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| ZetaAzuel | Aug 4 2017, 07:48 PM Post #31 |
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"I find it hard to believe that you're only talking this fast because you're nervous. There's nothing to be nervous about, the fight is over unless you're just getting nervous over having made sure that I won't suddenly raise my hand back against you." She could also figure that maybe he just was nervous about talking to girls, or at least her. She simply kept her own mouth sewn shut as she made sure that Vlad was doing a good enough job at bandaging her foot. "There's no need to go for them immediately, especially if you aren't ready or don't have the people for it. But it is a goal that you should strive for, the thing that fuels your steps and actions. Everyone has them, good people and bad people alike use them like the carrot to motivate themselves." She slowly hobbled back up onto her strong foot, limping carefully as she tried to find a long enough branch to etch a walking cane out of. "And you don't need to be apologetic, I asked you to fight and you fought, and you received worse injuries anyway. In my opinion at least." She said as she started to carve up a fallen branch into something she could use. She was willing to listen to his long winded speech on how to use anatomy against one's foe, or rather to one's advantage. She could understand that, and while she didn't know much about human anatomy she could respect the young man's ability to figure the best place to strike and do damage. "Even in the panic you managed to do something intelligent, I don't know if you've just got a natural instinct or if you've trained yourself to think when you're in a frenzy of fighting." She often lost herself when she fought, but she reveled in it more often than not. "I just prefer to use my feet since I like to kick and the reach of my arms isn't all that great," She admitted a small crutch of her style. "But I can usually make up for that with speed, or gaining it when I fight at least." She looked at the young man's fangs, curious as to how he figured using those would be the best way to fight. "The only issue I have with you using your teeth like that, is that if someone strikes your head in retaliation it would be rough." A fact made clear by the damage done to his mouth. "But I suppose if you're skilled using teeth then, by all means, go for it." She rubbed her own canines, curious if her meager teeth would be able to do more than scratch the surface of someone's skin. "Anyway, since you know so much why don't you tell me the best way to amputate or decapitate someone would be?" She asked as she pointed to both her neck and to her shoulders. |
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| Duck | Aug 6 2017, 04:52 AM Post #32 |
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His expression turned thoughtful as he soaked in the afterthought that he wasn't as nervous as he claimed he was. There was a long pause, a typical habit of his, when he reached up his palm examining the angry red that stared back at him. Nervous... "Suppose... At first, yeah, I was hell'a nervous, babe. Who wouldn't be kind of freaked out to hear ripping chains in the middle of the woods? Then you nearly killed me. Threw your arms down my throat, tripped me up, banged me around- Y-You know, shit like that. Fucks with your head being sliced at. Who wouldn't be nervous? Not that I'm scared of you; nothing like that," he stopped short and closed his mouth dragging up his thumb across his lower lip. Scared wasn't the word he would describe his feelings toward Farren. There were moments where he felt legit chills crawl up his spine to the base of his neck, but fears weren't anything new to him. Rather, it was a different sort of nervous. Blood coated lips ticked up into a cheeky smirk, and he threw out both arms at his sides in a careless gesture, eyes shifted up onto her beneath the shadow of his bangs, "Guilty of some serious fuckin' respect. To you, I mean. If you were in the same space as someone who demanded a ton of respect wouldn't you be nervous, too?" No stranger to bluntness, he turned his head away from Farren the moment she pointed out that his apology wasn't needed. The sound of a branch being broken off caught his ear, and he snapped his attention upward watching as she made herself a proper crutch to aid her wobble. Her incredible sense of adaptation to her environment impressed him more than she'd ever know. "Even in the panic you managed to do something intelligent, I don't know if you've just got a natural instinct or if you've trained yourself to think when you're in a frenzy of fighting." Eyes turned sharp the further this conversation brewed on his capabilities of acting swift in the midst of a fight. He was all for a round of praises, but he didn't want her to assume he was a person who knew exactly what he was doing. Rather, he preferred to be known as a moron or an idiot to keep life simple and those who watched him clueless as to what he was doing. The downside was that he had a mouth bigger than his pride, and that spoke volumes. Like before, he took a moment before he spoke up in a voice that grew scratchier and scratchier by the minute, "Naaaah! Instincts, probably? Hell if I