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Post by Rojo on Jun 17, 2009 8:04:53 GMT -5
Ezio shifted a little. The shadows on the street had shifted and grown deeper. Someone was standing there...
Unwisely, he moved closer to the mouth of the alleyway, hugging the wall but making sure not to rub his clothes against the rough brick. He heard whispers. Neither voices sounded entirely...well, human. He moved back a little bit. Just in case.
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Post by Seven on Jun 17, 2009 10:59:00 GMT -5
The rebels fell silent at the sounds of another approaching pair. Silently, Acala stalked towards the ledge again, peering over. Forsaken, her eyes narrowed recognizing the creature for what is was, and soon the rest of the group would be alerted to that fact as well. But, there was another figure walking beside it. Clothed in billowing cloaks, it was difficult to make out who the person was, but it seemed to be human. A hidden human walking beside a Forsaken. She could only imagine it to be the missing Rebel.
Acala signaled the others. They would surround them, and then attack. And quickly, the others would get into position for an ambush.
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Post by The Imfamous AKA on Jun 17, 2009 14:11:40 GMT -5
Mireta's face keeps her continuous smirk as he tongue flicks out a few more times, tasting the air. "Sscruffss," she hisses faintly. "You wouldn't perhapss sstill have that sshocky, ssparky thing with you... Would you?" She flicks her tongue out once more, tasting the faintest air currents that carry the metallic, bloody taste of humans as they move around Mireta and her "charge."
"Becausse I don't think thesse humanss are the ssmart kind..."
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Post by Pan on Jun 17, 2009 15:16:01 GMT -5
Scruffy gives her a twisted smile and she pull the object in question out of she coat. "Mireta that a silly question to ask me. Would I ever leave my home with out spake plug charged?" Her pink eye scans the surroundings. "Why do you ask? Is a smooth skin heading this way?"
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Post by The Imfamous AKA on Jun 17, 2009 15:19:15 GMT -5
"Ass I ssaid, sseveral." She gestures faintly with her head in a few different directions. "They sseem to be attempting to ssurround uss...."
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Post by Rojo on Jun 27, 2009 15:01:10 GMT -5
Ezio moved to the edge again, risking a peek out into the street. He quickly withdrew again.
His heart was pounding. Those people didn't look exactly...friendly. Ezio reached into his bag, his hand curling around the knife that lay therein, the handle feeling tight and his glove feeling taut against his skin.
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Post by Seven on Jul 13, 2009 11:24:47 GMT -5
Half scaled down buildings sides, using windowsills, knobs, drains, chutes, and rickety fire escapes to maneuver what would be imperceptibly to any regular mortal creature. Perhaps only the billowing of their gray cloaks through the snowy weather could give indication being so late and dark. But for the Forsaken and perhaps Scruffy as well, their uninvited guests could and would be seen, scuttling from building to building, making their way over to the pair. Not that they would know her, but Acala would be leading the brigade down to meet Mireta head on.
However, those approaching would not be of the only concern, considering that the other half remained on the rooftops, carefully watching. Whether they would be armed with long distance weapons, no others would know. Eizo would be all but forgotten to the rebels, save for Elise who remained on the rooftops to give orders to the other half of rebels. For a moment she peered to see where he had run off to. She hoped he found shelter, and prayed he would not be involved in this conflict.
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Post by The Imfamous AKA on Jul 13, 2009 12:35:01 GMT -5
Mireta places one vestigial hand on Scruffy's shoulder protectively. It would not do to have the human (?) harmed while under her care, it would not do at all. Her other hand raises to her lips, as her tongue darts out to lick the tips of two fingers. She holds the hand up, feeling the currents created by the rapidly moving Rebels, her large dark eyes scanning the area, locking on each human for a split second before moving on. Finally, her eyes come to rest on their leader.
Her upper lip draws back in a faint snarl as her fangs slide the rest of the way foward menacingly. "Come out, little mousse," she hisses loudly enough to be heard. "A ssneak attack doess you no good if I know exssactly where your alliess sstand."
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Post by Rojo on Jul 13, 2009 12:42:54 GMT -5
Cold sweat made his clothes feel claustrophobicaly tight. ((Is that a word?)) Ezio stood stock still. Surely that...that...whatever it was, didn't mean him?
A little bit of gravel dropped into the puddle of liquid next to him, and Ezio managed to catch a glimpse of disappearing shoe above him. Maybe not. But prehaps the speaker thought he was involved with whoever was sneaking around. He certainly hoped this wasn't so, as the alley ended in a solid brick wall. The fire escape leading up to the rooftops had all but disintergrated long ago and his only way out was into the street.
