and sub father for uncle and alls well)
elghinn zhah er'griff l' kre'jil (death is only the begining) says:
: He watched the bar tender for a moment then shrugged and walked in, pulling off his cloak "my horse was being... tempermental." with his cloak off, the weapons on his back became obvious, a round metal disk that had two wires comming out of it. the wires attached to a pair of metal batons that wher sheathed on his belt. anoter set of wires dissapeared under his shirt. smilling at the bartender <
elghinn zhah er'griff l' kre'jil (death is only the begining) says:
: he pulled out a few silver coins and dropped them on the table, "whatever that will get me, if you please."
Peregrin says:
::He eyed the blades with careful eyes, but let them slide. He knew his questions always got the best of him.:: It will get you plenty of things, but around here you have to at least give me a hint or perhaps you'll end up with red wine..a woman's drink. ::He turned to spoon a bit of the stew into a bowl and returned his attention towards the man.:: As far as the horse..kill it. ::he rose his
Peregrin says:
electric gaze towards the door, eyes flickered in the lantern light.:: Evening..::He nodded his head towards the fire.:: Leave the cloak there or you'll catch your death. ::His thoughts returned to the night before, when the hearth was so easily ocupied by a much smaller frame. Resting his body against the counter he lifted a heavy booted foot to prop over a small box. A single blade stuck up from
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his boot and that was all he carried as far as weapons. Though the man across from him seemed to be littered with them....or at least thats what he thought they were.::
Kristin says:
Del looked up at the keeper, causeing the crowl of her cloak to tumble back reveling golden blonde hair that was bound back in a braid. She hung her cloak near the fire knowing that the materail that Ky made it out of made it quick to dry. Her pants and shirt a deep purple with cats print embrorded on the pants leg and along the belted shirt. Daggers sat on each hip one bright silver blade with
Kristin says:
a black cat carved into it. the other dagger had no disgen on it but jet black metal with a silver sheen to it. Her eyes were green, dark and any emerald and just as reflective. When she smiled to the keeper there was a slightly stronger point to her canine teeth but not obvious. "Thank you, and is there any way i could impose on you for some warm mead? And as for your stalion sir he looks
Kristin says:
like he's worth more then your willing to part with." With that said that droped a silver coin to the table for the inn keeper.
elghinn zhah er'griff l' kre'jil (death is only the begining) says:
: "Actually, i've tried to kill him, but his is apparently immune to most poisons..." the man smiled and looked at the bar tender. "Well, lets see. what to drink? somthing thats normally served in very small glasses and that comes with a warning lable for non-dwarves." he readjusted his shirt to make sure the sleeves kept everything up to his wrists covered. "unless you have somthing better..."
Peregrin says:
::He chuckled dryly to the man and got them both their drinks. He propped himself up on the edge of the counter just down from the pair and pulled one knee to his chest.:: Besides the storm what brings you to this end of the woods? Searching for fortune? fame? adventure? ::His words were quick witted but not meant harmful. He just often let his curiosity get the best of him.::
Peregrin says:
9end
Kristin says:
Del took the drink carfully in her hands and sipped it slowly. "Nothing interesting I asure you, just passing through. Sir do you mind me asking you where you found your mount, hes...quite interesting." Removing her gloves she tucked them carefully in her belt. Her left hand and arm still bore a rose tattoo that she couldnt part with. The past was somthing she had long since delt with, and
Kristin says:
now was on her way to destory the cuase of it.
elghinn zhah er'griff l' kre'jil (death is only the begining) says:
: he raised his eyebrow "you mean Fuffers?" outside the sound of an angry horse snorting was competed with the storm. "he found me, i think, or mabye it was that i found him but he decided that my life would be a good one to attempt to make as painful as possible. oh well. and he is what brings me to this place."
Peregrin says:
He sounds like the devil himself rests in that heart. Perhaps he would be so easily calmed if you tied a strand of garlic around his neck. Or perhaps gave him a more suitable name..::He eyed the pair but with a smile as he sipped his own drink. He had to admit he was shocked there was a wild story of where they were going or any of the nature but perhaps times were changing too much. He had
Peregrin says:
forgotten age to him was nothing and in his days of waiting who knew how much time had passed.::
Kristin says:
"I think something like Shadow or Midnight, or Darkness might be more fitting a creature like him. Your also lible to get bit for that but its your pound of flesh not mine." She smiled up at the man in black letting her teeth show a bit more. He was an interesting sort, the inn keeper was not much of a threat but her was sure that man in black could brawl given the fact of what his mount was.
Kristin says:
She laughed 'father you would find this man interesting.' she thought with a laugh. she missed haveing someone to travel with but she would be back home soon enough. This mission was scouting. Acording to her information there was a coven of vamps and 'pets' not to far from this inn. She was to go and find out who the leaders were and to give the information back to father. SHe couldnt
Kristin says:
undstand why he needed her to do this for him but she understood that it was best he kept out of it as much as possible. Tugging the elphant headed amulte out from under her shirt she fiddle with the leather cord.
elghinn zhah er'griff l' kre'jil (death is only the begining) says:
: "And you would be correct, those would be more appropriate to his size, shape, and what you would find if you looked between his ears... however, Fuffers more aptly describes his intelligence and manners." he took a drink of his and silently enjoyed the burn of the alcohol in his chest. good to be alive again.... "But, if we where to name everything on how they appeared, i would be somthing
elghinn zhah er'griff l' kre'jil (death is only the begining) says:
: like Tryvos the Destroyer of Kittens and Virgin Babies! as oppsoed to non virgin babies of course."
Peregrin says:
::As if on que to the word babies, a very sleepy toddler stumbled down the stairs her strawberry blonde hair pulled back in the same ribbon that held Perry's hair the night before. Her violet eyes moved over the room and little arms clung to the remnants of an old green cloak. She hid behind the large oak beams that held up the roof and just watched knowing she wasn't suposed to be up.::
Peregrin says:
::He knew she was there, but tonight it was going to be a different game. He would pretend with a heavy sigh he did not notice her and continued on his drink.:: Fuffers is a fine name, though I still worry about the devil..
Kristin says:
Del sighed as she felt the energy of a small child. He was a parent? that shanged the game a bit. she would have to make sure that she didnt bring in straglers back here with her...oh well least she knew a head of time. "I doubt my good man, that name fits you about as well as fluffers does your fine mount. Umm I didnt catch what either of your true names were, I am Lilly and you to gentlemen
Kristin says:
are?" She asked, her pet name sliding off her toung easier then she thought it would. 'sorry father' she thought guilty. She felt guilt for using that name when she had fought so hard against it. At least now it had a purpose and would help her.
elghinn zhah er'griff l' kre'jil (death is only the begining) says:
: looking over at the toddler he quickly ran his hands over his sleeves, boots, and belt to make sure all of his weapons where firmly in place, small children had a habbit of trying to kill him with his own knives. "Exactly, that name is indeed silly, who ever heard of Virgin Babies... oh well... i am known as "Mysterious Stranger" or "Oh god my spleen!" depending on who your speaking to..."
elghinn zhah er'griff l' kre'jil (death is only the begining) says:

