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Post by Lena Eva Aysel on Jul 4, 2008 17:27:19 GMT -5
Lena groaned as she heard the familiar ring of her phone. She had gotten Ariel's schedule a while ago, and had decided to relax for the day. Some exercising, a long bath, curling up in bed... She must've fallen asleep. She was buried in covers, the mattress cushioning every curve of her body.
She reached out a hand, blindly searching for her phone on the table. Damn thing, has to be around here somewhere... She thought lazily before her fingers brushed a slick surface. Snatching the phone, she drew her arm back into the pile of blankets.
A moment later, she effortlessly flung them off, jumping up from the bed to run to the bathroom. In four minutes flat she had brushed her hair, pulled on some clothes, and was rushing to the teleportation booth. She had forgotten her cellphone in the rush, sitting open on the bed to the picture of the warehouse. Walking into the warehouse was the woman she had spoken to before.
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Post by Beatrix 'BX' Green on Jul 4, 2008 18:05:06 GMT -5
[/b] BX blew kisses to the crowd, which made them even wilder. Her array of bodyguards sighed with annoyance and hopelessness. Their job was to protect the girl, yet she persisted. If they didn't allow her to do something, she'd go ballistic. It was as if they had no choice but to obey her, despite the fact it conflicts with their job. "Your all so beautiful!" BX continued to cheer the crowd on as the train of vehicals continued onward to the main Manalist temple of Russia. Cameras and reporters tried to make their way up the stairs of the temple, but security was extremely tight. Once the car was parked in a safe position, BX leaped out and began greeting her fans. Everyone cheered for her, which made the orange haired girl very proud of herself. Trotting into the temple with her bodyguards close behind, BX flipped her hair as she made her way into one of the temple's private chambers. "Thank you for coming to visit us Miss BX." said the temple's high preist. "Oh no problem! I'm so jazzed to be here!" she said happily. A lunch was set up in one of the temple's private rooms where BX will eat before making her speech to the crowd. Today was going to be a special day! The temple's servants tended to her staff's every whim, bringing them plates of hamburgers substitued with a pig meat patty. "We understood your favorite food is hamburgers. So we decided to make some special one's with pig meat inside of them. Just for you Miss BX." BX just stared at it, surprised and a bit shocked; "I'm afraid I can't have it." Her voice became low and stern, as if something grave had just occured. BX shook her head and pushed the plate away. "Pig meat is absolutely sacred to the Manalists, and should not be treated as such. Putting them in burger's isn't the way pig meat should be treated." BX narrowed her eyes and stared at the priest who offered this travesty to her. The priest bowed respectfully; "I'm so sorry, we just wanted you to be treated as you should be treated. With a grand welcome. You have the right to be served pig me-" "I'm a celebrity, not a high priest." said BX sternly. "I'm not worthy of it, and by the looks of it neither are you. Now get it out of my sight before I execute you in the name of Father Manala." The preist nodded and immediately left the room, taking the tray with him. BX flipped her hair again and put a smile on her face. Yes it was nice to be served pig meat, but it certainly wasn't allowed at all (at least according to her). She isn't apart of the clergy. She's just a spokesperson. Oh well, it didn't matter at this point. She was an international star! Sure she wasn't able to eat pigs meat, but there were other things the blessed were able to munch on. BX didn't think pig meat should be eaten by anyone except the preists, since they are the ones who do Father Manala's bidding. Everytime she goes to a banquet she rejects pig meat, and insists to be served something else. This is just her own personal opinion, one she keeps to herself.......Sometimes. The blessed are welcome to eat pig meat in front of her, but she won't do it. Think of it as a personal vow to Father Manala. BX looked at the structure of the temple, admiring it's beauty. "They did such a good job with this place." she said to herself. Nothing could ruin BX's mood today! Today was just too wonderful! [/size][/ul][/color]
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Post by Lilith "Mistress" Antekkereh on Jul 4, 2008 18:44:04 GMT -5
Mistress ate slowly, wondering how her kin had been fairing. She had yet to reveal herself to them in this body. She supposed it didn't matter, as they were sure to smell the dragon blood even if it was coated in demonic taint. They may not realize she was Mistress, but it wouldn't be too far fetched of a guess.
Her mind wandered to the call she had felt, the call of aid that every dragon had probably felt not too long ago. She knew it was from Damascus. No matter the body she lurked in, she still felt the things every other dragon did. From somewhere within her being, she ached painfully at the thought of it. She had refused him. Though she thought him far too kind to humans, he was still a dragon. He was still her kin.
Her hands shot out, shoving the large dining table forward despite their appearance. She fall to her knees from the chair, her now rather wavy hair falling forward also. "Mis-" The servant entered, ready to relay her request, but seeing her on her knees he froze in fear. She tilted her head up, dark eyes staring blankly through strands of raven hair.
