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Post by MeloraBelikov on Jul 5, 2010 11:28:33 GMT -8
Melora leaned back a bit onto Azura, knowing he could hold her. She had been moving around far more than her body wanted to allow her, and the cold winter air of Russia wasn't helping her in the slightest. The only warmth she felt at all was from Azura's hands, which had just come from touching Anshel's warm cheeks. One rested around her waist, pulling it towards him slightly, and the other came to rest on her trigger happy hand, not the one she typically shot with but instead the left one, which she had still practiced. She only had to slightly compensate for aim with her left, which was still better than nothing.
Melora would have taken her next shot already if it wasn't for those hands. It may have looked from Rima's perspective as if the silver of Melora's pistol was aimed for a fatal shot at her face, but Melora could see better from here. Even if she wanted to adjust her aim she couldn't, the force of Azura holding her was too strong. He had even slipped his trigger finger under hers, she noted, in order to stop her from pulling it. He was entirely in control of her weapon. Prick.
Rima's answer had only served to confuse her further, and had Melora been in control, she would have shot her dead directly in the face. Rima had gotten lucky.
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Post by AzuraGallu on Jul 5, 2010 11:38:21 GMT -8
Azura wanted to apologize to Melora, knowing that their stance at the moment wasn't the most comfortable she could have hoped for. He almost growled. She needed a bed, and this conniving asshole of a ghost was making that increasingly hard. And not only was he preventing Melora care now, he was responsible for the actions Rima took against Anshel.
If he was really trying to help them, he'd get the hell out of here and leave them be, but he consistently tried to stay.
Fucking retard.
Knowing what he had to do, and a bit giddy that he'd finally be able to illustrate the Gallu way of doing things, he smiled, hand moving the sights of the gun at blinding speed.
A shot rang out, bullet sinking into the pavement centimeters from Rima's foot.
"I. Don't. Believe. You." Azura said pointedly, voice steely.
He cocked the gun again, hand visibly moving to take aim at the woman's chest. If she, or the ghost in question didn't respond the way he liked, he was completely inclined to dispose of both of them.
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Post by Rima Elaine Donavon on Jul 5, 2010 16:38:58 GMT -8
Rima/Thomas’ eyes went out of focus, going vacant.
Bullets, those human’s bullets could kill her. A burning feel that would rip a path through her, nailing and stopping the heart, or destroying the brain. Dead, or in a vegetative state until her body might managed to recover, but even that chance would be slim.
You’re going to get me killed. Rima pleaded desperately at her brother.
No… I’m not. His voice was determined, but sounded as though he was convincing himself.
The body was trembling, seeming like it had been plunged into sixty-below-zero water. The flesh remained in such a white that could be considered even pale for a Vampire. Another inward battle was taking place.
Get out of my body, now.
He made another attempt, and Rima’s form began to blur once more. Her legs buckled, dropping her to her knees, and into the puddle of icy blood. Rima’s eyes were fixed open, staring at the carnage that she had created. Why did life have to be so fragile? Why did Thomas have to die? And to protect her? Surely this was irony that he was going, or at least trying to do, the same thing again.
‘Am I going insane? Am I already insane?’ Rima’s managed those two coherent thoughts, before she blinked slowly, eyes fixing on the gun in Azura’s hand. Those blue-grey eyes seemed dull, washed out. Tilting her head, she flicked her gaze to Anshel, then back to the gun.
“Azura.” Thomas’ form appeared in front of the young Vampire and the human in his arms. His ghostly hand rested over the gun, threatening to send icy chill all over him, though some of the cold would be able to be felt my Melora. “I don’t know if you’ve ever been haunted, but I warn you now.”
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Post by AzuraGallu on Jul 5, 2010 16:50:13 GMT -8
"And I thought for some reason you couldn't get out of her body!" Azura snarled, having enough of this. He pulled the trigger again, aiming for Rima's shoulder.
He was staring coldly at the image no one else could see, completely aware of the projectile pelting through flesh. He wasn't looking at Rima, though; eyes fixed on the apparition.
"Are you going to keep lying? If that's the case, then I'll keep riddling her body with the remainder of the bullets in this clip."
His eyes narrowed, face taking on a scary expression that left the skin just above the bridge of his nose wrinkled. His right hand, the free one, tightened its grip around Melora's waist, a small shift away from her awakening him to his temper.
Letting out a long, slow breath through his nose, he remained steadfast. A solid skein of white hot rage coiled beneath a relatively placid exterior.
"Well?"
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Post by Rima Elaine Donavon on Jul 5, 2010 17:23:33 GMT -8
“I was being blocked.” Thomas snarled heatedly. “When you have a twin, your minds are tethered. It’s complicated. But I doubt that you could even understand, you probably don’t even have a sibling to consider.” His eyes turned angry, and the chill began to envelope the pair. “What reason do I have to lie, when I’ve already lost my life for my sister? You tell me.”
