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Post by MeloraBelikov on Jul 18, 2010 23:33:13 GMT -8
Melora, quick to react, grabbed the rope on the way down, letting her flashlight drop to the stone below her. It rolled, casting light on the cave walls below. Dammit, unacceptable. She thought as her feet touched the ground. She scooped up the flashlight, shining it upwards. Naoto was indeed following her into the cave. "You're an ass, just so you know." She told him as he made his was down to her.
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Post by Naoto Ito on Jul 21, 2010 17:50:16 GMT -8
"No. I'm efficient. You were taking too long," he said quietly, droppig with a small thud to the ground below. He was small in stature for a man, but still managed to be roughly the same height as Melora. She was short for a European, he commented to himself as he walked past her further into the cave system, not needing a light to see by. Everything was still in vivid detail, even in the pitch blackness his eyes picked up small facets of light bouncing off the make of the walls from one end or the other.
Looking up, he made sure to note the even spacing of the air shafts, remembering to side step them once the sun rose.
With a sigh he stopped, posture slouching as he turned to look back at the Hunter girl. "Would you move? You walk slower than a retarded, parapalegic, Alzheimers-ridden granmother." Though it was the longest string of words he'd said in her presence, he felt good that it was not conversation worthy, and in fact, rather insulting.
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Post by MeloraBelikov on Jul 23, 2010 22:36:39 GMT -8
"You are an ass actually. There's a difference between pushing a lady down a cave shaft and efficiency." Melora sighed and followed him, boots clicking on the stone below her. She used her flashlight to make sure she wasn't miss-stepping as she was following him further into the cave. Her other unoccupied hand hovered over her gun, ready to pull it on him to defend herself if she needed to.
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Post by Naoto Ito on Jul 24, 2010 16:42:40 GMT -8
Naoto laughed at her as he ventured further into the cave hand resting on the hilt of his sword. There was something off here, and it smelled like a Blackraven. This was the place, and this Hunter was going to be his bate. No matter the political consequence, she could be easily sacrificed to finish his assignment.
A small scuffle of feet was heard on the dirt floor and he turned sharpley toward it, sowrd primed. But it led away quickly and he had qualms with chasing after it so soon.
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Post by Christopher Saunders on Jul 25, 2010 1:15:57 GMT -8
Christopher’s eyes narrowed, but he fished the phone out of his pocket. “One moment Anshel,” His voice became muffled but was distinguishable as another language, sounding something like Welsh. Less then thirty seconds of conversation passed before the phone was returned next to his ear. “Yes well, there’s a tad bit of a problem. I had an intention of holing up in-” He caught himself. “Never mind, in person. In any case, we were followed and I’m being trailed.”
An edge came to his voice as he continued, though his opposite hand scratched at the stumble around his chin. “If I can, I need to hole up someplace, drop out of society for a while.” His thoughts flicked back to the reportedly missing Moroi, though that news was being kept exclusively. Christopher's voice cut out briefly. "Sorry, on a plane from Wales at the moment if I loose the call. Would I be able to tag along with you for a bit?"
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Post by Christopher Saunders on Jul 25, 2010 1:36:57 GMT -8
A chuckle came over the phone. “Dear friend, you appear to have misunderstood. I don’t care of my safety for the moment, I can of my peoples’.” Chris ran a hand over his face, and shook his head at the wine that was offered to him. “I can choose to get off this flight at any point. I left Wales about…” He glanced over his watch. “An hour and a half ago.” Christopher trailed off again, and this time his voice came through. What he said in Welsh, sounded like a jumble. “I apologize. I need to get off the cell immediately. See you at two forty, thanks, bye.” The line went dead as the cursed steward started to snap at him once more.
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Post by AzuraGallu on Jul 25, 2010 14:11:06 GMT -8
Azura rolled his eyes at the young King's words, letting out a sigh from between his drawn lips. "So where exactly does he want us to meet him? It's not like there aren't a million airports in the world. Wait, is he coming to Brazil?"
He straightened himself from the bed, running his fingers through the loose hairs in front of his face, tucking them behind his ear. Placing the other hand on his hip, letting his weight rest on that foot, he regarded the judge carefully.
He wasn't jealous like before, if he'd even stand to admit that much, but he was a bit put off. Why wasn't the brat with his people? He sounded like he had a bit of an excuse for it, but in the end, he should have been directing from a secure location. Surely there was somewhere he'd be safe. If he didn't just say he was being followed, Azura would have even offered him use of the Castle.