know, man. It's a dog eat dog world out there! In order to be the bigger dog you have to eat the little dog, or crush it, or make friends with it. No telling with a world like ours." As humble as a bee, Vladimir dropped his shoulders and leaned forward resting his elbows down atop the bare of his thighs. The comment on using teeth made him sputter, but he quickly hid it by clearing his throat only to regret the action and squeeze his eyes shut. A hand slapped up to his neck touching fingers like feathers at the pale of his skin. That hurt more than he'd like to admit! Breathing out a sigh, he glanced up at her standing figure and stuck out a slight swollen pink tongue. "Using my teeth isn't ideal at all. The amount of shit I've taken to the head because I'm too stubborn to try anything else is ridiculous! Can't teach an old dog new tricks, but nothing says he can't improve what he already knows." "Anyway, since you know so much why don't you tell me the best way to amputate or decapitate someone would be? ...Uhm. Bloodshot eyes stared up at Farren in the most blank expression he could muster. ...Oh my God, she's serious! The thought of decapitation and amputation brought back memories of recent years where he'd committed the acts himself. He was by no means proud of what he'd done, but no man ever was in the face of murder. His head shook back and forth erasing the thoughts that sprang up at her question, and he moved to take a stand no longer wanting to stay grounded despite his woozy state. He popped his neck by tilting his head to the side while he stepped up to Farren holding out his good hand. His expression was subtle and calm as he mumbled, "Don't kill me, Chainslinger." Rather than explaining in great detail, Vladimir reached and tapped his finger up against the skin directly below her jawline close by her ear. A vulnerable spot on the human body, and he hummed out of habit. "I love the human body, I really do. Decapitation, or rather amputation if we're being specific, isn't all its cracked up to be. Not exactly hard, but... Think of a human like a ball joint doll." He would then drag his finger to her collarbone and tap it lightly shaking his head from side to side in a typical 'no' fashion. "Never sever a head from the collars. real fuckin' messy, and it'll be a pain in the ass to get a clean swipe. Aim for here, right below the jaw. The jugular's a nasty place, and if you aim just right the head'll pop off like a barbie doll." Vladimir shifted and then tapped a light finger against her bare shoulder explaining how to amputate as if he were telling her about the weather. "Ehhhhh... Hmmm... With arms and legs you want to work with the joints. Like, aim for the shoulders, elbows, wrists, knuckles, you know shit like that. Same for legs, but if you're trying to achieve some sort of half 'n half body shit, then catch them below the ribs! Never cut at the ribs. Unless... Unless you like that? Hell if I know I don't know your style well enough, but I know enough that you're a total babe and have trained plenty in this area of 'expertise' as they call it. Pretty awesome, really." Glancing up, the teen made eye contact and tilted his head while furrowing his brows at her. He asked with his hand drawing back to himself, "Have you ever..." ... He stopped and clenched his fist while looking at the blood that dried on the back of his hand. "Have you ever killed a person before? Since we're playing twenty questions I figured it'd be my turn by now. Pretty sure that's how this game works." |
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| ZetaAzuel | Aug 6 2017, 04:40 PM Post #33 |
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So he wasn't nervous from fear, but more so that his body was still reeling from their fight. Mix that in with respect for her abilities and she could understand that maybe he was still a bit flustered. Or maybe all the adrenaline in his body was still making him shaky and over talkative. "Not many people that I respect to the point where I'd be nervous. Everyones human, has got their faults and high points. So I don't worry that much about being nervous around what few idols I have." As she dressed back up and continued to hobble through the forest she figured that the boy was flexible in how he approached problems. If he was willing to work with potential enemies or 'dogs' as he aptly put it. She didn't comment on it, but she was worried that one day he'd end of losing his jaw if he kept relying on his teeth so much. But that was something he'd have to learn on his own, if he lost too many teeth or got nasty blasts to his face he'd have to deal with those consequences. Much like she'd have to learn to use more than just her feet when fighting. Farren squinted her eyes as the young man brought his hand towards her neck. She didn't like letting people get close to her vitals, especially someone that she just fought with. But she figured that if he was going to try something, he'd be able to react in time. Nevertheless, she let him tap just under her chin as she brought her own arm up to the area. "Right at the jugular and not the collarbone." She mimicked his motions, her neck did feel soft there and there was a painful dread of even imagining bringing something sharp there. When the young man asked if she had ever killed anyone she brought her hand back down to her side. "Yes, two thugs that were trying to rob some kid. Or maybe they were trying to extort him, or maybe he really owed them." She crossed her arms as her bad leg slightly tapped on the ground. "And almost a third, a heroic hopeful kid that wanted to stop me. We fought in an alley, and we both ended up leaving bleeding... but I'm certain that he's alive." She looked down at the ground somewhat defeated and dejected. "Makes me wonder if he'll turn out okay... or if he'll go down the wrong path. The fact he survived means that he'll think about it and that's what I want to make people do." She turned back to Vlad. "Your turn, have you killed anyone? And if you did why?" |