Peregrin says:
: Perhaps, the joke was going far enough, but Perry would play along.:: Peregrin, though many call me Perry, even a few say Pip ::He shrugged lightly and held up one finger. Silenly he stood on the counter out of the sight of the child and traveled into the rafters. Quickly and quietly he prowled like a cat staulking it's prey he loamed over the child. Her wide eyes searched the room for him, and
Peregrin says:
just as she started to turn for the stairs she was met with yellow glowing eyes peering from the shadows. She squeeled and tried to run, but was quickly caputered in his large hands.:: and this..::He spoke as he swung her over his head.:: Is Robin, who I can never get to sleep on normal hours.
Peregrin says:
::
Peregrin says:
(end
Kristin says:
Del smiled sweetly at the child. "Pleasure to meet you Robin and Peregrin, as for you I'm going to call you Snowball." she grined into her cup. The warm sidder had done its job and warmed her to her core, and the smell of the stew simmer over the fire. "Peregrin could i truble you for some of the stew you have over the fire?" She asked putting on her kindest smile. there were alot of dangers
Kristin says:
having a small child in a tavern like this but she assumed that he knew what he was doing. it was no safer then a Hunters lodge, so she had no right to argue.
elghinn zhah er'griff l' kre'jil (death is only the begining) says:
: "Snowball it is then." He said, leaning back a bit. "Robin eh, cute kid, not quite big enough to be edible, but cute." taking another drink he set his cup down on the counter and looked over at lily "so, now that we have names out of the way, lets get on to the truly jucy details, like... where in the living bowls of eternal hell am i?"
elghinn zhah er'griff l' kre'jil (death is only the begining) says:

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if you guys have an hour or so this is what geeks do on a thursday night.

long and very bad spelling because we don't try to fix it because we don't give a shit.

<lj-cut> Never give out your password or credit card number in an instant message conversation.