Rima didn’t flinch, but she felt the bullet tear through her, and the fiery pain that accompanied it as it grazed the joint. Her eyes clouded, and two tears rolled out of the corners of her eyes. She stared right at the ghost of her twin. “Get out of here. Now.” She spoke hoarsely.
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Post by AzuraGallu on Jul 5, 2010 18:45:33 GMT -8
Azura bared his fangs at him. "You don't know anything about me, and you're a piss poor excuse for a brother when you aren't even checking to see if she's still alive. As I said before: I don't trust you as far as I can throw you. And you; are a ghost."
With absolutely no mercy he pulled the trigger again, not even looking where he was aiming, but sure it was at least in Rima's general direction.
"Explain or she dies!"
Thomas was still before him. He must have been a terrible man to have beside you in a fight; not even going to check on his own sibling.
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Post by Rima Elaine Donavon on Jul 5, 2010 18:57:34 GMT -8
Another bullet ripped through her, this time catching her in the upper arm. Rima ground her teeth, and shredded her lower lip with her fangs. As the blood poured from the wounds, she was steadily finding it harder and harder to keep her eyes open, and even more so to even try to build a shadow wall to absorb any more bullets. Pitching sideways, she only remained propped up on her good arm. “Thomas! Leave! Please!” Unshed sobs threatened to leak into Rima’s voice.
Ice crystals were forming around the gun, threatening to freeze Azura’s hand solid. “I will leave! Fine! Just don’t kill her!” For the first time in the encounter, his face turned to a mask of pain and desperation. He stepped back, standing directly in front of his sister.
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Post by AzuraGallu on Jul 5, 2010 19:03:19 GMT -8
The cold barely affected Azura. He was dead after all. And lucky for Melora that his hand was covering hers.
His face relaxed, but his eyes were still hard set, wary. He wasn't foolish, but simply decided to give the two a chance.
He released the gun from his grip, taking it from Melora's outstretched hand and placing it into the palm of the opposite.
"And that, little Hunter, is how you interrogate someone."
His arms fell back to his sides as he regarded the two from across the expanse of space that seemed to get colder with every minute of that pregnant pause.
"State your case, ghost."
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Post by Doctor on Jul 5, 2010 20:07:27 GMT -8
Relief flooded Anshel's veins at the sound of the first shot, but, dishearteningly, it ebbed away in exponential measure with each one that followed. Why could no one aim?! She wasn't even moving around.
His eyes ricocheted from Azura to Rima and back, over and over attempting to follow the exchange and divine what was keeping his friend from definitively wasting the bitch with a bullet to the head. None of it made sense as far as he knew and it crossed his mind that maybe Azura had been bewitched by some psychic attack.
He saw her fall, Rima's blood flowing down from the clipped flesh. They wouldn't keep her down, he thought darkly. They would heal and she would be free to disembowel him a second time. Didn't Azura realize that? If he did, why the fuck was the gun back in Melora's hand when she could barely keep herself upright?
Anshel refused to let the insanity before him continue. He wouldn't risk letting the vampire live to claw out his insides again. He spit out the blood that coated his inner cheeks and pulled himself up. He met the pair in three strides and, without hesitation, wrenched the pistol from the Russian's grip. Anshel aimed it down without a beat, the muzzle leveled right between Rima's loaded eyes.
"Let me show you both how to aim," he growled out with vicious intent. The gun cocked with a resounding click.
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Post by MeloraBelikov on Jul 5, 2010 20:26:20 GMT -8
Azura. She thought as the first bullet hit Rima. The vampire would feel the burning hell of her silver bullets piercing her skin. You're too much sometimes. Though she had no idea of the exchange going on, Melora knew that Azura could speak to ghosts. It was evident that the cold she felt against his hand and the ice forming on her gun was due to something of the sort. She had to fight a smile from her face. The feel of him bracing her, the sound of the bullets firing, and his snarky comment...it was all just too sexy for her to take in at once.
She was focused on this, of course, until Anshel had all at once clawed the gun from her grip. No one was to touch her gun. How rude of him, that after she threw her gun on the ground (possibly even scratching it!) for him, he would then think to take it directly from her hand. Fuck that. Within seconds Melora was on Anshel's back, having jumped on him. She stayed on using her legs around his waist from the back, and her bad arm hung around his shoulders. "Are you FUCKING CRAZY?" Melora said it directly in his ear as she grabbed for her gun. "Azura TALKS TO GHOSTS, YOU FUCK!" Within seconds of shouting it, she knew what Anshel was thinking. Mind control. But no, Melora was sure it wasn't. She had sensed something more than that. It wasn't just Rima. "It's not what you think!"
Far be it from Melora to defend a vampire. Especially one she deemed miserable to be around. But if anyone was going to kill a vampire with her gun, it would be her.
