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Post by Narrator on Apr 4, 2005 16:02:52 GMT -6
Continued from :http://rpgqod.proboards38.com/index.cgi?board=throne&action=display&thread=1111552254&start=15
After you have passed through the gate you find your selves in a small stinking alley way- crowded behind an over flowing dumpster. It is night time here but the bright orange light of the street lamp doesn't reach you in the alley. Outside on the street you see small groups of people walking and talking. However there is no sign of your Queen or her scent.
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Post by Thane on Apr 5, 2005 11:46:33 GMT -6
Thane merges from the swirling black void into the dark night. His nose points to the stars as he quietly sniffs at the night air. Thane looks quite perturbed as he curses at the foul stench of the festering dumpsters and milling humans that mar any sent from his queen's trail. Thane begins his painful transformation. Grotesque pops and crunches fill the air as Thanes fur recedes, his size diminishes and his features shrink to mold him to his human form. Transformation complete, Thane seeks out his barrel only to find it staked under others, "AHHHHHHH." he growls "Those devils are gonna pay for that." He gripes as he shoves the barrels out of his way. He pops the lid and quickly removes his scimitar and cloak and swiftly into the barrel they go. Thane stands in his black combat pants and tank top with malice glinting in the low light against his dark skin, the magical chain wrapped tightly about him. Out from the rusted barrel come his motorcycle boots that he straps on in a blink, followed next by his black trench coat he throws on quickly over the chain. Two twin curved black bladed short swords are next and quickly disappear into scabbards inside the trench coat. Thane quickly returns the lid to the drum and awaits the others who merge from the void as Thane is tying back his long gray hair. "What kept you?" he says with a smirk as his red eyes flare like fire in the dimly lit alley.
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Post by Yashea on Apr 5, 2005 13:58:37 GMT -6
Yashea trails behind the others, her nose wrinkling at the dumpsters and garbage littering the alleyway. "Disgusting. See how worthless they are? They pollute their own cities with vileness and wallow in the filth," she spits, more to herself than the others. She kicks aside a broken beer bottle and picks up one of the larger shards of glass distractedly. She's finding it hard to concentrate -- she can feel them. All of them, like maggots crawling over her skin. The feeling is akin to a muted crowd muttering in the background of her mind. The bloodlust pounds in her temples, and she walks slowly foward, dragging the glass shard along the brick wall lining the alleyway, the grinding noise calming her somewhat.
"It wouldn't be so bad if they were just quiet. For five minutes," she mutters through gritted teeth. Her fist clenches around the shard and thin rivulets of blood start trailing down her hand. "It's always the talking, or thinking, or something else, just noise," she breathes, her head down. Her eyes are staring foward at the people-shapes that can be seen crossing the mouth of the alley. "Drowning out everything else. So they don't have to listen to anything but themselves." The shard begins to crack and the flowing blood thickens slightly. "Why can't they just shut the hell up?" she explodes, and her hand slams down on her thigh, the glass shard piercing through the silk into her flesh.
She stands, shaking slightly, then raises her head and exhales a long slow breath. Realizing her outburst, she flushes deeply. She was not loud enough to alert the humans to their prescence, but it was still embarassing. "My apologies," she mumbles, pulling out the shard almost as an afterthough. She grows quiet, licking at the blood slowly congealing on her hand and arm.
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Post by Lysandor on Apr 5, 2005 15:59:48 GMT -6
Lysandor releases the air from his lungs, not knowing until then that he had even been holding his breath. The next breath takes him by surprise, and he noticably chokes from the odious fumes from the garbage. As he recovers, the silver-eyed Fallen looks around.
So much had changed in the last five centuries . . . So much to take in, all at once. He winces at the knowledge that while he had been 'away' the world had changed completely. A sudden panic races through as he feels his sanity slip towards blissful mania. Lysandor grips the flawed black diamond, firmly telling himself that this is no time for him to go off to la-la-land.
He looks up at Thane as he transforms, wincing ever so slightly at each snap and pop. Politely adverting his eyes when the fur disappears, he turns his attention to Yashea. Anxious for anything to settle him back to sane reality, he hangs on her every word.
