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Post by Kima Wolf on Jun 17, 2011 12:05:27 GMT -5
“Kima you know I could fired for this right? Laylei was pretty adamant about changing the codes when you vanished. You know how paranoid she is.” Martin said as he stood outside the rear docks talking to a man who had on a deep black leather trench coat.
“Thanks Martin. I simply need to pick something up I left downstairs.” he said quietly as the security guard nodded to him and shook his hand.
“Alright, you have a 10 minute window, get what you need then get out before she realizes it.” Martin said.
“Heh, it's a busy club night, Laylei is either working the bar, or drunk behind the bar. So don't worry about her.” He said and nodded to the man then entered the new code into the basement entrance. It made a slight creak as the elevator came to the top back docks. He got on and pressed the button, going past the basement to the storage facility. It didn't take long for the doors to reopen and him to step out.
All the artifacts were still there for the most part, as well as a few extra ones which most likely she stored for the Illuminati anyway. He pulled a mask over his face then moved through the isles until he came to a crate which still had Demi's name on it.
“Ah, here it is.” he said and entered the code to the metal crate. It popped open to reveal bullets. 48 in all. These bullets were made of anima, and what he needed to use in his Desert Eagle to give it a extra kick of his natural abilities.
“These will do nicely. I should had taken then long ago.” He said and pocketed the small package into the inside of his coat. He then closed the crate back and walked towards the exit, he stopped, remembering one more thing.
“The rings I had made to keep Kaylei out of our heads...” He said and took one, leaving the other. He then got back onto the elevator letting it take him back upstairs. As he stood there, a small van waited at the docks and several men in military fatigue got out.
“We will taker back all of the things Demi held for us.” One of them said.
Kima nodded once and walked out the alleyway. He sent Laylei a text.
“You are being robbed.”
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Post by Laylei on Jun 17, 2011 19:03:04 GMT -5
Laylei blinked at her phone for a moment, as her game of 'Angry Birds' vanished cruelly. She huffed at the phone, as she ignored the text and just stared at the home scream in disbelief. "I was just about to get my new fucking high-score!" She screamed out to noone in particular.
She continued to curse under her breath as she pressed a few of the touch-screen buttons to bring up her messages. Lay held back a scoff as she read Kima's name but continued on to read the text.
"MOTHER FUCKER!" She roared as she pulled on the ear-piece that laid on the table. Pushing the 'broadcast' button, Lay seethed into the mic. "Every security member exempting floor and door personnel, suit up and go to the basement. We have a fucking situation, Darlings. Maybe if you lot were more fucking COMPETENT this type of shit wouldn't be happening. I PAY YOU FOR A FUCKING REASON, DARLINGS!"
Lay threw the ear-piece away from her in disgust, going to get off her Apartment's sofa, but plopping back down. She unlocked her phone, pushed a few buttons, and resumed her 'Angry Birds', she'd come downstairs when she got her high-score back.
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Post by Kima Wolf on Jun 17, 2011 19:32:54 GMT -5
Kima stood back and watched from a distance as the gunfight ensued. The rattle of automatic weapons bouncing off the Club's armored security forces. He knew the most likely outcome, hell he'd hired the security and installed the system himself.
“They'll lose, but they should get something.” He said and listened for the tell-tale sign of the automatic turrets descending from the ceiling to rain down hell and death on the woefully outgunned thieves. And there it was...
“Click click click” then hell. A multitude of bullets cut down most of the men who were trying to flee. The black van closed its doors and took off out the docks, leaving behind several of their men. Kima smirked and pushed himself off the wall, pocketing his new goods in his black 67 dodge Challenger's trunk.
“Heh I bet Laylei is hot right now.” he chuckled and closed the trunk, looking at the club from the other side of his vehicle as he called her now.
If she answered, the first thing he'd say is: “Heh you dump a man, then can't even have the decency to thank him for warning you your club was being robbed blind.”
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Post by Laylei on Jun 18, 2011 11:58:46 GMT -5
Laylei stared in disbelief as her once again high score vanished from before her very eyes in 'Angry Birds'. The screen displayed Kima's name and picture as the music blared for her ringtone 'And I just can't date a dude with a VAG. When we fell in love you made my heart drop. And you had me thinking bout you nonstop, but you cried bout this and whined about that. When you grow a pair, you can call me back..'
She giggled in amusement at the song that was set to play when Kima called her, but still kept her annoyance and clicked accept, as she rolled her eyes as Kima rambled on. "Uh-Huh, are you done ? Because I am damn well sure you had something to do with it, Darling. Now, I have Angry Birds to play, what do you want ?"
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Post by Kima Wolf on Jun 20, 2011 19:12:54 GMT -5
"Uh-Huh, are you done ? Because I am damn well sure you had something to do with it, Darling. Now, I have Angry Birds to play, what do you want ?"
Kima tisked on the other end of the phone as he looked back into the club. He had a bit of a smirk on his face, and it could had even been audible considering how well Laylei knew him. He licked his lips, then leaned back in his driver's seat.
“Well I wanted to see you, go out on a date perhaps and see about working out things. And, I want to let you know I can help you. I will take back my old position, as long as I am autonomous and can run security my way, without your interference. Since obviously you're inept at doing it, or whoever you have doing it is. All you need to do is approve the checks. But that's business. How about pleasure first? I think we should go out once more.” he said plainly, waiting on her reply.