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Post by Rima Elaine Donavon on Jul 5, 2010 20:38:33 GMT -8
Thomas’ form remained before his sister, but how he wanted to flick the gun away! He could probably manage it to, but upon a second look at his sister, he realized she wouldn’t be able to make her escape. And those wounds surely wouldn’t be able to heal while the silver bullets were still buried in her flesh. His upper lip curled.
“You modernized creatures…” He murmured at Azura, stunned by the behavior. He brought his attention back to the Vampire, attempting to ignore the Hunters and their hapless bickering. “I was killed after taking a silver stake for my sister when we were hunted. My death took place… two centuries ago. And she still blames herself, and is haunted by it.” With that final statement, his form dissipated, and he disappeared.
Rima had listened, and watched, and now remained on the ground, watching the pair before her. Melora was a fucking trooper, but her actions also reminded Rima of how frail a human body was. In an almost pathetic way, she scrabbled backward, attempting to but even a bit of distance between that loaded gun and her body. She couldn’t use her right arm at all, and just movement of that side was excruciating, but finally she settled about five feet off from were she was, still wide-eyed at the fight.
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Post by AzuraGallu on Jul 5, 2010 21:00:19 GMT -8
Azura rolled his eyes. "What a terrible sibling. I'd kill him before his idiocy killed me," he remarked loud enough for Rima to hear, and Thomas if he were still around, before everything unfolded before him.
"Jesus, guys!"
His hands flew up in a gesture of blatant surprise, especially when Melora threw herself onto Anshel. Perhaps all the drugs hadn't gotten completely out of her system.
Hurrying over, he pulled her off the Judge's back and quickly got his arms around Anshel, holding onto him, hand squeezing the man's wrist to force the gun from his grasp.
"Let go, Anshel." He grunted, the man writhing beneath him to free himself. Their positioning was just a little bit awkward, looking as if the two were...
Azura growled, shaking his head. Now was definitely not the time.
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Post by Doctor on Jul 5, 2010 21:31:32 GMT -8
It had to be mind control, Anshel thought. Why the Hell else would Melora be wrestling the gun away right as he was about to blow Rima's head wide open? It felt like a very a vocal monkey was on his back. He tried to pull the gun and the hand holding it away from her, but her reach was surprisingly long, so he opted to swing back, trying to elbow her in the face.
"Get off me, you crazy whore!"
It had been a long time since he'd had a woman's legs wrapped around him and these circumstances were unfortunately very different.
He reveled in the second of regained control afforded him when Azura threw Melora off, but it was only a second. The vampire put his arm around the judge's torso and in his struggle to break free from his hold, Anshel brought them both down. Rima was alive and still only yards away and he didn't feel at all safe with his knees on the ground and ass in the air, being pinned down by his friend. He tried wriggling his hips and adjusting his knees to gain leverage enough to throw him off.
Anshel found the leverage he needed and pushed them backwards, readjusting himself on top of the vampire so he was straddling him, pinning his wrists into the slush. He was suddenly struck with a very strong sense deja vu; this had happened before... and he refused to acknowledge anything else about the why.
"What the fuck are you two doing?!" He yelled, confused and angry.
Letting go of Azura's wrists, he reached out, laying himself flat against the body underneath him, right hand pawing at the gun that had fallen onto the ice beyond them.
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Post by MeloraBelikov on Jul 5, 2010 21:52:13 GMT -8
Melora hit the ground with a thud, not finding her footing properly after being pulled from the judge's back by Azura. It was no matter, they were now on the ground as well, and the entire group lay in an odd pile of spectacle and blood. Somehow finding the energy to stand, Melora evaluated the situation. Rima was unable to move for now, but in moments she had the potential to be on her feet again. With Azura and Anshel wrestling around, it was easy enough for her to scoop up her gun right before Anshel had a chance to get his hands all over it again. Gun in hand Melora stood over Rima. A shot rang through the air to gather attention before the gun was once again pointed at Rima's head. Melora wasn't going to chance another attack, but, for once in her life, she wasn't going to kill the woman without asking questions first. "How about everyone SHUT THE FUCK UP for a minute?!" Sirens started going off in the background. Son of a bitch. The Russian police force always did take forever to respond, but they would show up before anything was resolved.
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Post by AzuraGallu on Jul 5, 2010 22:01:56 GMT -8
Azura was startled by the gun shot, having not pegged Melora up for any sort of movement. That and he was blissfully distracted by the Judge squirming around on top of him.
His hands clasped the nearest thing they could to brace himself, which just happened to be the well-muscled curves of Anshel's ass, though he hardly noticed as he craned his head to look at the Huntress.
"Easy for you to say. You're not having to try and convince people not to shoot others in the face!"
With a growl he sat up, lifting the weight of his friend, and current object of his desire, up with him. Anshel's butt hit the ground, now bare of Azura's hands, both their legs intertwined as he sat trying to look for a shred of sanity in the man's eyes.
"Anshel," he cooed, brushing the back of his neck with his fingertips.
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