If worse came to worse, he would have to make a run for it. He imagined himself in his mind's eye, sprinting out into the street and away amid rocks and the sounds of breaking bones. He wasn't a fighter, no siree. He wasn't a fighter by a long chance. Ezio backed himself away from the entrance, for a run-up and if anyone decided to peek in on him then he would be better hidden in the shadows. He took in a breath of air. It tasted stale through his mask and he was dangerously aware that it could be his last. What had he gotten himself into?
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Post by Pan on Aug 2, 2009 20:42:04 GMT -5
Scruffys pink eyes looks at her shoulder then to Mireta then back to the houses. "I thought that it was normal for people to be running around at night... I always see them when ever I come to this town..."
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Post by Seven on Aug 3, 2009 14:15:19 GMT -5
Acala winces as she sees Mireta reign the 'human' closer into her venomous hold and hears the fiend call out to them. Of course she would know where most of them stood hidden. This wasn't going to work. Acala signals to some of the other rebels closer to her, an order to hold their position, and to retreat in extreme circumstances. Then she jumped out of the darkness.
The thought of dying never bothered her too much.
She walked out into visibility, though maintained her distance. "Forsaken," she spit out like the insult it was. "You may sniff us out, but that doesn't change the fact that the odds are not in your favor. You are surrounded and outnumbered," she continued to call out. "Now let your prisoner go."
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Post by The Imfamous AKA on Aug 3, 2009 16:04:05 GMT -5
Mireta lets out a short laugh, the single exhalation of air shaking her entire fragile frame and tossing her head back. "Prissoner? My, what foolss thesse Rebelss be..." Her tongue darts out momentarily, savoring the taste of the air surrounding the humans. She turns her head in a twisting motion to Scruffy. "Ussually it's jusst you sseeing thingss, I'd ssupposse.... But tonight, you can have the treat of sseeing the disspossal of real Rebelss..."
She reverts her attention to Acala. "Outnumbered and ssurrounded, perhapss.... Outmatched? I think not..." She arches her back to one side, sending a series of loud cracks into the night as she prepares her body to shift into it's serpentine form. "If you want her, you'll have to die for her."
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Post by Rojo on Aug 4, 2009 19:08:51 GMT -5
Tucked away in the shadows of the alley crouches poor little Ezio, stuck smack bang in the middle of a battle about to kick off. He licks his lips, sweating profusely despite it being freezing outside. All he could hope for was that whoever won wouldn't notice him.
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Post by Seven on Jan 29, 2010 1:05:29 GMT -5
((Okay Pan, you fail epically. It's been your turn now for over 5 months; we're moving on without you for your unreliability.))
Acala smirked at that remark. "If I want her, then I must die for her? Huh," she muttered coolly. "What good would that be? I still wouldn't get her."
((Okay...when I got to this point, I realized for the first time that I didn't know if it was possible for a Rebel to have a weapon like a gun. I mean, there might be issues with technology...there might be issues with a weapon like that being a rarity in this world. I really have no clue. I also thought if it might be possible that even if guns are a rarity, if Acala still might have dug one or two up and is hording them for herself. Either way, I decided I'd go ahead and just let her have some. If it's a problem later, I'll just mysteriously stop using them.))
Acala stood her good 20 foot distance away from Mireta and the stranger, her face serious, as if she were in an old Western standoff. The fair-haired friend of Acala watched from over the balcony, also picturesque of another archetype; her face looked like the anxious working-girl lady of the night, who, enamored to the lonesome sling-shooter, watched in fright, unable to look away, wondering if her hero could win. Acala was not unfamiliar with Mireta or her legacy for leaving Rebels dead in one lethal bite. She was fast--especially once changed, but fortunately for her, she hadn't yet. She'd have to keep it that way.
Perhaps it was that Acala didn't want to endanger the lives of her followers; more likely, it was still internally focused on her plan of stealing away some Rebels to form her own pack, devoted solely to humans, one that she would lead rather than Aretha, and therefore wanted to show off before her invisible audience; or the final possibility might be that in dealing with such a powerful foe, there would be no room for error, and surely the lesser trained, though idealistic Rebels, would simply get in her way and give Mireta an opening Acala couldn't afford. Either way, she called to none of them for assistance. Instead, in a second, Acala drew--literally--with two pistols for each of her hands, firing four shots through the night air, alternating gunfires between the two weapons.
She wouldn't give Mireta the opportunity to change. She'd make sure of it.
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