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| Duck | Aug 7 2017, 02:35 AM Post #34 |
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"Not many people that I respect to the point where I'd be nervous. Everyone's human, has got their faults and high points. So I don't worry that much about being nervous around what few idols I have." Considering the angst filled teen had next to no idols in mind aside from Farren at the moment, he wasn't so sure that her statement applied to him. A hand rubbed soft circles at the base of his neck, the other hand raised upward to prevent blood flow from bursting at the seams of his gash. Farren's constant moving around shocked him enough to have him tailing alongside her in her journey to dress herself, and ultimately evade further conflict. Understandable. The thought of not having anything covering him had whisked past his head the further they ventured in the depths of the woods. His clothes were in the same exact spot piled and messy as he'd left them earlier, and he spotted the clothing alongside a sleeping pooch unaware of the events that had unfolded. Questions of murder weren't unusual, but Farren's answer wasn't what he'd expect in the slightest. As he was pulling up his jeans, though extremely difficult given the circumstances, he remained quiet unwilling to interrupt an important answer to a question he found held more significance to it than he'd initially sought after. ... "Should've thought that one through- Not to you. Sorry, talking to myself, but two thugs? Man, make that four. Nearly killed me on top of that list, but it sure as hell was more of a... Let's call this a spontaneous movie excerpt," he bobbed his head as he chuckled. Keeping the conversation as light as possible was his goal, but this was no easy feat when the topic at hand was heavier than a bottle of whiskey. "Your turn, have you killed anyone? And if you did why?" ...Oh, lord. "Once upon a time there was a Prince of Edgy Darkness... Just kidding, babe, but real talk a total of... five or six. One is iffy since I'm not a hundred percent sure if she survived or not, but fuck do I hate it when I see child abusers. It's- Mannnn, it's just- Shit gets to me! She got away bleeding buckets, and I didn't care enough to chase her so I took her kid to a police station." He snorted out a hot puff of air thinking back on each and every one of the faces who he'd cut off permanently from the life they once owned. The tips of his ears and his cheeks heated up out of anger rather than previous moments of embarrassment, and he wrung his hand around his blood soaked wrist massaging his fingers into pale skin. He clicked his tongue before glancing down onto Chekhov's creamy wagging tail as he continued, "Guess I got a bit of a temper? Like, it's not ask bad as it used to be. There were these two girls being... rushed by these two fucks to put it lightly. So, I killed them simple 'n easy. That's three... A fuck head tried to take Chekhov from me, and they totally succeeded! They didn't account for the fact that I can transform into animals bred for tracking, so I found him and a smelly ass goon killing the both of them in a freaky shack and taking my friend back. Long story short they were a pair of animal hoarders who stole pets that are high value breeds and force bred them until they either died or couldn't produce anymore. Another pet peeve of mine is that I don't tolerate animal abuse." He counted on his fingers of the handful of people he'd hunted down. One, two, three, four, five... His head shot up turning toward the direction of where he'd been camping, and he snarled. "Last one was recent. About three days ago- Yeah, sorry, the rumors were true, but I figured you already know that by now. I'm not sneaky in the slightest, I think. Anyway, to keep this one simple there was a no name hero who kept coming into these woods doing 'patrols,'" he used air quotes rolling his eyes at the word, "When really all he was doing was irritating the wildlife. That's not the biggest deal in the world, but the fucker was young and annoyed me. I did a little digging, and low 'n behold he had a bit of a name for being a 'bad cop'. Like, God, the dude had one fucking job and he couldn't even do that correctly! Be. A. Hero. Not. A. Stain. On. Humanity. Like. Yours. Truly. Shitty dude was camping out here, so I took his gear and his life as a bonus." Both arms slumped down pocketing his hands into the pouch of his forest hoodie, and he heaved a laugh strained due to a dizzy tiredness that threatened to take him down on the spot. "All