"Spit it out." She stated icily. She said no more, nor did she make any move to adjust her position. "You were... invited to a formal dine at the Manalist temple today." He spoke quickly as he tried to keep a neutral expression. A long moment of silence passed through the air, the servant too terrified to risk requesting leave. Finally, Mistress tossed her head back, hair flinging backwards.
"Go get the car ready and have one of the stronger servants fix this table." She stood in one fluid movement while the servant scattered off once more. Her eyes caught the table for a moment, seeing the fresh claw marks embedded on its top. With a swift turn, she headed back toward her room.
In half an hour she was walking through the nearest Manalist temple's halls, hair clipped up in a fashionably messy style. Multiple strands still brushed her face, carressing her jaw and neck. She wore a black blouse that billowed around her form, draping over the skirt that matched her eyes and hair. The skirt tautly reached to her mid-thigh at one side, following down to below her knee at the other with gentle ruffles. Her feet rested in black high heels that added to her tall height by a good couple of inches.
Entering the private room that the feast would be taking place in, she quickly scanned the area. The high priestesses and priests all sat together with various people of importance, lower leveled priestesses and priests serving the food. Most were too engaged with their conversations to notice her. Not caring that she was late, her lips curved into a pleasant smile and her toned legs carried her next to Beatrix.
Of course she knew who the famous spokeswoman was, but she had never established connections with her. Having a good connection with the main MT V anchor woman could prove useful to her. "Oh my, hello there. You are BX, correct? It is such an honour to finally make your acquaintance."
She finally spoke as she sat down, her voice laced with sincerity. She doubted the woman would know who she was, as Mistress was not the most spotlight friendly. Pulling the shots behind the screens was how she liked to handle things.
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Post by Bambi Engel on Jul 4, 2008 18:57:21 GMT -5
"Oh, that's good." Bambi replied pleasantly as she stood. Turning, she begun to make her way toward the door.
When Anthony used his hand to lead her, though, she rushed herself forward to attempt to break the contact. Her nervous nature set in at out of nowhere at peaked levels. Naturally, she tripped, bumping her shoulder roughly into the door as she stepped out.
Grimacing, she bit the inside of her cheeks to keep from crying out. "Sorry about that." She says quickly, attempting to smile and look casual. Suddenly she dreaded the walk. What if she tripped again?
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Post by Peter "Levitas" Barak on Jul 4, 2008 19:07:41 GMT -5
Peter's eyes opened as if he had just finished a blink. He pulled the needle out of his arm and pressed a cottonball against the opening left behind. He was used to this, he'd been doing it near enough to everyday for years now, but this was the part that he always felt strange about. Having a hole in his arm made him... nervous.
He tossed the cotton into the trash on his way out of the small room. This was one of the places he trusted to be secure, one of the only places he slept.
Now that he was "rested" and chemically balanced he was ready to get back to business. Things with the attack hadn't panned out, he'd check in with the others soon enough, see if they knew anything. But for the present... he checked his watch. It'd been quite a time... the last of the paperwork should be addressed. He'd have to look up Bambi.
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Post by Beatrix 'BX' Green on Jul 4, 2008 19:09:23 GMT -5
[/i] she thought with a frown. Rebles like the mafia need to put to death. BX is going to catch them and burn them alive. After this tour is over I'll be broadcasting my new show 'Wanted Dead or Alive'. It was a sequel to the very first show she did about catching wanted criminals. NOBODY, and I mean nobody wants to be announced a criminal by BX. Once your name is uttered negatively by the girl, your whole wide will be targeted. "Oh my, hello there. You are BX, correct? It is such an honour to finally make your acquaintance." BX looked to the side of her to see a very classy woman dressed in elegant clothes greet her. BX smiled and put her hand out; "That's me! It's a pleasure to meet you!" she said. Although BX didn't know who she was, she was flattered that she knew her name....Then again everyone knew of BX of M TV. She must be one of the wealthy locals here in Russia. The lunch that she was in would be one for all the important upper class members of Russia. No doubt she was from here. She definitely had a hint of Russian in her voice. "You must be someone of importance here. May I ask your name and title. Yea know, the basics." she laughed. BX titled her head and smiled again, estatic at this whole situation. Being in Russia was just sooooo coooool! BX was dressed in tight jeans, and a black coat with large buttons on them. Russia seems like the place that's cold all year long. [/color][/ul][/size]
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Post by Lilith "Mistress" Antekkereh on Jul 4, 2008 19:37:17 GMT -5
Of course, the handshake. Mistress had always preferred the whole bowing route, but alas, the handshake had developed into a form of acquaintance. At least it wasn't a high five or some other sort of ridiculous greetings. They had formed many of those in America long ago, which is where this young one was from if she remembered correctly.
"Nowhere near as important as the famous M TV spokeswoman, but I am known as Lilith." Even if she preferred Mistress, she had found most people thought it a strange name. Some even felt uncomfortable addressing her by it, made them feel inadequate she supposed. "I have a seat on the Economic Council."