Kristin says:
(rp window)
Kristin says:
k you start britt
Peregrin says:
::The moon rose high in the cloud filled sky, each star glittered to only be covered by the rising storm. Far in the east the winds howled and bent back the trees threatening the Tavern and all that passed with a violent storm. Peregrin stirred the fire tending to the stew that boiled in the kettle above. He wondered if tonight would find him anything to entertain.::
Peregrin says:
(done)
Kristin says:
Del moved carefullu /
Kristin says:
*opps*
Kristin says:
Del moved carfully though the thick underbrush the brambles trying and failing to catch hold of her pants. Ky hadnt been kidding her when she said that nothing would be able to catch hold of the silk pants and shirt. Her body was wraped up in a heavy cloak to keep out the howling wind. She could see the twinkling lights of the inn not far away. She hoped to beat the threating storm to the <C>
Kristin says:
inns door but held little hope for the fact that she could smell it in the air. "Emerald why didnt you ever teach me any weather magic?" Sighing softly to herself. She had no want to get wet but she wasnt sure she was going to have choice in that matter what so ever. Her fighting knives hidden behind her back under the cloak. One could never be sure what one might meet in an inn. Seeing <C>
Kristin says:
who her father and mother were...she sighed her parentage was interesting and atractive to many a mage.
elghinn zhah er'griff l' kre'jil (death is only the begining) says:
: the sound of hoof beats thundering up the road as a massive black war horse ran up to the inn. red eyes blazing, massive muscles moving like liquid steel and iron horse shoes sending up sparks agains the particuraly hard and pointy rocks as the beast plowed onward. the figure on his back was dressed in all back with his cloak flying behind him and snapping in the wind,.... "Whoa! Whoa Damnit<C>
elghinn zhah er'griff l' kre'jil (death is only the begining) says:
: the man on the horses back yelled, tugging on the reins as hard as he could "For the love of mother mayhem, STOP FREAKING MOVING YOU SORRY EXCUSE FOR GLUE!" at that the horse did indeed stop, suddenly, not even skidding as it planted its legs, the force of the sudden deceleration sent the man flying over the horses head, landing in the grass to the side of the road, next to the tavern. <C>
elghinn zhah er'griff l' kre'jil (death is only the begining) says:
: standing up he regarded the horse with green eyes that where mostly hidden by brown hair. "Listen to me nag..." the stallion snorted defiantly. "If you ever do that again, i will personally geld you. do i make myself clear pony?" as he spoke, the man got closer and closer until his face was only a few inches from the horses. in resonse, the horse pulled its head back, then slammed it forward,<C>
elghinn zhah er'griff l' kre'jil (death is only the begining) says:
: headbutting the man hard enough to knock him to the ground. after a moment, the man stood up, blinking and sighed. "Fine, have it your way, but when i get back, i'm telling that pretty painted mare you've been starring at what an ass you are." the horses eyes widened then it shook its head, bowing to one knee. "I thought so." turning, the man walked into the tavern, still brushing grass from <C>
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: shoulders
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::A light chuckle left his lips as he regaurded the man.:: I see my friend that either you fancy the grass or that thump I heard was your head? ::He did not know the man, but friend was a term he held dearly to his heart for stranger. Many years ago he was a slave, and the word friend wasn't a word he often used. He moved behind the counter and filled a tankard with his finest setting to the large
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oak top. Then with challanging eyes dared him to not except the offer.::
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(end)
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Del neared the inn just as the sky open up and poured the entire ocean upon her head. Pulling the hood of her cloak up farther she tried to keep as dry as possible. Ky's clothing was near indistructable but she wasnt about to put the newest set through the ringer yet. Eyeing the large black stalion with green eyes wearily she sighed. 'father' she thought softly 'what did you do to emrald
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this time. Shoving the door hard she made her way into the in, the last shelter for miles. Water driped off of her cloak and on to the floor rushes she kept her head down slightly as she waited for the keeper and that man to finish their exchange.
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(end and sub father for uncle and alls well)
elghinn zhah er'griff l' kre'jil (death is only the begining) says:
: He watched the bar tender for a moment then shrugged and walked in, pulling off his cloak "my horse was being... tempermental." with his cloak off, the weapons on his back became obvious, a round metal disk that had two wires comming out of it. the wires attached to a pair of metal batons that wher sheathed on his belt. anoter set of wires dissapeared under his shirt. smilling at the bartender <
elghinn zhah er'griff l' kre'jil (death is only the begining) says:
: he pulled out a few silver coins and dropped them on the table, "whatever that will get me, if you please."
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::He eyed the blades with careful eyes, but let them slide. He knew his questions always got the best of him.:: It will get you plenty of things, but around here you have to at least give me a hint or perhaps you'll end up with red wine..a woman's drink. ::He turned to spoon a bit of the stew into a bowl and returned his attention towards the man.:: As far as the horse..kill it. ::he rose his
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electric gaze towards the door, eyes flickered in the lantern light.:: Evening..::He nodded his head towards the fire.:: Leave the cloak there or you'll catch your death. ::His thoughts returned to the night before, when the hearth was so easily ocupied by a much smaller frame. Resting his body against the counter he lifted a heavy booted foot to prop over a small box. A single blade stuck up from
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his boot and that was all he carried as far as weapons. Though the man across from him seemed to be littered with them....or at least thats what he thought they were.::
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Del looked up at the keeper, causeing the crowl of her cloak to tumble back reveling golden blonde hair that was bound back in a braid. She hung her cloak near the fire knowing that the materail that Ky made it out of made it quick to dry. Her pants and shirt a deep purple with cats print embrorded on the pants leg and along the belted shirt. Daggers sat on each hip one bright silver blade with
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a black cat carved into it. the other dagger had no disgen on it but jet black metal with a silver sheen to it. Her eyes were green, dark and any emerald and just as reflective. When she smiled to the keeper there was a slightly stronger point to her canine teeth but not obvious. "Thank you, and is there any way i could impose on you for some warm mead? And as for your stalion sir he looks
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like he's worth more then your willing to part with." With that said that droped a silver coin to the table for the inn keeper.
elghinn zhah er'griff l' kre'jil (death is only the begining) says:
: "Actually, i've tried to kill him, but his is apparently immune to most poisons..." the man smiled and looked at the bar tender. "Well, lets see. what to drink? somthing thats normally served in very small glasses and that comes with a warning lable for non-dwarves." he readjusted his shirt to make sure the sleeves kept everything up to his wrists covered. "unless you have somthing better..."
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::He chuckled dryly to the man and got them both their drinks. He propped himself up on the edge of the counter just down from the pair and pulled one knee to his chest.:: Besides the storm what brings you to this end of the woods? Searching for fortune? fame? adventure? ::His words were quick witted but not meant harmful. He just often let his curiosity get the best of him.::
