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Post by Ashemir Draemis on Feb 6, 2011 0:20:43 GMT -5
"G-GUARDS!" Purple Dress shrieked.
"What!? You coward!" Corsage said to the square-faced man. He drew his sabre and parried Longsword's attack, swinging to catch her throat.
Ashemir watched the scene with a sense of morbid fascination. He wasn't used to /watching/ such violent acts, especially up close and personal.
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Post by Seriah Desislov on Feb 6, 2011 0:29:26 GMT -5
Seriah stepped closer to the door, listening for any sound of someone coming down the hall, while keeping his eyes on his vampires in the room. "Poor choice, my lady."
Longsword's blade jerked up, clanging against the other fighter's metal. She pushed down on his blade, while moving forward to snap her elbow up into his chin.
Barehands spun around, reaching out to grab Purple Dress by the arm, and ripping her back off her feet. If that wasn't enough to silence her he reached to cover her mouth, which, assuming success, would be quickly followed by a snapped neck.
With the other two being subdued, the third vampire, a small brunette thing with a pick axe rather than a conventional weapon, stepped up to the square-faced man. It would be better to handle this quickly, before they were distracted by guards showing up. "Just relax," He said gently, waiting to make sure the man complied.
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Post by Banez Gladpath on Feb 6, 2011 0:32:03 GMT -5
Banez opened his mouth, but the tears now running down his face articulated his feelings better than any words could, so he closed it. His thumb ran along Lysand's, thinking less on calming the advisor and more on the idea that this might be the last time that they would be able to hold each other.
Angel Haven.... The captain slipped his hand into the cloth that fell over his armor and gingerly pulled out a folded square of paper, holding it out for Lysand to take. His hand was still shaking, but he tried not to let his voice waver, an attempt that was in failure, "...This is a map that I've written possible locations of Angel Haven on. If Cados falls, and you can't find me, then..."
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Post by Tobias Lysand on Feb 6, 2011 0:41:41 GMT -5
"N-No, Banez. You can't! You can't!" Tears slipped through his wall, running down his face freely. His shaking hand reached up to take hold of the map. His other hand ripped free of Banez's as he threw himself at the captain instead, arms wrapping around him tightly. "You can't leave me again! I won't let you!"
He stared up at Banez with shaken eyes, drawing multiple breaths to try to calm himself. An effort that was not successful. Banez's duty... How he despised it now! "We'll go to Angel Haven together, Banez. I promise!"
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Post by Ashemir Draemis on Feb 6, 2011 0:42:54 GMT -5
Purple Dress issued a muffled scream when her arm was pulled and her mouth was covered. After the snap, her body slumped down, lifeless.
Corsage felt as though the back of his skull had ground into the top of his spine. He fell onto the ground, grasping his sabre despite his dazed state. His gaze went to Purple Dress' crumpled form. "Linda!" He looked over to the square-faced man with desperation, "Please, help me!"
The square-faced man glanced at Corsage briefly, only to ignore the youth as he looked back at Pick Axe and nodded slowly.
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Post by Seriah Desislov on Feb 6, 2011 0:54:09 GMT -5
Longsword stepped onto the saber, pinning it down. She moved her blade to Corsage's throat, leaning down closer to him, rather than finish him off. "I can help you. All you have to do is say 'yes'." She wasn't sure why they couldn't just hold people down and turn them whether they liked it or not. Once you were damned, you were damned for good, after all.
Barehands dropped Linda's purple body, dusting off his hands, and murmuring quietly, "I hate loud people."
Pick Axe glanced towards Corsage and Longsword for a moment, before biting in to square-faced man's neck, gently piercing the skin, and taking in blood. He drew away, licking his pale lips clean.
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Post by Banez Gladpath on Feb 6, 2011 0:58:42 GMT -5
Banez wrapped his arms around Lysand, some of his tears falling into the advisor's hair. He didn't like his duty right now anymore than Lysand did, but he wouldn't leave Lorin behind. Especially now that Brenthor was back. And Banez didn't doubt that the idea of murdering the prince during the chaos would slip the ambassador's mind. "Breathe with me," the captain said, able to steady his own breathing enough to provide a model for Lysand to match, as much as he wanted to sob and mourn their seperation.
