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Post by Ravenmaster on Apr 17, 2005 19:42:07 GMT -5
"I can take care of myself, thank you very much." Harue said. "And why should I tell you? I'm not even in the fox gang anymore. The leader is none of my concern."
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Post by Mullet Fish on Apr 18, 2005 14:23:44 GMT -5
Daray sighed. "If you say so" With that, he left. He returned to his dugout and sharpened his knives for awhile, an activity that he had always found useful for thinking. He went over everything he had known about the Fox gang. He had heard rumors that they had relocated, and had elected a new leader. Daray guessed that the former leader was killed or left the city. And what about the girl? He guessed she would be no real problem, as she wasn't a Fox anymore. He doubted she would rat on him, but still... Then there had been the other merc. That had been the most troubling discovery that evening. He thought he had known all of the mercs. Was he indeed a merc at all? Thoughts like these ran through his mind as he gave dozens of knives to an incredibly sharp edge, and incredibly pointy tip. He wondered if he could get the Fox gang's cooperation. He would need their help if he was to bring the Owl gang to it's knees. He knew the Owls had to go. They had at one point been honorable, reserved fighters. Now they had become erratic and stubborn, killing anything they saw setting foot on their turf. He couldn't have them upsetting the delicate balance of the gang system by taking out any important gang members. Daray knew there were others like him. Kepers of the peace. He didn't like that title, as his ways often resorted to violence. He just made sure no gang rose above the others. That would be catastrophic. He sighed miserably and turned off the grindstone. It slowed to a stop. He stared at it for a moment before collapsing on his bed. He stared at the celing and fell into an uneasy sleep, filled with unnervingg dreams of his distant past.
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Post by Ravenmaster on Apr 18, 2005 15:53:29 GMT -5
Harue stared after him and then turned around, going back into the street where the crow and the other boy stood. SHe sighed. "Sorry...I didn't tell him anything about you guys. Not that I know anything." Harue said nervously. "Uh...Sorry..."
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Post by Mullet Fish on Apr 18, 2005 17:43:59 GMT -5
Daray was running down a hall. Doors flanked him on both sides. They were nothing but a large blur as he flew past them. He could hear the voices. A voice of a girl who he recognized as the only girl he had ever had anything serious with. She was crying for help. He listened to try and pick which door to open. He sopped, and flung open a door. Nothing but a dark room. He slammed it shut and sped onwards. Did this hall ever end? Just as he thought this he almost ran into a door at the end of the hall. It was different somehow, larger, perhaps. The cries were coming from behind it. He extended a hand towards the handle, but as he touched it he could hear the sound of burning flesh. He gasped and withdrew his hand, his palm red and throbbing. He looked onwards as the doorknob melted, and oozed to the floor. Instead of forming a puddle it seemed to seep under the door, and spread outwards. When it reached the wall it started going up the sides, until the two ends met at the top. It cooled rapidly, leaving the door sealed. Where the knob had been was only a hole now. He peered through it, but all he could see was black. Then, a line of red appeared and grew until he was staring into a bright red eye. He gasped and leapt backwards. The cries were more frantic. The door bulged outwards. He put his shoulder against it and shoved, but to no avail. He sat down heavily against it, and watched with horror as a long blade slide through the door beside him. It withdrew, then appeared again, closer. He stared dumbly at it. This time, it slid out through his chest.
Daray sat up quickly, his knife out. He sighed and flopped back down on his bed, and was rewarded by a thud and a quickly passing diziness. He groaned. Not his bed, the concrete floor. He pulled himself back onto his bed and sat up. He leaned over and put his head in his hands. This was a bad day. Was it still day? He checked a clock with a cracked glass face. He was still too dizzy to read it. Stupid analog clocks. Daray did a weapons check. Everything wasaccounted for. Daray wondered what the dream had been about. He hadn't seen that girl for years. She was probably dead or something by now. Daray had seen that hallway in previous dreams. Always that door at the end. And the knife. What had that been about? It looked like a crow blade. He shrugged. Daray yawned loudly and checked the deadbolts on the two doors and the dusty window. All were secure. He sighed and rummaged on the workbench for a bottle of Aspirin. He popped one in his mouth, forgot to get some water and gagged it down dry. After doing another weapons check he set out once more, in search of the Fox leader.
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Post by Mullet Fish on Apr 22, 2005 18:55:42 GMT -5
(...waiting for a new reply...)
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Post by insanity on May 2, 2005 21:26:38 GMT -5
He showed a weak smile, "It's alright." Soon, he heard footsteps coming in their general direction. (If Derek isn't heading toward them, then just disregard this post.) "Is he coming back?" he asked, looking at the other two.
