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Post by Damaris Y Blaidd on Apr 17, 2009 23:52:24 GMT
Damaris smiled slightly, aware of how ridiculous and out of place she must look.
"Got into a fight with a couple of guards. With guns." She said, indicating her ripped, bloody trouser leg, and the missing sleeve she'd used to dress it with. "And uh... well, being a werewolf just doesn't bode well for appearances." She said sheepishly, indicating the mud all over her coat and in her hair.
"Ah, the arrows... family heirloom. My dad used to hunt for sport, and it's a lot easier to hunt deer without scaring off everything else using a quiet bow than a noisy gun. Just became a habit, I guess." She explained, slightly wistful. She missed those days.
((Contined in the Southern Quadrent))
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Post by Phatima Zenn on Apr 18, 2009 11:13:22 GMT
Stepping outside of the building, he looked around...
"Damn, no sight of them..." He looked around, and could see smoke rising over in the distance.
"He's been gone, what, ten minutes? And he's already demolished what seems like half of the town... Not exactly hard to follow"
Shouldering his bag he set off at a quick pace towards where the smoke was coming from.
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Post by Austin on May 26, 2009 18:50:35 GMT
Please Note
Time Jump Initiated
All following events are at least two months after those above |
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Post by Azrael Jiraco on Oct 20, 2010 19:43:57 GMT
After a good hours walk, Azrael would've given a substantial amount to come across some trouble makers. Even some inconsequential trouble makers that wouldn't normally merit his attention would do. He was growing tired of being idle; he needed to feel alive again.
The streets were very quiet tonight. Everyone kept their heads down and kept to themselves as they travelled. Even friend groups managed to refrain from bantering to each other. Azrael found the silence ominous. He sat on a park bench, finally giving up.
What did I think I would find? He asked himself in his head.
Daylight robbery? He deliberatley and sarcastically used the word 'daylight' as he frowned at the omnipresent dark sky.
He was startled by the voice of another man; although, he managed to keep his composure and prevent himself from jumping.
"Heya fella, I don't suppose you've got any spare change?" The man asked, bluntly. Azrael gazed at the begger. He could'nt make out his facial features in such low light; there were no lamps in the park.He was wearing a badly stained, light brown long coat which completely wrapped him. It was cold, Azrael realised, suddenly.
"Get lost," he replied. His reply was stern, not aggressive. The man was taken aback, not expecting such a rude response.
"Alright, Alright, I meant you no harm. I was just after some bus fare," the man persisted.
"I'm not going to repeat myself," Azrael snarled, turning his body to fully face the man. The man didn't pursue his case any further and withdrew back into the darkness.
Hmph! Couldn't you have at least threatened me or something? Azrael thought to himself.
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Post by Azrael Jiraco on Oct 22, 2010 19:00:10 GMT
Azrael suddenly snapped out of his daze. He had almost fallen asleep.
Guess I should make a move, he thought.
Azrael strained to get off the park bench but didn't head in the direction of 'The Circle' headquarters. Instead, he decided to visit some parts of the town he rarely got to see.
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