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Post by Rima Elaine Donavon on Jul 5, 2010 22:07:12 GMT -8
Rima let out a breath, extremely uncomfortable with the gun again aimed at her head. Human sirens were still fast approaching. “Melora.” She managed, voice laced with pain. “Might I suggest that we all calm enough for me to wipe the humans’ memories before they report this and have all of the country pouring in on us?” She was carefully putting pressure over the worst wound: the one in her shoulder.
In an odd way, Rima did note all the blood once more, and the fact that she was the only one with bullet wounds… Damn her for not just letting the group get hauled off, but there was still a certain rule about not getting their race exposed…
Hell, even escape now would be easy, but would no doubt result in more injuries. Melora was as frail as a human could be. It would be easy to trip her and get the gun away, then bolt… But she had no energy to move, let alone do all that.
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Post by Doctor on Jul 5, 2010 22:22:49 GMT -8
Azura's eyes were inches from his and Anshel stared into them genuinely appalled.
"I was just disemboweled and you're trying to calm me down? Using my dick?"
He redoubled his efforts to escape, attempting to push the vampire away with his arms and hips. It was useless in this position and he was becoming desperate as the sirens grew louder. Anshel lifted his head as far as he could, his warm cheek grazing Azura's cold one, looking at Melora over the vampire's shoulder. Thank Satan someone had the decency to point a gun at Rima's face, even though they all seemed intent on wasting bullets by shooting every non-vital part of the Blackraven.
"Shoot her!" He ordered the Huntress. "Just shoot her already, damn it!"
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Post by MeloraBelikov on Jul 5, 2010 22:34:27 GMT -8
Melora was genuinely conflicted. Why was she waiting to just shoot Rima, a vampire, right in the face? Because of Azura, another vampire? She felt her head spinning with demands from every person involved. "For fuck's sake, I told you all to shut up and let me think!" Melora looked wildly around, onlookers with looks of horror on their faces stood around, though not many of them. In the silence she finally got her first clear thought. "If you don't want to die, Rima, I suggest you get started on wiping some minds." A pause was shared between them. "Come on now, I'm a fucking human on my last legs, get up vampire! Fuck!" Melora waved the gun in her direction. "I dont give a shit who possessed you to do what, but I'm trying to save your life here, so get to it."
Melora gave a passing glance to Azura, raising an eyebrow at him and his precarious position. "I'm assuming you've got that handled."
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Post by AzuraGallu on Jul 5, 2010 22:41:24 GMT -8
Azura grabbed Anshel's jaw with a hand, turning his face back to his. "Yes, I am." Bringing his lips forward, slanting them over the Judge's, he snuck his tongue between the other man's lips. As he deepened the kiss, he drug a fang down Anshel's tongue, pulling back to slid a fang over his lower lip as well. "Now listen." It seemed he'd finally gotten the Hunter to stop moving, at least. "If we make a scene here, and we kind of already are, we're going to get canned. Not only that, but the police won't know I'm a vampire, and the sun is going to rise in the next hour or so. So unless you don't want me to die, I suggest you forget about the Blackraven and come with me." He purred, waggling his eyebrows in light of the double meaning of those words.
Looking over his shoulder in response to Melora, he gave a slow smile. "I have it covered."
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Post by Rima Elaine Donavon on Jul 5, 2010 22:49:25 GMT -8
Rima’s stomach hit the dirt as Melora directed her. Did the Huntress just say she was trying to save her life? What a thought. That blew her mind. Of all people why would Melora…? Oh wait: personal gain. Rima could sense that. The media didn’t need to see her face, and that was one of the foremost things in her thoughts.
“I’ll do the best I can.” Staggering to her feet with her good arm for help, she nearly lost it then and there. The silver was eating away at the flesh and bone in her shoulder. Once she’d composed herself, she tuned out the group, shifting the point of her mind. It was like a compass in a field: spinning round and round with the different mental shouts and cries of the people around. Fourteen, that was the number of onlookers, in crystal clear mental vision, with another four police. Welcome to Headache City, population: 1. This would be a bitch.