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Del took the drink carfully in her hands and sipped it slowly. "Nothing interesting I asure you, just passing through. Sir do you mind me asking you where you found your mount, hes...quite interesting." Removing her gloves she tucked them carefully in her belt. Her left hand and arm still bore a rose tattoo that she couldnt part with. The past was somthing she had long since delt with, and
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now was on her way to destory the cuase of it.
elghinn zhah er'griff l' kre'jil (death is only the begining) says:
: he raised his eyebrow "you mean Fuffers?" outside the sound of an angry horse snorting was competed with the storm. "he found me, i think, or mabye it was that i found him but he decided that my life would be a good one to attempt to make as painful as possible. oh well. and he is what brings me to this place."
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He sounds like the devil himself rests in that heart. Perhaps he would be so easily calmed if you tied a strand of garlic around his neck. Or perhaps gave him a more suitable name..::He eyed the pair but with a smile as he sipped his own drink. He had to admit he was shocked there was a wild story of where they were going or any of the nature but perhaps times were changing too much. He had
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forgotten age to him was nothing and in his days of waiting who knew how much time had passed.::
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"I think something like Shadow or Midnight, or Darkness might be more fitting a creature like him. Your also lible to get bit for that but its your pound of flesh not mine." She smiled up at the man in black letting her teeth show a bit more. He was an interesting sort, the inn keeper was not much of a threat but her was sure that man in black could brawl given the fact of what his mount was.
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She laughed 'father you would find this man interesting.' she thought with a laugh. she missed haveing someone to travel with but she would be back home soon enough. This mission was scouting. Acording to her information there was a coven of vamps and 'pets' not to far from this inn. She was to go and find out who the leaders were and to give the information back to father. SHe couldnt
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undstand why he needed her to do this for him but she understood that it was best he kept out of it as much as possible. Tugging the elphant headed amulte out from under her shirt she fiddle with the leather cord.
elghinn zhah er'griff l' kre'jil (death is only the begining) says:
: "And you would be correct, those would be more appropriate to his size, shape, and what you would find if you looked between his ears... however, Fuffers more aptly describes his intelligence and manners." he took a drink of his and silently enjoyed the burn of the alcohol in his chest. good to be alive again.... "But, if we where to name everything on how they appeared, i would be somthing <C>
elghinn zhah er'griff l' kre'jil (death is only the begining) says:
: like Tryvos the Destroyer of Kittens and Virgin Babies! as oppsoed to non virgin babies of course."
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::As if on que to the word babies, a very sleepy toddler stumbled down the stairs her strawberry blonde hair pulled back in the same ribbon that held Perry's hair the night before. Her violet eyes moved over the room and little arms clung to the remnants of an old green cloak. She hid behind the large oak beams that held up the roof and just watched knowing she wasn't suposed to be up.::
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::He knew she was there, but tonight it was going to be a different game. He would pretend with a heavy sigh he did not notice her and continued on his drink.:: Fuffers is a fine name, though I still worry about the devil..
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Del sighed as she felt the energy of a small child. He was a parent? that shanged the game a bit. she would have to make sure that she didnt bring in straglers back here with her...oh well least she knew a head of time. "I doubt my good man, that name fits you about as well as fluffers does your fine mount. Umm I didnt catch what either of your true names were, I am Lilly and you to gentlemen
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are?" She asked, her pet name sliding off her toung easier then she thought it would. 'sorry father' she thought guilty. She felt guilt for using that name when she had fought so hard against it. At least now it had a purpose and would help her.
elghinn zhah er'griff l' kre'jil (death is only the begining) says:
: looking over at the toddler he quickly ran his hands over his sleeves, boots, and belt to make sure all of his weapons where firmly in place, small children had a habbit of trying to kill him with his own knives. "Exactly, that name is indeed silly, who ever heard of Virgin Babies... oh well... i am known as "Mysterious Stranger" or "Oh god my spleen!" depending on who your speaking to..."
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<end>
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: Perhaps, the joke was going far enough, but Perry would play along.:: Peregrin, though many call me Perry, even a few say Pip ::He shrugged lightly and held up one finger. Silenly he stood on the counter out of the sight of the child and traveled into the rafters. Quickly and quietly he prowled like a cat staulking it's prey he loamed over the child. Her wide eyes searched the room for him, and
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just as she started to turn for the stairs she was met with yellow glowing eyes peering from the shadows. She squeeled and tried to run, but was quickly caputered in his large hands.:: and this..::He spoke as he swung her over his head.:: Is Robin, who I can never get to sleep on normal hours.
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::
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Del smiled sweetly at the child. "Pleasure to meet you Robin and Peregrin, as for you I'm going to call you Snowball." she grined into her cup. The warm sidder had done its job and warmed her to her core, and the smell of the stew simmer over the fire. "Peregrin could i truble you for some of the stew you have over the fire?" She asked putting on her kindest smile. there were alot of dangers
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having a small child in a tavern like this but she assumed that he knew what he was doing. it was no safer then a Hunters lodge, so she had no right to argue.
elghinn zhah er'griff l' kre'jil (death is only the begining) says:
: "Snowball it is then." He said, leaning back a bit. "Robin eh, cute kid, not quite big enough to be edible, but cute." taking another drink he set his cup down on the counter and looked over at lily "so, now that we have names out of the way, lets get on to the truly jucy details, like... where in the living bowls of eternal hell am i?"
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<edn?
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::Robin's small pink lips curled back into a smile. Her delicate fangs peering out from the rose color.::
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My dear help yourself. ::He quickly covered Robin's mouth and made him self busy with finding something to put in her bottle. A small amount of milk was placed out for her as he sat her beside the man in the stool. She quickly took to it, and he prepared the bowl for Lilly.:: You my good Sir, are At the Old Oak Inn just outside of **enter name later** a place I hope you return to on your travels.
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(end
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Del took a deep long breath. She hadnt caught it earlier becuase she had been so far away but now she was sure of it, the child was a vampire, and the inn keeper knew. odds were that the child was a cast off from one of the leaders of the coven. Her left hand balled invalnarly, she wouldnt kill a child unless things changed. Smiling she took a deep breath. Odds of this were 100 to 1. Vampire
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s rarely turned children. She could have been born this way and would still age to a point...which ment she was born out of an older vampire and if that was the case she would be very very powerfull. She would find a chance to ask him about what happend soon enough.
elghinn zhah er'griff l' kre'jil (death is only the begining) says:
: Snowball simply sighed. "tell me peregrin, while i am aware that this is a strange world with ltos of things that do not often make sense... exactly why does the child have fangs? i would be very comforted to know that she is somthing simple, like a vampire or lycanthrope or demon, and not some soul sucking goddess reborn here to steal our life essence with cute eyes of dhoom."