these reasons... Doesn't mean what I did is justified by any means. No one human life holds more value over another, and I'm not stupid enough to be some edgy brat who thinks he's better than the average citizen because I pulled some dirty cop moves. Like, damn, live a little gain a little, but lose a wallet and any sense of remorse." Long winded, whimsical, and freaky wisdom that made no sense to those that weren't of a hippy nature, the Vampire stylized teenager flashed a double fanged smile stained in red. A wet nose bopped against his pat leg, and he huffed while tilting his head down at the curious pup that pawed at his untied shoe anxious to either be fed, go back to sleep, or a loving combination of the two. He muttered in a quiet voice toward her that Farren wouldn't understand due to the words being a rough Russian sort of groove. |
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| ZetaAzuel | Aug 7 2017, 03:50 PM Post #35 |
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For the first time in their conversation, Farren genuinely giggled at Vlad's comment on their fight being a spontaneous movie script. "You really don't want to let this script idea go to waste, do you? That or the idea that we're on some kind of TV show or book hmm?" He had to give it to the guy, at least he was consistent with his words. "But seriously, stop calling me babe. This isn't California or some suffer flick, call me Farren or I'll get ticked off." She shot a glance at him and a finger that coiled around with chains as if to extenuate her point. But her face softened as she heard that his first victims were child abusers. Well, that wasn't villainous really if these people were abusing children then they got the justice that they deserved. "You make it sound like a bad thing that you took them out, and if you're lucky... the one that got away won't think to try abusing children again, less they get waking nightmares that you're ought hunting them." The psychological impact of surviving such an attack would hopefully get that person to go towards a better path. She looked at his fingers as he continued to count, killed some potential sexual harassers, animal abusers, and then to put the cream of the crop he killed some corrupt hero that was just annoying the wildlife. She was probably guilty of that herself, but not intentionally at least. When he finished she rubbed the back of her head, unsure whether to praise him for his actions or to simply stay silent. He had a good point, no life inherently was worth more than another. But the actions done willingly by people certainly made them less and less worthy of keeping that life in her eyes. "You did what you did, the past never changes. Just the interpretations of it." She said as she put a hand on his shoulder and then looked at his still wounded hand. She probably had some leftover bandages she could use to take care of it. "If it were up to me... I would've preferred a non-violent approach. But people look at blood and death more so than they hear words of reason. Change is by itself violent and destructive, even if some people won't live to see it others around them will." She smiled, her tormented way of thinking guiding her words. "I do what I do because i believe it will lead to good, and from what you've shown me you do the same. Not necessarily out of a villainous heart, which is what cuts you different from those who simply want to profit off the misery of others." Now to ensure that he never lost that seemingly innocent and pure heart. She pulled her hand back as she looked curiously at the boy, she realized now that she had never gotten his name. "I never got the chance to get your name, by the way, don't lie to me either, I've been honest enough to give you all of my information despite you being able to use it against me. Now it's your turn to do the same." She said as she crossed her arms over her chest. |
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| Duck | Aug 8 2017, 12:33 AM Post #36 |
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"You really don't want to let this script idea go to waste, do you? That or the idea that we're on some kind of TV show or book hmm?" Consistence was key in order to maintain a horrid personality such as his! He openly laughed while she giggled at his funny way of comparing their otherwise deadly fight to public television. His boyish laugh stopped as she prodded him for calling her 'babe'. His cheeks heated up, and he shot his eyes to the ground thinking back on when he'd done that. O-Oops! "Shit, I was calling you 'babe'? Maaaaan, I'm sorry, Farren! Farren, Miss Farren, Farren the Revver. Farren, the great 'n gold," he spoke loud and boisterous covering his soiled tracks of calling the poor girl 'babe'. Unconscious of his need to nickname every breathing thing, he scratched a finger at his cheek glancing toward the cloudy sky above the canopy of the forest. ??? Not? Bad? The way she addressed his list of stories made his chest hurt in a way he wasn't sure he understood quite yet. For the longest time he has assumed that what he was doing was the lowest level or wrong no matter how he worded it. Killing, or taking a life from someone, was nothing to joke about. Still, a soft smile tugged at his lips while he considered that what he'd