She propelled mental charges of suggestion at the minds, setting them off in order of strongest thought to weakest. 'You will forget what you saw, and sleep.' In random order, the people on the sidewalk blanked, then dropped, curling into little, sleeping balls. The police on the other hand hit their breaks, then slipped off, forgetting entirely of the frantic calls of violence. Sweat gathered on Rima’s brow.
The mind suggestor on the other hand, looked ill. She made a coughing sound, flicking the gathered sweat away before it could freeze. “Done… Now get these bullets out. Please.”
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Post by Doctor on Jul 5, 2010 23:09:50 GMT -8
Anshel pushed back at the tongue in his mouth purely by reflex. The tiny stings of sharp teeth made him stiffen despite himself. Now he was furious and horny. As interruptions went, this was up there with the best; he just wished it didn't have to happen in this particular situation. Their lips parted when Azura advertised his submission.
"I hate you," Anshel lied to him, but that smug asshole deserved harsh words. There was absolutely no part of him that wanted to show Rima mercy, but there were plenty of parts of him that wanted to protect his friend, as well as the Banglaire's secrets. He turned his face away with a huff and glared at nothing, hating himself for what he was about to do.
"Stop humping me and get off," he said tersely, and just a bit morose. "If we want someplace light-tight before dawn, we should leave now." The pout on his face was very clear.
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Post by MeloraBelikov on Jul 5, 2010 23:16:56 GMT -8
Fucking finally, Melora thought, relief sweeping over her. Gun still pointed at Rima, she addressed her whining. "Again, human here, still up and moving around, not complaining nearly as much. We'll take care of your bullets as soon as we can be sure you're not going to burst into flames in sunlight." One step caused contradiction to that statement, and Melora came crashing down to the pavement with all of the grace of an imploded building. The pavement was cold and she shivered upon dropping to it, only just remembering that she lacked a coat and had been previously soaked in blood. Still, her gun was pointed at Rima, dedicated to keeping the threat in check, even from the ground. Well. This is embarrassing. Finally get control of the group and now I can't stand up. This is going to be a looooong recovery.
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Post by AzuraGallu on Jul 5, 2010 23:26:44 GMT -8
"What, darling? Have a headache?" Azura quipped with a wry smile as he got steadily to his feet, but only after giving the irate Judge a peck on the cheek.
He lowered his hands, brushing bits of snow and dirt from him, also attempting to bat away the rounds of soaked fabric that had leaked into his clothing. He fretted a bit longer over his appearance, always wanting to look presentable even after a scuffle, which could have been seen as one of his biggest tactical downfalls.
Then he heard a body hit the pavement.
He closed his eyes, muttering a few curse words to himself as he turned to get Melora. She was only a step or two away, and looking mightily peaceful half-frozen to the damn ground.
"Come on you pathetic excuse for a Hunter," he said as he heaved her partly over his shoulder. He was then drawn to Rima.
"Let's go. Unless you want to die."
His voice wasn't facilitating in the slightest, even a bit unforgiving and cold. But she had created this situation for herself. It was not of his doing.
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Post by Rima Elaine Donavon on Jul 5, 2010 23:35:24 GMT -8
“Melora, I’m made, not born. I just weaken, then explode.” She said softly, still acutely aware of the pains in her shoulder. No less then three seconds after she had finished those sentences, the girl fell down right on her ass. Again: weak, frail, human.
Azura helped her to her feet before she could make a move to. Let's go. Unless you want to die. That little bastard! Though, he did at least stop Melora from hitting her in the head… But then again, he was the one who had shot her for Christ’s sake! On any other occasion, she would’ve ditched him, but the bullet wounds ached to bad, and those cursed pieces of silver were still eating away at her.
So, when the group began to move, she followed.