elghinn zhah er'griff l' kre'jil (death is only the begining) says:
<C>
elghinn zhah er'griff l' kre'jil (death is only the begining) says:
: he took up his drink and to a gulp this time, sighing with the burn. "you know.... just to make sure <end>
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::The word "Fuck" entered his mind as he danced around the question he hated to answer. His eyes grew dark with swirls of black swirling around the depths of his blue.:: She wasn't given the chance to grow up, her life was stolen from her in ways I can not imagin. Killed she was in a villiage so long ago, and reborn something she shouldn't have been. It's long story one perhaps I shouldn't share
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in front of the lady no?
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"Its a story that I have heard more then once." Del said with a slight sigh. A fate that she herself had been spared by only the blood that flowed through her very vaines. Pulling her sleev up to her elbow showing clearly on her pale flesh the marks of fangs. "I was at one time long ago a 'pet' or 'familer' as some would say, so I know all to well her story. Many vampires want them as
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playmates for born vampire children." She shook her head softly. 'uncle where are you when your healing touch could been needed' Taking a small bite of her stew she tried to shake off meroires that were threatening to over whelm her. She had not lied to them just omited parts of the truth from them. Truths that could get them killed.
elghinn zhah er'griff l' kre'jil (death is only the begining) says:
: "Well, i suppose, but couldnt she also be a Deathless, a Lich, a Reborn, a Blood Magus, a Zombie, an Awakened, or mabye she's somthing else entirely. just because someone dies and then gets back up with fangs doesnt mean that their a vampire, or mabye she was a vampire and got better, or possibly shes a Tattooed. you cant just assume shes a vampire." Snowball laughed. "Hell, she could be a <C>
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: "Kitten, but then i'd have to destroy her as i said earlier.
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::Lies ran wild from his own mouth, a secret he didn't want to admit.:: She's a vampire. :: A short snap, and a glare of blue hues asked him to silence the subject for a later date.:: So do you study vampires, lilly? ::He asked curling Robin against his chest and starting his slow pace across the floor to coach her back to sleep.::
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"One could say that." She answer softly. Tugging her sleeve back down she returned to her stew, although she had little apatie for it anymore. the pain of merories were all to real for her to push back down. Flashes of the destroyed mannor that bodies strewn this way and that. she had enough bad memories to haunt a thousand lifetimes.
elghinn zhah er'griff l' kre'jil (death is only the begining) says:
: Snowball laughed "I dont know, she doesnt look like any of the vampires i've ever met, except of course for the fangs. not to mention shes drinking milk and not blood. no child that young who was also a vampire would drink anything but blood, older vampires can handle the occasional normal food but younglings have to fragile a digestive system. it would give her all sorts of interstingly colored
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bowl movments."
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<end>
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;; So iritation quickly flamed up in his face, and he narrowed his eyes to the man. His comment was ignored and now that Robin was asleep he replaced her on the fur rug just by the fire. Taking a seat beside Lilly he lowered his voice to a small whisper like state.:: One could say many things, and could also say it's a dangerous subject to study. You are not doing it alone are you? ::Concern
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swelled in his chest and was mimiced in his voice.::
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Del glanced up at him her eyes shiny for a moment before they cleared quickly. "I know the dangers and yes I work alone. I wouldnt want anothers blood on my hands. I am a carefull hunter." She replied stressing the word Hunter. Trying to impart that she was well prepared for the dangers a head. "If she is a vampire, you will need to begin introducing blood to her dite or she may die from shock
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the first time she feeds." She was said softly so only the man across from her could hear. Her palm was face up on the table the rose imposible not to see.
elghinn zhah er'griff l' kre'jil (death is only the begining) says:
: "what kind of vampire hunter do you think you are? vampires need blood from the moment they are born or turned. in the case of being born, they have been feeding on blood supplied by their mother since conception and in the case of being turned, they are just like adult vampires, only smaller and cuter and a lot harder to stab because of said cuteness..."
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I have cared for this child for many years, her race does not souly depend on blood, a bread unlike any other this vampire. They walk in the day and night, and never age, yet can be killed. They only require blood if needing healed. After so long the need dies, but illness sets in. She feeds on small creatures but other then that has no desire for higher game. ::He turned his head to face the man
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wanting to jump to her deffence.::
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"You I see have little knowlege of how some vampires work. Trust me on my FIRST hand knowledge of their limitations an what not." Her tone hard but sitll soft. "Peregirn is correct in his statement. I was the pet of one much like him, although he was one of the oldest turned so that changes matters much." She took a deep breath before contnuing. "You wouldnt know my clan for there are few of
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us left, and those of us who still darwl breath were scatered to the winds long ago." Del looked no older then 20 but she was older then that. Her heratige made her age slower, and if she named her clan it would be to easy to know who she was. 'forgive me father for saying to much' she thought softly knowing that he would not be pleased with her if he was sitting in on this converstaion from
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some vantage point as was his custom.
elghinn zhah er'griff l' kre'jil (death is only the begining) says:
: "Ah, well..." Snowball smiled enough to show teeth, large, pointed teeth that looked sucpiciously like vampire fangs, then rolled up his sleeve to show the tatooes, what looked like flames that had been turned into symbols, so small that there where a few dozen on just the one wrist. "like i said, shes not a vampire then. another form of undead perhaps, a daywalker or somthing similar. but <C>
elghinn zhah er'griff l' kre'jil (death is only the begining) says:
"a true vampire."
elghinn zhah er'griff l' kre'jil (death is only the begining) says:
^not a true vampire
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How do you define a true vampire sir? Have you book with the code and description? Call her what you wish, but I say your point is one sided and close minded. Though..::He sat back in his chair asuming that is where they were all sitting.:: I would like to read this book you must have read.
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(end
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"Trues come in many forms." Was the only thing she said images of Nilo and Derreck flashing through her mind. Then the others that she had come in contact with Draco and Jessikia. Closeing her eyes she willed them away. "There is no book nor ryhme or reason to the way the work. They slaughter all that is good and take alll that they can from the liveing. Many chose that unlife over death or
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illness but they have lost more then they will ever gain in the transaction. I have seen many promised undeath only to be drained of every last drop of blood before thier body was cast to the dogs." Her hand shook slightly rembering her mother and again closed her hand into a fist before forcing herself to take another bite of the stew.