Beatrix was obviously a very emotional one, all excitement and Manalism. Mistress didn't mind too much, the girl seemed fine enough in a chat. Drawing her eyes to the food, she curled a lip slightly. She had no problem with American food, but American food was so hard to eat while retaining your dignity. Nonetheless, she took small bites from her plate every so often.
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Post by Jack Kruschev on Jul 4, 2008 19:54:53 GMT -5
Anthony sensed that Bambi was uncomfortable. Taking his hand off her, he apologized. "Sorry about that, I meant it in a friendly way."
He closed and locked his office door behind him and told his secretary that he'd be out for a while.
"There's a beautiful walkway around a neaerby campus that's about half a mile, wanna walk on that?"
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Post by Bambi Engel on Jul 4, 2008 23:06:14 GMT -5
"No no, it's fine." Bambi spoke quickly, rather frantically. Realizing this, she attempted to calm herself.
"That sounds lovely. I've never seen Ireland before this." She stated with forced casualty. It was strange seeing all the white haired people but work was work. "Why do they have white hair?" She questioned, her way of trying to start conversation. "The enhanced humans, I mean." She added.
Despite her paranoia, she found it refreshing to be outside. It was much better than staying in those labs.
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Maeve Cullen
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Cogito, ergo ink! (Translation: "I think, therefore I ink!")
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Post by Maeve Cullen on Jul 4, 2008 23:20:25 GMT -5
Maeve nodded, wondering what Alexei was up to. She turns her head, scanning the area. She spots the man on the roof top also. She decides to stay where she is, not wanting to risk the guy catching sight of her following Alexei. She looked toward the entrance of the warehouse, praying Tuesday stayed in for a while.
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Post by Markus Dunstan on Jul 4, 2008 23:31:25 GMT -5
After a while, Markus starts to get restless. He was usually patient but the time it took began to make him suspicious. He started to circle the area when suddenly he noted the car. The lady up front seemed to have spotted him, but he caught a glimpse of another towards the cars rear. He looked so familiar...
The one who'd shot him! Markus made no indication at first, then suddenly he vaulted away from the warehouse, out of sight...for now.
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Post by Alexei Nacharade on Jul 4, 2008 23:34:26 GMT -5
Alexei retrieved a manala assault rifle that closely resembled the premanala AK-47. He looked back to where their prey and been earlier, then cursed and stood straight when he realized he was no longer there.
"He's gone!" Alexei breathed, walking out with the rifle readied, looking all around. Had he given up? Gone inside?
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Post by Lena Eva Aysel on Jul 4, 2008 23:36:13 GMT -5
Lena punches in the code for the location Markus had given her, recalling it from memory when she found her phone was not in her back pocket. She wasn't going to waste time going back for it. Dashing out of the teleportation booth a few blocks from Markus, she begins to run toward the warehouse.
When she was a block away, she stopped, biting her lip. What did she plan to do? Stop him from killing her? She couldn't save everyone she thought she should. Mentally cursing, she kicked the wall in frustration before continuing.
Skidding down an alleyway, she begins to crouch along the wall, making her way down it. It was the alleyway going up beside the warehouse. She scanned the side to confirm it was the right place. Spotting someone at the end of the alley, she stops, narrowing her icy eyes.
Oh, isn't that... the girl? She instantly surveys the area realizing it was. She didn't see Markus anywhere or anyone else. He was good at sticking to walls in the shadows though. Calculating the best way to go about this, she sneaks up behind Tuesday, clamping her hand other the other woman's mouth and dragging her behinds.
"Don't make a sound if you value your life." She whispers urgently. She knew Tuesday would probably think she meant she'd kill her, but it was the best way to ensure that if Markus hadn't found her he wouldn't.
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"Niel" Samuelson
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Wrath Soldier
Hatred is the greatest gift of mankind; mercy is a sign of weakness.
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Post by "Niel" Samuelson on Jul 4, 2008 23:40:52 GMT -5
Niel nodded. He had known coming into this mission that there was the possiblity of eternal death and torment. As a member of the Wrath, though, you became accustomed to the idea that damnation waited for you around every corner. He'd been working the job for so long that the idea didn't give pause the way it had years ago.
"Here's a number you may contact me at, Ms. Korpela." He said, replacing the knife he'd been unconsciously flipping with a plain white card that contained a single phone number in precise handwritting. He placed it on a table for her. "Once you've made contact with the God of Destruction, I'll be expecting a message from you. You would be ill-advised to try warning Keitoleinen about what I have in store for him." His expression was still of stone. "Despite what you may be thinking, there is much more that I might do to you than kill you." She wouldn't be the first supernatural he'd come across to underestimate his abilities. It was odd how non-humans felt so superior when all evidence pointed to their inferiority and inherent weakness.
"I will be taking my leave of you to make appropiate steps and then contact you once more." He made ready to leave.
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Post by Alexei Nacharade on Jul 4, 2008 23:50:25 GMT -5
Alexei begans a cautious stride towards the warehouse, before going into a cautious stride towards the warehouse.
"Tuesday?" He called, keeping the rifle pointed towards the building, looking for her.
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