Realizing he'd just spewed out a jumble of words that made absolutely no sense, he paused, waiving the hand that wasn't on his hip in a small circle in front of him, closing his eyes with a small frown. "So fairy princess is going to be coming with us to catch the troll?"
When Anshel said nothing Azura rolled his eyes and drug him off the bed by the collar of the bathrobe, not shy in the slightest as the tie came undone. "Time to get up and get dressed. Quit moping, you remind me of my brother this way." And with the same impish smile he dropped the robe from the Judge and tugged a shirt over his head in one movement. "Are you going to make me put your pants on too?" The Judge made a face at him, and Azura took that to mean that yes, he was going to gripe about being sensible again.
An hour and thirty-five minutes later, they were on the moonlit streets of a small town in a dusty rural town after a long, very uncomfortable bus ride in which Azura just wanted to die. People were staring at him, particularly his jewelery, and he was hard pressed to keep from baring his fangs at them to get them to stop. He didn't like feeling like a circus attraction.
Call him sensitive, but he was all too eager to be rid of the prying eyes of the humans around him, wanting to get into the danger Melora was so fond of seeking out. Perhaps that was why she did what she did. Honestly though, she should just find a good lay, then her problems would be worlds away.
He walked into a small, dirty shop and spoke with the man over the counter with a bit of trouble. Portuguese wasn't his best language, and he only knew a few basics, and those were borrowed from other similar languages. But luckily they managed to make and agreement on a sturdy four-wheel drive a few miles from town in a fenced yard. With a toothless smile, the older man bid them farewell with a sweaty palm, dropping the keys into Azura's hand.
Once he was out of the shop, he turned to face Anshel, who was still sulking. "I got us a ride," he said quietly, looking at the judge uncertainly from the corners of his eyes.
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Post by Doctor on Jul 25, 2010 21:57:47 GMT -8
Anshel eyed Azura in a similar manner. "Great. Now we can go ride off into this shit-storm," he bit back with a deep scowl.
It only took him a short walking distance to feel like a wet-blanket and he hurried to apologize for the sourness of his mood. None of this was Azura's fault, no need to take it out on him. With his hands stuffed in his pockets, Anshel kicked the dirt beneath him as they walked.
"I'm sorry I'm being so bitchy. I promise to stop." He mumbled as if Azura was the teacher who had caught him running in the hall. But he did feel the need to explain himself. "I mean, I'm not crazy, right? Christopher here, with us, with Melora... I'm right thinking that this is incredibly unsafe for both of you, I know I am." He tore his hands from his pockets, because the next part would need to be emphasized with heavy gesturing. "Why does everybody insist on throwing their asses into danger?! I'm trying to keep your society's infrastructure intact and I can't do that if all of your monarchs die!"
He stomped his heels into the ground.
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Post by Christopher Saunders on Jul 25, 2010 22:20:01 GMT -8
The private plane was just about to land at the modest airport in Brazil. Christopher shot daggers at the flight attendant for what seemed like the thousandth time: that was the most obnoxious thing he had ever had the displeasure of meeting.
Another man elbowed Chris’s ribs as the plane began to circle for a landing. “What’s your business here?” He asked in Welsh. Chris’s eyes lit with suspicious, but he just shook his head. If he were correct, Anshel and Azura were going to be nearby. That pair really did need to cover themselves better, tracking had been all too easy.
He himself on the other hand was putting forth the greatest effort not to be traced. Paying cash, speaking with the least amount of people as possible, keep out of public and common transportation.... It was a pain in the ass. No other way to describe it.
Those thoughts were why the landing and snatching of his bag when by in a flash. Chris honestly hadn't paid much attention. Now, he felt as though he might get a bloody nose from trying to scent the pair he was after. But to his luck, it appeared a car was pulling in on the far parking lot of the darkened private air strip, so with a quick glance over his shoulder, he began to approach at vampire speeds.
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Post by AzuraGallu on Jul 25, 2010 23:03:41 GMT -8
Azura smiled, nudging the Hunter with his elbow as he began the mile long walk to the fenced lot where they would find their vehicle. "Weelllll, personally, I was looking for danger long before you or Melora showed up in my life, and to be honest, this is probably a lot less terrible than what I would have found myself doing. At least at this point I can tell my clan officials this little trip is for business sake. Normally I'd have disappeared into human society and not looked back once for the safety of my clan." That was a flat out lie...well, halfway, but it did make him feel better.