"There is no need to apologise, my lady," he tells her softly. "But I must disagree with your assumption about mortals . . ." He glances at Thane, ready for a traipse in the mortal realm, and the others as they appear. "Perhaps this discussion is best saved for antoher time, Lady Yashea. We have more important matters to attend to."
With that, Lysandor reaches under his jacket and retrieves his unique weapons. With practiced ease, he slips on the bracers, fitting the claws in place. The Fallen is now ready for whatever should come, Angel or otherwise.
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Lye
Bourgeois
Darkangel: The Queen's BodyGuard
Posts: 166
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Post by Lye on Apr 6, 2005 4:23:36 GMT -6
Lye steps out of the portal, having just before donned an amulet of concealment for the wing and some sunglasses. She had found that sunglasses at night drew less attention than the hoooded cloak. One may notice the silver snakeskin 'belt' resting in the belt loops of her pants; the snake head clasped around the end of its tail.
"Alright. Now I just want to make this absolutely clear before we go any further. The one comment I get most on personality is how *nice* I am, but regardless, I don't accept anything less than your best when it comes to protecting your Queen Ereshkigal. I don't know - and think it unlikely - whether she is in trouble, but I beseech that you be on good behavior. We've had a lot of trouble in the mortal realm." She walks forward to Yashea and mutters only to her, "I got a brief notice about your problems with music, and we could very well encounter a fair bit of it. Luckily it's probably nothing major but I got you something. The humans made them but they could serve you well." She holds out a pair of headphones that say 'Bose' on the side, and continues, "Put them on and flip this switch, and it will tune out noise. Only problem is you wouldn't be able to hear any of us as well as human noise, so I suggest being able to see us for visual clues."
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Post by Thane on Apr 6, 2005 10:00:17 GMT -6
Thane licks his teeth as Lye 'preps' the troops. The mention of sunglasses reminds him to put on his, glowing eyes aren't common place in the mortal world. He reaches into his interior coat pocket and brandishes two pairs of mirrored shades. He rests one pair on his face and offers the other pair to Lysandor whose silver eyes might be noticed. "Lord Lysandor..." The now passable for human Thane barks, his face is remarkably different but his voice is still distinctively of the burley hound, "You may benefit from wearing these as they afford one anonymity in this realm of non believers."
Thane moves to the point and looks over his shoulder at the General who has been remarkably silent since their entry into the mortal realm. "The trail is still cold as of yet M'Lord..." Thane steps out of the alley into the sidewalks of passerby's unsuspecting of the demons in their midst, Thane grins at the deception. "Though it shouldn't be long," he says with conviction as he draws a deep breath to sample the air. His turns to look down the street lowering his head to peer over his glasses. Thane begins to nod slightly and looks back to the general and the others. "The Cemetery is brimming with the scent of a thousand fools with food offerings to the senseless dead," Thane growls with a scowl, "The festival is there." He looks around again his nose to the air as reflections of the fireworks in the night sky dance in his lenses. "Ahhh... but the real party is at the club ... the scent of evil resides there..."
Thane returns to the group just inside the alley, "Any thoughts of where to begin our search?" Thane asks inquisitivly "...Lady Lye?" Thane stands arms folded waiting for a responce. "Lord Master Zarek?"
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Post by Lysandor on Apr 6, 2005 14:18:07 GMT -6
Lysandor starts at the 'Lord' added to his name, but accepts the sunglasses. He gives Thane a brief, grateful look, and puts them on. "My thanks . . . But, in the future, please address me as Lysandor, only."
He nods his understanding to Lye, and turns to the General with no true expression, but an attentive look to his face.
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Post by General Zarek on Apr 6, 2005 22:45:06 GMT -6
Zarek, dressed in large black boots, black pants, a uncharacteristic white shirt, and his long black trenchcoat, covered in newly stitched up holes from the last trip, and the back of which is covered in an uncountable amount of straps, no real order left to them from too many being torn out, is busy tucking in and then pulling out his shirt, unsure of which looks better. "You can't smell her because she didn't take this way in. She has other ways into the mortal realm, those other reasons only existing to make the life of her guards that much harder I think. We don't need to go in with guns blazing, as long as we don't start anything, and we won't. So you can take the glove off Lysandor; wear it only when we need it. I know the queen likes loud music and crowed area's, not wide open area's, but I'm not the one who can track her well. When we get closer to the two, hopefully Thane or someone else will be able to pick something up."