been doing was more good than bad, but equally as twisted. Cutting a life off from feeding off those who deserved theirs was pretentious, he knew, but there were some people out there that simply didn't deserve what they were given. "Can't say I'm the 'passive' type, and I should totally work on my aggression, but you're right. People don't listen to words so much do they see what's in front of them and react to it. Humans are, like, totally wicked and nothing can help them except people with power under their belts, but in most cases a lot of those upper class heroes or whatever take advantage and soil what they got. Talk about a real fuckin' mess. Corruption! Oh, it tastes so good." Saying the word corruption made him chuckle, but he kept his cool and held up his palm that ached to his chest after taking it out of his jacket. A stain of red tainted the green hoodie, and he grimaced while looking inside the pouch. Drat. "I do what I do because i believe it will lead to good, and from what you've shown me you do the same. Not necessarily out of a villainous heart, which is what cuts you different from those who simply want to profit off the misery of others." She's too smooth for her own good! Being told he wasn't exactly villainous, but still held one or two of the qualities made him outright blush out of embarrassment. Normal people didn't have conversations like this, but this was by far the most interesting interaction he's ever had in Japan. Misery of others, he mulled. Misery was entertaining, but only in the face of those who were unpleasant. "Misery isn't so bad, but, like, only if they're a piece of shit." The teen shot her a sparkly thumbs up that had Chekhov barking up a story at his feet. He rolled his eyes and reached down patting the Akita atop her head, "Hush. You're being extra annoying today! And, yes, we'll head back to camp here in a few minutes. Can't you see Daddy's trying to make a friend?" Chekhov didn't understand any of that and kept licking his wrist. Vladimir shot a Farren a silly couple of blinks before he rose up from his crouch by the pooch sitting on her tail. He hadn't told her his name yet? Truth be told she never asked before, so he n ever felt inclined to tell. Fangs flashed as he propped his good hand on his hip, the other still held close to his chest "Relentless, b- Erm, Farren. Relentless. I've got no reason to lie to you at this point, not that I have anyways. I'm not a liar, never have been, and truth is I'm a fuckin' awful at it! Like, seriously! Name's Vladimir! Vladimir Viktor Scream the fourth at your service." |
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| ZetaAzuel | Aug 8 2017, 02:42 PM Post #37 |
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Farren pressed her finger to Vlad's lip, keeping him from chattering away too much as she hushed him down. "Farren, not Miss Farren, or Farren the Revver, just... Farren." She looked at him, hoping that she got the point clear. "Like I said, I do what I do because I believe in it. Not to receive praise from others for my actions." While it was nice that Vlad would understand her points... the adulation was unnecessary. The young man didn't seem to share her sentiment, at least not at first. But the weak smile that he put on might've been proof that he was still wrestling with the actions of his past. Wel maybe he needed more convincing but there wasn't much she could do about that, he'd need to find his own conviction. "Passive or aggressive it's all about action, whether slow and meticulous or sudden and aggressive." Action was better than indifference and if he needed to change his style on how he acted that was fine. So long that kept his resolve to at least act eventually. "I'd rather a quick end for someone who deserves it. I don't revel much in the misery of those I want to hunt down since they usually come to regret things when they realize they're inevitably going to die. Maybe they'll repent in the afterlife." She shrugged, "That's the idea at least..." She looked down at Chekov that little dog was so innocent in his behavior that it was as if the world had been put on pause since their fight. "Yeah you're lucky that you've got a cute dog, she's better at fooling others than you are." She looked at the dog licking his bloody wrist. The guy was sketchier than a kids coloring book, so she almost wanted to think he was making up the name Vlad. But considering all that mess about vampires it made some sense. "...I'm half expecting you to turn into a bat and fly off into the darkness." She looked at his hand. "Well Vlad, it sounds like we ought to part ways for now. You've got a wound to attend to, and I need to rest my leg. But I hope that this heals up well enough." She inspected his hand again, "Think of it as a reminder of me... a promise that you can't escape." A nasty scar usually made for a good reminder. "And we'll meet again, hopefully without as much bloodshed as this time." She said as she hobbled back over towards her bike. Would she even be able to ride that out? Well, she could balance herself well enough. "Do well to foster that spirit... and try and find somewhere a bit more habitable to live in." |
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| Duck | Aug 10 2017, 12:09 AM Post #38 |