He twisted a hand into the loose fitting garment on his chest, thinking about what a good King his brother would have made. Anshel was well suited for his job; always other's first. he'd never been like that. He was the selfish one, conditioned to ride on his brother's coat tails...among other things.
He visibly winced at the memory, breathing out slowly through his nose as he looked at the Judge walking next to him.
"You remind me a lot of him," he said in an almost sullen tone.
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Post by Doctor on Jul 25, 2010 23:18:33 GMT -8
Anshel picked at the hem of his shirt. The heat and humidity felt like they were suffocating his skin even though he'd dressed sparsely. Sleeveless with a plunging neckline and intricately beaded with enough silver and gold bits to make him a likely target of a mugging (what was fashion without risk?), his shirt had caught enough attention, which was fine by him because he'd been far too preoccupied to accessorize properly.
They reached the sketchy looking vehicle - the size of the tires would make them look like they were compensating for something (which they most certainly were not) - and he slipped over to the passenger's side.
"I remind you a lot of who? Your brother again?" Anshel smiled, approving of the comparison to someone Azura obviously respected a good deal. He preened and leaned against the hood of the car to look at his friend. "Go on," he urged jokingly. "How does my general magnificence remind you of him?"
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Post by Christopher Saunders on Jul 25, 2010 23:37:17 GMT -8
Christopher’s lips parted, scenting the air as he neared this new vehicle, and he nearly recoiled. It smelled like explosives… and he had a good familiarity with the smell. Inhaling a second time, he could swear he paled. But something was off about it… almost stale. Defused? No, he wasn’t going to take the chance.
No humans were around, they were still back at that thing with wings that could be described as a plane. No way in hell was he going to fall prey to another explosion, even if he didn’t know for sure yet. His eyes flitted about, nearly panicked. Why did he have to ditch his Guards? They really did give a comforting sense…
Chris’s knees felt like they were going to cave under him, but he managed to bolt, past that car, and into his nearest hiding place: an only bench that was fifty yards or so away, probably once used for the employees to break at. He flopped down on it, and immediately large thorn bushes enveloped the ground around it, followed my bigger bushes that he didn’t even know the name of. A pretty good hiding spot, but only if somebody couldn’t distinguish new growth from old.
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Post by AzuraGallu on Jul 25, 2010 23:45:56 GMT -8
The vampire immediately blushed, color distinguishable even on his dark skin. "I- um..he..." Azura looked away, fiddling with the lock on the door far longer than he should have before managing to open it with slightly shaky hands. If he were to tell Anshel, what would the judge think of him. True, they were friends, but even friends had their limits. Still, trusting Anshel was something he'd known to come easily to him, and despite the sick pervertedness that was his relationship with his brother, he almost felt the Judge would understand.
Now if only he could convey that message to his nerves. "Everything," he finally decided on. It was the easy way; the very hard to understand way. "Everything," he said again, stressing the word and hoping the ridiculously intelligent demon would catch the hint.
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Post by Doctor on Jul 26, 2010 0:07:57 GMT -8
With the passenger door unlocked, Anshel slid inside which required using the hood of the car to pull himself up and into the high set seat. He laughed at Azura's elaboration.
"Everything? The brightness of my eyes? My rapier wit?" He poked at Azura's side, right into the ticklish spot he'd found before in an attempt to coax more substantial compliments out of him. "Come on! I need a more detailed account of which extraordinary qualities we share. My incredible style? My adorable humor? My god-like talents in the sack?" His giggle was cut short by how jarringly tense the cabin of the car had become. He blinked in confusion before looking to Azura in question.
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Post by AzuraGallu on Jul 26, 2010 0:15:24 GMT -8
Azura hefted himself into the car, listening with eager ears if the judge would catch his meaning. It seemed that he'd thought it a bad joke, but when in reality...
He fixed the judge with a stare, blinking in reply to his last comment with all seriousness in his face, hand half-way to the keys in the ignition.
"Yes," he said finally, cutting the tense silence with what could have been a fucking chainsaw of a word given the situation.
He grew uncomfortable again, nearly squirming in his seat, grasping for something else to say, something that would let him know he wasn't an incestuous loon. At least the loony part. He'd loved his brother, really loved him, and the moment he'd left to go traipse about with some she-wolf he'd been left behind and abandoned like nothing had ever happened.
If it was one thing Azura had always cursed himself for from that day forward, it was his ability to love and accept too easily. Such things weren't becoming of a leader.
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