You have just sent a Nudge!

elghinn zhah er'griff l' kre'jil (death is only the begining) says:
(BAH!)
elghinn zhah er'griff l' kre'jil (death is only the begining) says:
: snowball simply shrugged "All im saying is that either peregrin doesnt know what she is or he is being purposefully obtuse. with all the lovely vampireness coming to light, you would think he would know the name of what she is or perhaps a better description. oh well. in the end she is acute kid and remarkably well behaved. i would suggest waiting untill at least thirteen to eat it."
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:;Rage boiled behind his eyes and burned his chest. His teeth clenched tightly he had half a mind to show the man what "vampire" stood for, feeling his own set of fangs filling his lips and that being the trigger to calm. Taking a deep breath he let his form return to normal and stood from the table to clean up from the day's business.::'
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(end
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"You know how to step on many toes dont you? But let me ask you somthing, you must have a sire who was he? I'm sure that the list of my masters would put your sire to shame.'" Her hair stood up on the back of her neck, and she got another whif of nothing more then what could be a vampire off of Peregrin. Lovely she though, 'father i have fallen into a den of vampires, and one of them is a child
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no wonder you sent me this way.' The daggers felt suddenly hot against her skin. She knew that no of them had threatened her, but she was wondering if they knew what had fallen into thier mist. One of the few surving member of the Jaguar Hunter clan. If they did life would prove to get interesting and very very quickly to.