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She's touching me and not trying to kill me, he gulped back a wave of nerves, thoughts running rapid at the sudden feather like touch of her finger. Dark eyes crossed to try and see her finger from his odd view. She spoke up, and he calmly looked back up to her puffing out a sigh. She's no fun! That was a lie; he knew she was a ton of fun to hang around, and anyone who understood his sense of humor was a friend in his book. "You say that, but, like, this entire time we've had our novel being played out I've had several praises from you! I think it's only fair I returned the favor. At least, like, a smidgen," he chuckled sticking out his tongue playfully once she'd removed her finger from his lips. There was a moment of silence that tickled at his senses and gave him a sense of finality over his thoughts. He had a lot to think over once he headed back to his (not his) tent. Passive aggression? The teen clicked his tongue and blew a raspberry at Farren. "Good thing I'm learning from the best, then! You're like the Queen of Passive, but also the King of Hostility if I let you claw at me. Scary, but super cool. Either way, you got a point! Repenting in the afterlife... For me? I think there's more of a ghost like line. No such thing as Heaven or Hell, I think. Not that I'd know, but ghosts are more real than you or I know." Ghosts and ghouls were right up his alleyway of knowledge. Growing up in such a meticulous place that screamed Halloween made him no stranger to the unholy and the dead. That being said, it was a nice change of pace talking to someone that wasn't a lifeless body. ... HAHAHAH! Vladimir broke out into the loudest laugh he'd ever had, and it was painful to boot. A hand clutched at his stomach as he leaned over and coughed out his giggles only to pause and wipe a tear while looking back up at Farren's turning form. "Jeez! That was so mean! Like, Farren, come on. I think I'm kind of slick. I got that handsome charm that my baby girl can't achieve. Isn't that right, Checkers?" Said pup in question was too busy licking her toes to care, but she shot up at the name 'checkers' and barked excitably unsure of why she was being called. Vladimir's head dropped in a comical manner, and he rubbed her ears with his good hand continuing to nurse the other close to his chest. "We need to work on my deception skills..." Again, he snorted a laugh that made him cringe and touch his throat. Ouch! He ran his tongue over his teeth before sighing and sticking out his tongue at Farren once more. "Want me to? I sure as hell can! Bats are sweet mammals, but their anatomy is fucked up so I'm not risking it. Plus, like, little Chekhov wouldn't know what to do if I flew away. Silly girl... Mmm..." He raised a brow at her eerie warning that his would be scarring palm would be a reminder of her ever loving presence, and he smirked at her as sly as a fox. "Spicy, Farren, I dig it. Threats keep a man on his toes! But... Really, be safe. That ankle could fuck you up, and the woods aren't so forgiving when it comes to patrols. Mostly my fault, but still. Next time we meet, though, I promise we'll pick up on our story. I'll call it... Chapter Two: Chains, Spades, and Crusades." He turned to head the opposite direction which Farren was heading, and he tossed up his hand in a lazy wave, back turned to her as Chekhov tailed at his feet. "A man does what a man can. The woods are a great place for a guy like me. I like to think I'm one of those bastards entitled to shit that isn't really his, you know? That being said... I'll look into probably heading out tomorrow. Tokyo sounds about right, doesn't it?" ... Vladimir paused and glanced over his shoulder. He stared at Farren from afar before flashing his fangs. "See ya', Farren." Both Chekhov and Vladimir headed back to camp settling into a comfortable rest, mostly on Chekhov's part, though. The Vampire himself was laying on his side and uncomfortable to all hell and in wads of pain that he refused to show to Farren. Showing weakness made the bigger, stronger predators more inclined to kill a man, and now that he was alone it was free reign to not move a muscle. Sighing, he looked at his wrapped palm counting the red dots that bled into the cloth. "She's wild, huh, Chekhov?" His only response was a snore from the dog curled against his stomach. | EXIT | OOC NOTE
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| Rubbergunned | Aug 15 2017, 06:49 PM Post #39 |
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Comments: This thread was honestly pretty damn good. Knowing what kind of people your characters are, the beginnings calm talks had me anxiously waiting which one of you would snap first. And the fight was as predictably brutal as it should have been, though sadly a bit predictable. (a melee focused foe against a chainsaw girl afterall) It also gave a good picture about the morals of your characters, especially the end of the fight shone at that with the friendly banter... but perhaps a bit too friendly? It almost felt like padding at some points. I mean, you guys were at each others throats just now, so it felt a bit iffy for you guys to be so buddy buddy afterwards... But that´s a nitpick! Enjoy the spoils! you`ve deserved em! |
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