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Post by Tobias Lysand on Feb 6, 2011 1:07:58 GMT -5
Lysand's eyes squeezed shut at Banez's words. Breathe with him... He remembered having done it once before; the night he was nearly kidnapped by bandits. The bittersweet memory made him tremble, but he focused on matching his breathing with the guard captain's. His trembling ceased, but it would not stop his tears. Especially when he could feel the captain's hitting him. He matched another one of the captain's breaths before he shifted his arms up to grip the man more tightly. Pulling himself up to be slightly higher, he kissed him.
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Post by Ashemir Draemis on Feb 6, 2011 1:17:36 GMT -5
Corsage trembled with fear and rage, glancing once more at the square-faced man. Even if he couldn't avenge Linda, perhaps he could make the other pay for doing nothing. "...Alright," he said to Longsword, trying to relax.
The square-faced man winced when the fangs pierced his neck. Swaying a bit, he sat down in an open chair, quietly shaking as his organs each died. The process eventually ended, and things became a bit hard to process, now that he could see in such fine details, smell things he couldn't smell before, and maybe even hear the scrape of Longsword's sword against Corsage's neck.
Ashemir sidled around the room and settled again next to Seriah, finally relaxing now that the scene was winding down. Now that he saw it once, maybe they'd be easier to stomach as they advanced further.
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Post by Banez Gladpath on Feb 6, 2011 1:27:11 GMT -5
Banez's lips softly pressed against Lysand's, clutching the small man to him for a few moments before he finally broke away. "I love you," he whispered. Maybe if they couldn't meet on earth, or Angel Haven, they'd meet in Heaven.
They... probably couldn't afford much time now. "Please hurry," he said, gesturing to the passageway and trying to hold himself together, even though another wave of tears hit him.
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Post by Seriah Desislov on Feb 6, 2011 1:27:37 GMT -5
Longsword nodded, kicking the saber away from Corsage's grip. She got down on her knees, straddling his waist as she leaned over his neck, nipping at the skin lightly, before actually biting- and action which Barehands rolled his eyes at. Longsword moved back onto her feet, sheathing her blade as she waited to watch the effects of her bite.
Pick Axe shuffled back from the man, as everyone waited for Longsword to finish.
Noting things were nearly done, Seriah opened the door to the hallway, looking down either way before stepping out into it, leaving Ashemir and the others to follow.
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Post by Aria Talei on Feb 6, 2011 1:27:48 GMT -5
(AWWWWWW!
Sorry. Continue.)
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Post by Tobias Lysand on Feb 6, 2011 1:35:02 GMT -5
Lysand struggled to get anything past the knot in his throat. "I-I..." He had to swallow a few times. "I love you too." They were words that he never thought he'd hear himself say. He took a step back before he lifted the swan pendant from his neck. "Take this Banez. My father told me that I should give it to the person I care the most about. Take this and remember me!" He pressed it into his hand before he stumbled back again, barely able to see through his tears. He glanced back to the tunnel, realizing that he had no choice but to hurry through.
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Post by Ashemir Draemis on Feb 6, 2011 2:12:50 GMT -5
Corsage jumped at Longsword's nip, flushing with anger as it seemed that all traces of his dignity had been thrown away. He made a small pained noise when he was actually bitten, bracing himself for the change. Oh God, it was painful... He clutched the floor for anything to grab onto to take his focus off the pain of dying. When it was over, he laid there, overcome with weakness as he waited for his mind to catch up with his new body.
Ashemir slipped out into the hallway after Seriah.
"Hey, wa--" one of two guards said in confusion as he turned his head. Ashemir swung his battleaxe into the first guard's neck, slicing into his throat but not quite making it through the top of the man's spine.
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Post by Banez Gladpath on Feb 6, 2011 2:21:40 GMT -5
Banez's fingers carefully curled around the pendant, recognizing the significance of the gesture. But pendant or not, how could he forget Lysand? No doubt the vampires would rob or confiscate anything loose on his person if he was overcome, so he clasped it around his neck. "Goodbye Lysand," he said quietly, otherwise his words would seem strangled.
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