You have just sent a Nudge!

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(ENOUGH!)

elghinn zhah er'griff l' kre'jil (death is only the begining) just sent you a Nudge!

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elghinn zhah er'griff l' kre'jil (death is only the begining) just sent you a Nudge!

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elghinn zhah er'griff l' kre'jil (death is only the begining) says:
: "i am my own sire, for i am a Tatooed. a kind of undead created by magical inscriptions placed on the body and enchanted with necromantic energy. my particular form follows closer to a vampire, but not quite." Snowball smiled "which means i chose my form, chose my unlife, and had to go through an excruciatingly painfull process to achieve it, and yes, i prefer elvin blood to human thou hafling<C
elghinn zhah er'griff l' kre'jil (death is only the begining) says:
: is nearly as good."
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: oh how he sounded like Sara doing the dishes, banging pots and pans grumbling harsh words under his breath. His temper rarely flaired up but when it did it brought the better part of him to bring it down. Returning with a smile he offered them another drink.:: I've never heard of your kind.
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"No issues here not any of those three." she hissed. "You must watch you back dearest Snowball for you still smell the same to any hunter, and I am sure that you will dust in a very simular way to any other vampire." Her tone almost akin to a hiss. Her legs were crossed at the knees but in such away that she could get quickly to her feet if the need arose. her food was closer to her now and she
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looked at ease but that was a well placed lie. "I could turn you toes with stories about my masters and the like but I wouldnt want to bring bad company raining down apon us and speaking their names has a tendency to bring them out of the walls. And no matter what power you had you would be on your knees beging for mercey before they were through with the likes of you.
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(end)

You have just sent a Nudge!

elghinn zhah er'griff l' kre'jil (death is only the begining) says:
: "a vampire huntress, bragging about the vampires who probably gave you no end of trouble, having not turned you. torture, rape, that sort of thing and your bragging about them?" he sighed "Im not a true vampire so no i dont dust, no i dont have a heart to stab with pointy stick and no silver doesnt burn... well, i do have a heart but its made of Jade.... well, anyway, the point is.... <C>
elghinn zhah er'griff l' kre'jil (death is only the begining) says:
" wait, what was the point of this conversation? oh yes, it was a pissing contest started by myself trying to prove who knows more about vampires... when the fact is that in the world we live in i have yet to meet a true vampire.... seems to be more 'speacial' varieties of vamp than anything else leading one to wonder, what did happen to the true vamps anyway, to much sun, to many pointy sticks?"
elghinn zhah er'griff l' kre'jil (death is only the begining) says:
<end>
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::He kinda just sat back and let them have this one out.::
elghinn zhah er'griff l' kre'jil (death is only the begining) says:
(cop out!) <lj-cut>

#4

Thu, 27 Jul 2006 03:13:47 GMT

Exercise #4
Arc and Kitty Pryde
Setting: Amusment part full of ninjas
Genre: Gangsta
Prop: Trash can
20 minutes

The summer day quickly faded into a blistery night. The once glittering park had died to a black shadow cast world of filth. Paper and half eaten apples spilled out of the oversized trash cans littering the ground. With each brush of the Autumn wind they danced further away.

She had sworn the x-men she would not follow this theory of the park, that it was not a drug induced dream and full of Alcohol Rivers. Earlier in the week two men were ruthlessly gunned down by a gang quickly being known as the foot.

Though the walkways had been empty for hours she felt eyes being cast in her direction, and without warning the bells of carousel sang out piercing the silent night, and quickly she was enchanted by this childhood theme. Moving to the painted horses she stood just out range watching the shimmer lights open and brighten even the darkest shadows.

Bewitched by the spilling motions she did not notice the top hat figure so eater to pull his unsuspected guest into his “vision”. He stepped onto the platform his long black hair falling down his shoulders, and his sapphire eyes screamed with insanity. He was clad in black and fancied a black cape to drape over his slender shoulders. His leather gloved hands held tightly around the gold polls that hung the horses so delicately, and suddenly chills raced her spine.

She realized that as he moved he did not go round with the ride, but it was like time stood still and as he passed the glorious horses shot with streaks of color to catch up with the present time. With a single motion he was before her with a mysterious grin that moved her heart faster with each moment passing.

“My my what have we here?” His voice was clear and with a hint glee but also under toned with the trained voice of an actor preparing for his role in Macbeth.

“A little dove perched upon the tree of wonder.” He circled around her slowly moving his voice to a whisper.

“Wondering of the things it should not I bet, for the tree is a tall one, and I dare not imagine the fall.” Behind him the clan of ninjas slowly churned.

#4

Thu, 27 Jul 2006 02:06:42 GMT

Exercise #3
Gambit and Phylocke
Genre: Sci-Fi
Object: cup
Setting: On a bridge with rapids underneath
20 minutes

The water rushed under their feet being forced between large boulders, and the white rapids churned as if they were being poured too quickly into a very small cup. The land on either side though alien seemed so familiar like the Rocky Mountains hugging the skyline of Earth. Yet as the eye would travel to the pair of moons it reminded the quick witted Cajun just how far he was from home.