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Post by Thane on Apr 7, 2005 12:21:22 GMT -6
Thane nods "Very well"to his general.
"Shall we proceed?" Thane boldly speaks then turns and begins walking from the alley back into the busy sidewalk. Thane gently nudges Yashea's shoulder and motions his head in a 'we're moving out' gesture to be sure she follows, just in case Yashea might not have heard the plan for the earphones. Thane clasps some of the toggles of his jacket to hide malice and his tail from being easily noticed, and begins to follow his nose... out into the town.
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Post by Lysandor on Apr 7, 2005 14:34:06 GMT -6
"Yes, sir," Lysandor says with a nod to the General, and begins to remove the gauntlet/bracers he had just finished putting on. Seeing the General almost compulsively messing with his shirt, made Lysandor a tad self-conscious of his own get-up, no different from when he was in Hell, save his jacket was buttoned up to just below his collar bone.
As Thane moves ahead, Lysandor hesitates, then decides to take the rear guard. That way, he could keep an eye on his companions while also making sure they ran into no trouble while in the mortal realm.
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Post by Thane on Apr 10, 2005 11:50:55 GMT -6
Thane has to resist the urge to sniff at everything passing by. He pauses for a moment before he moves out and darts to the alley once more. "I'll be right back." He grumbles as he runs by everyone into the still darkness.
Some noise of the barrel can be heard again followed by more grotesque pops and crunching. Soon a gigantic dark gray dog appears from the shadows wearing a black chain wrapped about its burley body with a spiked collar, and trots up to the street again. It stops and looks back at everyone, "So are you coming?" Thane says. "I can track much easier this way." He barks and then turns to the street and begins to sniff everyone and everything like a curious dog seeking a treat. "Call after me as if I have gotten loose." He glares at the others, "But no fulffy's or cutsie garbage." He says as he bolts away, "Try to keep up." As he returns to following invisible trails that linger in the dark night air.
Thane dodges and twists through the urban landscape sniffing here and there at every strange scent, his ears twist and turn sampling every sound and noise for clues to the illusive queen's location. Soon he dashes straight toward the cemetery and stops short of the gate to look back to see if every one is still following him. He begins to bark as his gruff voice fills the night air overpowering the ambient noise of the festival for the others so they know where to find him.
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Post by General Zarek on Apr 15, 2005 0:38:27 GMT -6
"Yashea, Lysandor, go ask around if there's any new clubs around the area. If she's not at the festival, than she'll go look for a new place to play. Me and Lye can go get our Fuzz Butt of a dog."
(OOC: That's the Nickname for our GM's Lab)
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Lye
Bourgeois
Darkangel: The Queen's BodyGuard
Posts: 166
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Post by Lye on Apr 15, 2005 1:10:18 GMT -6
"Alright, General." Had Thane not mentioned 'Fluffy' or 'cutsie,' Lye probably wouldn't have tried to think of the most degrading name imagineable, but now he had unwittingly tempted her... "Skip! Oh, where are you boy?" she called with a bit of mocking in her voice.
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Post by Thane on Apr 15, 2005 11:36:56 GMT -6
Thane is heavily sniffing around now by the gate. That scent... *snuff sniff* is of the Queen... *snuff sniff* but it is light. *snuff sniff* A mere whisper of her essence... *snuff sniff* Some of these people have been near her... *snuff sniff* close enough to touch. He thinks to himself. Thane is now barking like a wild dog and prancing around frantically because of his excitement. 'I must report this to the General.' Is the cadence marching through his mind, ' This can't wait, what is keeping them? I'll back track.' His thoughts barely pass as he makes a mad dash back to the General's location.
