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Post by Phatima Zenn on May 16, 2007 20:23:34 GMT
Walking quietly down the road as he takes his first looks at the city, Phatima has one hand cautiously on the butt of one of his guns.
He says to himself:
"So, this is the city where I can find good profit?"
slowly he inches himself further into the city. sticking in the shadows as much as he can, paying attention to every noise. The further he goes the whiter his knuckles get, and the firmer the grip on his pistol.
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Post by Phatima Zenn on May 16, 2007 20:59:19 GMT
As he gets further into the town he starts to calm down, loosening his hold on the pistol. Still keeping to the shadows he starts to pay no heed to the noises.
"Right, so where do I find the profit. You'd better have been right about this place old man."
He pays sharp attention to every movement, whether it be a small creature or simply gravity doing its work, looking for someone to speak with.
He has now completely let go of his pistol, not feeling threatened by the place.
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Post by Markus Valentine on May 16, 2007 21:53:14 GMT
"You are not from around here, are you?" A hushed voice spoke from another shadow. He slowly walked out, revealing himself with a wolf by his side.
"Do not be afraid, I have much better things to do than... ah... Kill you." The man spoke with a dark and sinister grin.
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Post by Phatima Zenn on May 16, 2007 21:57:16 GMT
Looking around for the source of the voice, Phatima draws his pistols and aims at random angles. His eyes are wide and his pupils thin as he spies the man with a wolf.
"Who are you?" he asks forcibly, one gun trained upon the man, the other upon the animal.
"More importantly, what are you?"
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Post by Markus Valentine on May 16, 2007 22:00:01 GMT
The man shrugs lightly.
"If you want an introduction... My name is Markus. And more importantly..." He had a sly smirk on his face "...I am a vampire"
Markus eyed Phatima up and down "Glad to see you came so... prepared" He said sounded amused, that sly grin never leaving his face.
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Post by Phatima Zenn on May 16, 2007 22:06:23 GMT
"Vampire? What the hell did that old man mean by profit?" He says aloud to himself, guns still trained on the new entities.
"So, you wish for a meal?" He quakes as he taunts Markus.
Moving his gun away from the wolf and now aiming both at Markus, he starts to stiffen.
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Post by Markus Valentine on May 16, 2007 22:13:45 GMT
"No No!" Markus looks a little offended "You are far from my type. Anyway, i try not to feed of live humans. They make far too much noise..." He looks like he is thinking about something, Then looks at Phatima.
"Look, those shaky guns are getting annoying, how about you hide them away and we talk like real men?" Markus sounds almost annoyed.
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Post by Phatima Zenn on May 16, 2007 22:16:08 GMT
"These shaky guns have saved my life more times and in more ways than you would think. I will not drop them so easily."
He looks at Markus over the sight of his gun
"We can talk like this, it is of no bother to me"
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Post by Markus Valentine on May 16, 2007 22:19:51 GMT
"Maybe then you would like to stare down my gun?" He pulled out a shotgun from under his coat, held it ready but did not aim it. He sighed at Phatima, just looking tired now.
"Look, I'm really not going to hurt you. Maybe you should just hear my warnings and leave this town." He glared slightly at Phatima, then continued "It really is for your own good you turn around..."
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Post by Phatima Zenn on May 16, 2007 22:23:15 GMT
"That gun, scare me?" Phatima fires a shot into the air keeping his other gun trained on Markus. The gun crackles with static energy as he fires, and the bullet sparks with energy as it vanishes into the night sky. "Not on your life..."
After a moments pause for effect, He answers the other request.
"Run? Never..." Phatima's eyes are showing his fear, but also his ego.
"I heard that there is money to be earned in this town."
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Post by Markus Valentine on May 16, 2007 22:41:06 GMT
"Money in this town? This is a slum! Just look around you!" He waves his hands, indicating the run down buildings around them. "There is no money to be made in this town... Well..." He looked at Phatima with a sour look. He speaks in a quiet tone.
"There is money, i admit that. There are a handful of superpowers in this dump that could still bother to pay people for... services. I can tell you aren't just another dumb human, you have a plan. But i can not tell you where that money could be." He stood up straight, putting the shotgun away.
"Now is not the best time to be anywhere near this town anyway." Markus said, thinking back to what his brother said. "I suspect that-" He was cut short by a scream up the road. He turned to see a single man running madly at them, showing fangs.
"Why don't we see what you are made of then?" Markus said with a smile, motioning towards the maddened blood lusting vampire.
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Post by Phatima Zenn on May 16, 2007 22:51:52 GMT
His eyes widen as he trains a pistol on the new character, still leaving one trained on Markus. He starts to shake as it gets closer.
hammering away on the trigger he unleashes a full round at the vampire, all failing to hit.
The vampire closes in and lunges at him, fangs bared and hands clawing at his face. Phatima falls back and the vampire is now ontop of him.
He feels a searing pain in his hand, the pistol he fired was overheating, in one swift move he rams the searing pistol into the vampires mouth, shattering the fangs.
As the creature backs off in evident discomfort after having a burning pistol forced down its throat, breaking its teeth on the way down, Phatima trains the other pistol onto its chest, and unloads three bullets into its heart, all cracking with electricity as they pierce the body.
Torn between the pain in its mouth and chest, the vampire wrenches the gun out of its mouth, throws it aside, still burning, and flees, only to be hit again by another volley of bullets to the back of the skull before falling down dead.
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Post by Markus Valentine on May 16, 2007 22:55:40 GMT
"Hey, not bad for a human..." Markus smiles to himself, watching the crazed vampire die away. "Maybe you do have a chance... Alright, Want me to show you where to get started in this town?"
Is this really wise?
Markus looks around, curious why all the noise has not bought out more creatures.
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Post by Phatima Zenn on May 16, 2007 23:00:51 GMT
Phatima walks over and picks up his other pistol, cleaning most of the blood from it with his coat, and holsters them.
"Okay, so you have a small amount of my trust."
He retrieves a cable from his backpack and plugs it into each of his pistols.
"You said there was money here... Anywhere to spend it, or am I just going to spend the time fighting for my life?"
Looking at his guns, he reconsiders his words
"Perhaps there's somewhere I can fight for to get Shelter, Food, Ammunition and Electricity?"
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Post by Markus Valentine on May 16, 2007 23:21:18 GMT
"There are places where you can buy food and such, but i am not sure on its quality. If you need gear, i can name once place where you can get it dirt... dirt cheap." He sighed to himself. "If you live on the utter outskirts of town, like i do, you can live fairly peacefully."
Markus squinted into the distance. "Good, shes leaving..." He turned and spoke to Phatima "Do you need some gear now or do you want to go straight to money?"
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