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Post by Doctor on Jul 5, 2010 23:44:15 GMT -8
With Azura's mouth and hands and crotch finally off of him, Anshel resentingly got up and moved to the car, trusting the vampire to usher Melora along. As he was about to enter the through the driver's door, he looked back at his companions to find the woman who butchered him standing up to follow. His blood ran cold and he almost yelled a warning, but he looked her over again. She was bleeding and weak, almost ready to pass out and not at all fit for an attack.
That's probably what she'd like us to think, he thought suspiciously.
Azura was making no move to stop her and suddenly he felt out of the loop and became very nervous upon realizing there were parts of the plan he wasn't aware of.
"What the fuck is she doing?" He asked Azura, very on edge, nodding to the Blackraven behind him.
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Post by AzuraGallu on Jul 5, 2010 23:52:59 GMT -8
Azura had deftly opened up the door to the car, gently laying Melora inside with an odd tenderness he only really ever displayed with other's indefinitely absent. But he couldn't help himself. At the moment, she reminded him of a small child, perhaps a wounded dog of some sort that needed tending to and constant watching.
Yes, if Melora was anything, it was a two year-old or a puppy...or some mangy old beast that happened to select his porch to die on.
After shutting the Huntress in, he rounded the car, placing a hand on Anshel's shoulder.
"She'll be alright. She's in no condition to get out of the sun effectively. I figured she could tag along with us, since we've all somehow made it this far."
He turned to him with a silent question in his eyes. Where would you feel most comfortable? The car was close quarters as it was, and he wouldn't mind driving if it meant his friend could be at least marginally more comfortable.
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Post by Rima Elaine Donavon on Jul 5, 2010 23:56:50 GMT -8
The Gallian. It was amazing. Part of her wanted to ask if he was bipolar, with his mood-swings, and attitude changes. Murderous, to tender, in the blink of an eye.
“Anshel.” Rima sighed, clasping her hand over to wound as she kicked her bag through the open car door, settling it out of the way, in the floorboard. “I can hear those thoughts loud and clear. And I promise I’m not going to do anything of that sort again. I can fight all I want, but consider what good it would actually do for me if I can’t leave.” Black marks were starting to form under her eyes.
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Post by Doctor on Jul 6, 2010 0:04:01 GMT -8
Anshel's jaw literally dropped. That didn't happen often. Did he...? Was Azura implying...? What the fuck was wrong with everyone?
"You," he addressed Rima. "You just... you just shut up and stay far away from me." He snarled at her before turning back to his insane friend.
"And why do we care if she burns to a crisp?" Anshel didn't bother keeping his voice down. "I'm not sure if you saw, but she just tried to kill me! I literally just had to put my liver back inside my body." They were lunatics, Anshel thought. There was nothing he wanted to do with Rima besides see her die, so, unable to see through his bias, he settled for arguing.
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Post by AzuraGallu on Jul 6, 2010 0:10:41 GMT -8
Azura put the heel of his hand to his eyes, trying to press away the fast-growing headache within his skull.
"Look, I know this whole thing, and especially me, isn't making sense, but you're going to have to at least trust me. I promise I'll explain once we get out of earshot and somewhere safe!"
He already felt the coming of the sun; the tell-tale burning on the back of his neck as the sky began to lighten over them
Deciding against niceties, he growled, giving a gentle shove for Anshel to get the fuck in the car and man up. He pinned the same scathing look to Rima before getting in the driver's seat.
"We're going to one of my clan's safe houses. So be prepared for a lot of vampires. Ones that are all loyal to me."
With that he started the car, waiting for them all to get situated before driving far faster than was necessary to his home away from home.
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Post by Rima Elaine Donavon on Jul 6, 2010 0:16:25 GMT -8
Rima’s eyes were hooded. She had shirked her jacket, and was left in a light crème blouse, which was thoroughly stained with blood. Garbage now. It would surely have to be thrown away. Sweat had gathered at her forehead again, along with her neck and shoulder. The darkness under her eyes had darkened further as well. The silver was putting a whollop on her immune system. Those bullets needed out.
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