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Post by Lysandor on Apr 16, 2005 14:06:46 GMT -6
The wingless Fallen nods, and starts towards a group of mortals. He observes them, listening with half an ear to the conversation between his comrades. The humans look young, and the females are wearing very revealing clothing. It's a slap in the face for Lysandor to see just how much the world has changed since he left.
He starts towards the humans, letting his presence be known to them. Lysandor opens his empathy, noting with a slight frown just how weak it has gotten. He brushes it off, and speaks to the humans in a clear, if somewhat low, voice.
"Excuse me, but do any of you know if there are any new clubs in the area?" he asks politely, his silver eyes hidden behind the mirror sunglasses given to him by Thane. "Especially one where a young woman a bit younger than yourselves can have a good time?"
Idly, Lysandor wonders what a club would be like. He also wonders if the multiple piercings sported by the humans were painful, and if they were some mannor of status sign. Human cultures were often very wierd. One never knew what one might encounter . . .
(OOC: The above was not meant to offend anyone with facial/body piercings, only to be humorous. >.>)
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Post by General Zarek on Apr 23, 2005 2:08:23 GMT -6
Zarek goes after Lye in his normal, trudging.... trudge. "Skip. Oh, skip. Skip boy, where are you. I guess he could be called worse." He says in his normal, non-excited way. "Where the hell is Lye?" He says, now lost in the crowd, unsure of which way to go.
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Post by Admin on Apr 23, 2005 12:37:01 GMT -6
Lysandor suddenly feels someone touch his shoulder as he waits for an answer from the group of people in front of him. He can see by their eyes that it is someone both unusual and attractive. The girl leans up to his shoulder and whispers in his ear.
"There's a new club down on South stree but you won't find what your looking for there, Fallen Elite." The whisperer steps back, with a swish of cloth.
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Post by Lysandor on Apr 23, 2005 19:22:16 GMT -6
Said Fallen Elite whirls around, his left hand reaching under his jacket for the weapons hidden beneath. If it weren't for his sunglasses, the expression of pure shock would have been apparent.
He stops just short of drawing his weapons in front of the strangely dressed crowd, his jaw now dropped in surprise. He doesn't speak out, just in case one of the humans isn't what he/she appears to be, but his deference to the other is obvious. In fact, he just barely resists falling to one knee before her. It takes him a few seconds to get control of himself.
"M-majesty," he stutters in a reverent whisper, bowing his head. It was all he could do with the ignorant watching.
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Post by Admin on Apr 24, 2005 0:15:28 GMT -6
The delicate looking mortal he's facing grins fetchingly. Her dress is made of what looks like black vinyl and lace barely reacting her knees, long hair tangling down her pale back and shoulders almost indistinguishable from her dress.
"There is only one reason for an Elite to be running around in the middle of downtown. I gather than my absence has been noted." She sighs then looks around, her dress drooping as if sad and her face looking less than pleased.
"Surely you didn't come alone-" she pauses and looks at Lysandor.
"Your name is?"
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Post by Thane on Apr 24, 2005 1:06:40 GMT -6
Thane is trotting back to where the General and Lye started to follow him. He hears them both calling out for 'Skip'. Well, at least it isn't pookie or schnookems. Thane wanders through the street seeking out the General as the crowd closes in around him. Thane then leaps onto a dumpster and begins to make an awful racket of barking and yipping as he sees Zarek headed his way. As the people begin to veer away from Thane he begins to growl and snap at the crowd to expedite their path away from the mad doggie. Thane then jumps down chuckling to himself for scaring the yokels and heads directly for the general. Thane leaps up with his front paws to Zareks chest like a lost dog does when it finds his master. Thane then whispers so no one else can hear "I've got it." Thane says softly to sound like a dog does when it plays with its favorite toy. "She must be close by because these..." Thane looks about curling his lips exposing his large and sharp canines, "...unworthy cattle have some of her scent." Thane then looks about and then back at Zarek with a furrowed brow "Where are the others?" he asks. Thane then puts his paws back on the ground and reaches back to bite a piece of the chain and hold it with a tilted head and wagging his hairy tail like a dog holding its leash wanting to go for a walk. Thane is hoping Zarek would catch the hint and take the chain to be less conspicuous in the crowded streets.
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