The night was bitterly cold, and the bridge quickly froze with the red sheen of the strange water. A suit of steel bound their bodies and kept them from the ice, and for once Betsy left her body covered with much to imagine.

She knew her sly friend never minded being in the rear of their trek and she could only imagine what he was thinking. Yet as she turned her heard to glance at the Cajun thief she realized that for once his mind was on the mission and not her ass.

With his chestnut brown hair pulled back from his face and the suit bulking his body she thought for once he didn’t need shadows and smoke to intimidate his enemy. Remy looked the part of a killing machine and with dried purple blood splattered over his suit he fit the bill.

“Do you need a break Cajun?” She asked him her blue hues sweeping into his.

“You know Betsy wit’ a place like dis’ Cajun don’ seem de’ right word no?” His voice was raspy from the many years of cigarettes hanging from his lips. She laughed and shook her head.

“No matter how far from home we are with an accent like that they’ll know you not from around here.” She smirked reaching the end of the bridge. Suddenly a cry from the distance rang out like a wild animal, yet nothing like they had ever heard.

“Tink’ he know where I’m from?” He grinned letting the gun fall from his shoulder and into his hands.

“I don’t know, I’ve never been to New Orleans.” She copied his motion letting the mound of steel rest in ready.

“Don’ worry Cher, he sound like pussy compared to da’ dirty streets of dat’ place.” With that he let his helmet fall over his face and the sounds of computers booting prepared them for the battle ahead.

#2

Thu, 27 Jul 2006 01:53:18 GMT

Exercise #2
Nightcrawler and Lark
Sahara Dessert waiting on Superman (lol)
15minutes

The hot sun boiled in the Sahara’s sky/ A cloudless day, the air was dry and their very skin felt as the ocean of sand around them. Shelter was scarce, but the wreckage of the blackbird was enough shade to proved them protection. Two dead their bodies buried far from the sight, Lark closed back up in the protective circle of her own arms. Hugging her knees she buried her face into the thick robes she called clothes.

He hadn’t been long but the bodies needed to be away when the buzzards started their cycle. The sun had practically melted the leather of his cut so he gladly stripped them from his body. Blue hued skin covered in his sins and the scars acted as a cruel reminder of his past. When he stepped back in from the outside, the smallest gasp was heard from the sheltered woman, and she only suck further into the corner.

Nightcralwers pointed ears fell with his disappointment in himself. He should have known better. She was much different, and probably never seen a freak like him. With that thought he turned his back and pulled the heavy suit back on.

“Don’ vorry. He’ll ve here soon.” His voice was quiet, and his features pulled into a frown. The word “Freak” echoed from his thoughts, and entered Lark’s mind. Her pale leaf green eyes softened and her heart broke. She did not think him a freak for his gentleness had proven her wrong.

She shook her head and wanted so bad for him to understand and as he turned to face her she noticed him give her a more..trained look: a more human look. He opened his mouth to speak, and the white fangs shimmered behind dark almost black lips. She quivered at the sight, but before she could face her fear a man with a body of a god stood outside the wreckage his blood red cape flapping in the wind.

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For all of you who do not know, Lark is Kristin's character from her fan fic, check it out.

Thu, 27 Jul 2006 01:40:14 GMT

Exercise #1
Logan and Psylocke (spelling?)
New Orleans in the middle of an anti-mutant ralley with no money or anything.
15minutes and counting.

New Orleans, the place covered in sin and scum crawled the streets like rats in the sewer. The moon half, and the clouds loaming thick in the dark sky- Logan felt it too perfect. Perfect for death, perfect for the situation stranded with no money, no communications and in the middle of the biggest anti-mutant rally in America he felt the joker at the poker table.

Though the tip was meant to be a short easy break, the pair found themselves in a tight bind. They tried to bled in but Betsy’s attire always brought a bit of attention. Dressed only in a black corset with leather straps that covered her meaty part of her leg she pleased the crowd. Easily brushing up on hungry men and robbing them blind before she caught a sweaty palm up her thigh.

She thought it was an easy out but not seen by her eyes, Logan swatted them like flies as they moved to follow her. Many fights only took him seconds as one solid punch to the jaw left them in starry dazes. However tonight he would leave the streets with a few bruises.

Stopping at a corner Besty only had to cant her head slightly over her shoulder to see the smoke rise from his cigar.

“Takes you long enough to keep up.” She spoke coldly jeering him on. Between her slender fingers she held up at least a hundred in cold cash.

“Told you this would be easy,” She smirked moving along.

“Yeah…easy.” He grumbled as the few cuts on his face healed.

“Now we have enough to get home.” She crossed the street to the rally’s base and stood where many sleazy men and woman rallied for the good of man kind.

“Though,” She smirked, “I wouldn’t mind breaking a few sculls first..that is..” She paused looking him square in the eyes and bending her hips lightly.

“If your feeling up to it.”

Logan only drew in a deep puff of his cigar and his lips curled into what he considered a smile.

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This one sucked, but it was the first they get better I swear.

Friends Only--Because Journals are not meant to compare our loved ones.

Tue, 07 Feb 2006 02:19:10 GMT