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Post by Ravenmaster on May 2, 2005 21:30:45 GMT -5
Harue looked back to where the footsteps were coming from. "I'm not sure...it could be someone else."
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Post by Mullet Fish on May 4, 2005 16:55:39 GMT -5
(Derek? Isn't it Daray. *smile splits face* Good idea...)
(Okay, I'm going to bring in Derek, okay? I don't feel like waiting for an ok, so I'll just do it. Just say Daray is just, doing his own thing somewhere else, okee? Okee.)
Derek moved with uncanny speed towards the pair. He gave up stealth for speed, his feet moving in small, rapid steps. He leaned slightly forward, one shoulder ahead of him. Moonlight glinted off a well-worn shoulder plate, and his glove made a quiet clinking sound. He knew he was still about 20 yeards away, but he covered the distance quickly. Soon he was at the area where the pair stood, and above them. He considered slowing down, dismissed the thought and was soo in the air over them. He landed in a roll, before leaping to his feet. He held a small dagger by his right ear, poised to throw. Seeing hat the two were apparently unarmed, he let it fall to his side, The knife was gone, under his cloak. "Sorry," he said simply. "Reflex." He flashed a toothy grin, the moonlight making the teeth seem to glow eerily.
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Post by Ravenmaster on May 4, 2005 20:14:23 GMT -5
Harue sighed looking at Derek. "Yes many of you owls have sharp reflexes..." She said. She knew who he was. She thought she had seen him before and the armor on his body was a dead give-away to the Owl Gang. 'What does he want?' Harue thought while looking strait into the newcomer's eyes, as if to pierce his very soul.
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Post by Mullet Fish on May 4, 2005 20:50:22 GMT -5
Derek stared at her a moment, blankly, before bursting out in laughter. "You thought I'm an...owl?!" he exclaimed between gusts of laughter. "I mean all this high-tech armor is a dead giveaway." He gestured to the tarnished shoulder guard and breast plate, and the chain mail glove. "On top of that, all of these plasma weapons I carry around with me are evidence enough." He held his cloak open, revealing the knives. "But don't feel bad," he went on, beginning to babble. "Blame it on Brad, for not posting an adequate description" (ehehe sorry). "Anyways, name's Derek," he said, extending the ungloved hand. "I'm not an owl, I'm from...out of town," he said, choosing his words carefully. He looked around, rocking back on his heels casually. "Nice little town you've got here isn't it?" The sarcasm amused even Derek. "I've been here before, of course, I just get bored kind of easily."
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Post by Ravenmaster on May 4, 2005 22:27:19 GMT -5
(DANGIT DANGIT DANGIT DANGIT! *stomps on the ground* I was thinking of Dimitry! Sorry sorry! ACK! Me and my short attention span! *decides to punish self by trying to balance a sthingy on the tip of my tongue*
Harue decided to challenge Derek's sarcasm with a little of her own. "Don't we all..." She muttered under her breath though loud enough so Derek could hear. "Doing something of real purpose might get you out of your boredom...just a suggestion..."
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Post by Mullet Fish on May 5, 2005 14:26:56 GMT -5
(Haha calm down, it's okay.)
Derek shrugged offhandedly. "I prefer not to meddle in the business of other cities." Fixing his cloak he continued, "I've got business enough of my own." He sat down on the ledge of the tallish building and looked behind him. It was at least three stories to the ground. He looked back to the pair, unalarmed. "So, tell me a bit about yourselves," he said. "I know but a little about your gangs. I know about the Owls, because a friend of mine had some business with them. Then is it the crows who are obsessed with blades?" He looked down at the knives attatched to his body. "You will find that we have something in common if that's true."
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Post by Ravenmaster on May 5, 2005 15:43:45 GMT -5
Harue shot Derek a glare through the corner of her eye. "I'm a Fox." She said then shook her head. "Was a Fox." Either way not a soul would think Harue was a Fox the way she looked now. She didn't look like the other female Foxes and didn't intend to ever again.
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Post by Mullet Fish on May 5, 2005 16:33:02 GMT -5
"An ex-Fox eh?" Derek said musingly. He rubbed his chin. "I've only heard a bit about the Fox gang." He shrugged. "So, what does everyone do for fun around here?" he asked, unsure if he was being sarcastic.
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Post by insanity on May 5, 2005 21:50:06 GMT -5
OoC| My character seems too much like a Croaw Member xD.
"Well for fun those damned Wolf members stalk the weaker ones." Apparently, Nathan didn't hold too much affection towards the Wolf members. They were unruly brutes, preying on the weak. He had heard that the Wolf gang betrayed the Crow gang. His gang didn't really have a problem with either, but weren't too fond of the Wolf Gang.
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