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Post by Draven Hunter on Jan 3, 2011 22:34:04 GMT -5
"Useless, valueless," Marrus said with a shrug, closing his emerald eyes. "It's all the same to me. He actually has a use to me and I would rather have him now so I can watch the effects of my work and document." He eyed Seriah, still smirking, and kept the warlord in his sights. The baselard didn't bother him much. He'd give it one more go before he decided he'd had enough. He'd get Draven back; that poison would keep him weak for awhile. Marrus knew he'd have plenty of chances to catch Draven out in the open. "May I have my experiment please?" he asked, mock politeness in his voice.
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Post by Ashemir Draemis on Jan 3, 2011 22:46:07 GMT -5
The stupid vampire couldn't take the hint, could he? Well, Ashemir would just enjoy the show. Blood makes the roses grow, after all. He stood attentive at the door, prepared to close off entrance to the house in case the warlord needed it.
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Post by Seriah Desislov on Jan 3, 2011 22:52:39 GMT -5
"No, but you may go fuck yourself." Seriah replied, matching the other's fake tone. He casually widened his stance, holding the decorative short sword up in a defensive position. If Draven died in his house, than so be it, but he wasn't going back to Marrus. It was simply not going to happen!
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Post by Draven Hunter on Jan 4, 2011 8:24:20 GMT -5
By now, Marrus had his hands clasped behind his back and he was 'tsk, tsk, tsk'ing as he shook his head. So they wanted it to be difficult. He might just have to leave for now and come back. Seemed a better plan than going against that sword. He eyed the weapon for a few moments, considering his options. Attack and take Draven back, let Draven die and move on to another vampire, catch Draven alone... None of them seemed to be what he wanted. He frowned as he thought, keeping a good eye on Seriah. With a step, he moved to stand beside the warlord, facing out at the street, his back to Ashemir. "Draven will die," he said as if it were a regular conversation. "Even if it's not now, I will see it happen. I don't understand why he's always the favorite brother. Just don't get it." Inside, Draven shifted and shivered, arms hugged against his chest.
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Post by Ashemir Draemis on Jan 4, 2011 14:49:53 GMT -5
Ashemir wished that Seriah would cut him down right there. The blonde also wanted to make some sort of retort, but he restrained himself from baiting the green-eyed vampire. Fucking bitch.
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Post by Seriah Desislov on Jan 4, 2011 18:54:05 GMT -5
If Marrus wanted to leave peacefully, he made a poor choice getting closer to the warlord- worse, he tried to get behind the warlord, to stand between him and Ashemir. The blade thrust forward as fast as Marrus had moved, aiming to plunge into the vampire's stomach. It was Seriah's thinking that it was easier to kill Marrus now, then worry about him later. "Whatever Draven's fate, I'd see you die first." He spat back.
He wouldn't pursue Marrus if the vampire fled his property, now, but the idea was certainly tempting.
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Post by Draven Hunter on Jan 4, 2011 20:45:33 GMT -5
Marrus sidestepped Seriahs attack, the blade merely catching his arm and cutting into it. "No way to treat a guest, I'd say," he stated, moving away with that quick step he'd used to get close to Seriah. Now he stood back in his former place, though his back was to the other two vampires. "I'll be taking my leave then," he said, his voice dark as he glanced over his shoulder. "If you change your mind, you can find me at the Port." With that, he took off, disappearing into the shadows and heading in the direction of Issilt Port.
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Post by Ashemir Draemis on Jan 4, 2011 20:49:42 GMT -5
"Good, you can just stand there alone in the cold," Ashemir said to Marrus as the other vampire disappeared. Hopefully it would rain.
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Post by Seriah Desislov on Jan 4, 2011 20:59:33 GMT -5
Seriah rolled his cold blue eyes, before pulling a handkerchief from a pocket to clean off the blade. He watched the other vampire's retreating form, not responding to the offer since he'd already made his stance very clear. He finally turned back to Ashemir, sighing. "I really don't like that man being in my town. Lets go back inside." That was hopefully the last of Marrus for tonight...
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Post by Ashemir Draemis on Jan 4, 2011 21:02:47 GMT -5
Ashemir nodded. He wouldn't want Marrus around in ANY town, even Tiaelde. He stepped back to let Seriah through the doorway before he shut the door. Might lock it, just to make a point. Marrus might not be deterred by doors, but let the powers that be say that they didn't try.
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Post by Ashemir Draemis on Jan 4, 2011 21:03:21 GMT -5
(THE END.
4000th post!!!)
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