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Post by Laylei on Jun 21, 2011 23:20:51 GMT -5
Lay flopped on her couch as she sighed dramatically. She kicked up her heels to rest on the arm-rest of the couch, as she placed the phone in the small of her breasts. She pushed the touch-screen button onto speaker as she let out another huff.
"You're not going to leave me alone, now aren't you, Darling ? Isn't this considered harassment of some sorts ? Stalking, perhaps ? It's really quite rude considering I keep rejecting you and you're like an ant infestation continuing to take over." Lay let her head fall back onto the couch as she looked up to the ceiling calmly. She pursed her lips as she had a mental battle.
Kima was special, but it pissed her off that he continued to try and go after her, which such increasingly ludicrous tactics...But than again in some twisted way it was rather endearing. She chewed on the button of her lip before mumbling out.
"One. Date."
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Post by Giorgia on Jun 23, 2011 5:22:06 GMT -5
BANG!
The air was pushed forcibly outside when a foreign body… a human, slender female body actually, appeared out of nowhere exactly over the hood of Kima’s car.
CRASH!
Giorgia hits the metal of the hood with an unceremonious splat, trying to recover her breath.
Deaths. Unnatural deaths. Many souls leaving right now, their mortal bodies killed by gunfire. Betrayal. Treachery. Tradimento.
She adjusted the glasses over her nose, lifted her eyes, looking through the car windshield. And she met the gaze of the driver.
This is the murderer said the voice inside her, this man is a thief, a traitor covered in blood. Powerful, dangerous, resourceful.
And Giorgia panicked. Oh, merda, merda, merda! she thought, her own internal voice covering the other one. I am in very deep trouble.
She jumped awkwardly to her left, rolling down from the hood searching for cover, and reaching for her gun inside the pocket of her jeans.
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Post by Kima Wolf on Jun 23, 2011 10:35:09 GMT -5
"One. Date."
He grinned as he reclined in the seat of his car, looking up at the roof as she said the two words he wanted to hear. “One date, alright. I'll pick you up at 10:00pm tomorrow evening, see you-” he was cut off as the air changed suddenly around him. He glanced around a bit. “I'll get back with you, something weird is happening outside your - “CRASH” Sounded as a body landed smack dab on his roof, the woman seemed to have come from out of thin air. He tilted his head, looking at the woman who just smashed in the hood of his Challenger and frowned slightly.
“Someone just... smashed the hood of my car out of thin air. I'll call you back dear.” He said and put the phone down, he didn't bother to hang up as he met eyes with the woman. His were cold, callous eyes of a killer indeed. He showed no emotion other than idle curiosity as he stroked the black hairs of his goatee on his brown face. When she rolled off the car he opened his door, while stepping out he reached into his jacket, hand resting on the grip of his Desert Eagle as his eyes never left the woman.
“You have 10 seconds to explain what the hell just happened. And if you pull that gun out I’ll put a bullet through your head without a second thought.” He said, seeing the woman reaching for her own weapon. She didn't look much like a soldier, but still it was puzzling, no one was supposed to know he was here, especially with what just happened, the deaths of dozens of Dragon operatives and a few Illuminati operatives. So now he waited, large figure staring ominously down at the woman who just smashed his car.
If she happened to sense anything about him, it would be he had some control over the element lightning, and had the scent of a Naga, as if he'd been around one for years of his life rather he knew it or not.
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Post by Deilan on Jun 23, 2011 10:43:48 GMT -5
Deilan stood outside, leaning against the wall. He really didn't feel like going into the club, not tonight. So instead he stood in an alleyway, music blaring in his ear buds. He was bobbing his head to the beat of the song when he heard a screeching sound head towards him. Immediately his eyes opened and he glanced down the alleyway just in time to press his back flat against the wall as the Van sped off. He gasped, catching his breath and peered down the alleyway when he heard another sound, a loud CRASH.
“What the hell is goin on in this freaky place...?” he thought and slowly crept to the edge of the alleyway, back still against the wall. He peeked around the corner and narrowed his eyes as the words of a deep voice, with a Korean accent caught his ears.
“You have 10 seconds to explain what the hell just happened. And if you pull that gun out I’ll put a bullet through your head without a second thought.”
A large, menacing man was towering over some woman who was on the ground. The poor woman looked defenseless. He bit his lower lip, and then cursed himself. “Damnit.” He thought and would pull his hoodie down over his head and put his hands in his pockets. He gritted his teeth as the blood ran down his hands, forming the crystalline claws as he walked as if he was just some random guy towards the two of them.
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Post by Giorgia on Jun 23, 2011 17:40:03 GMT -5
It was like there were two Giorgias.
The first one was the frightened girl kept at gunpoint by Kima. Slowly, very slowly, she moved her right hand away from the pocket where there was her gun. Even more slowly, she started to stand up from the floor where she had landed after the close encounter of the third kind with the hood. There was a cut in her jeans, just under her left knee, and her t-shirt was dirty and stained. This Giorgia seemed absolutely defenseless and battered.
But her eyes were a completely different story.
They were huge, completely black, without the faintest trace of white, like eyes of a strange alien creature. And they were looking at Kima with penetrating intensity.
Powerful warrior said a calm voice, inside Giorgia’s head. Great strength, very fast. You cannot draw your gun faster than him. So what can I do? asked the first Giorgia, frantically. Does he have any weakness? He is a warrior answered the second Giorgia. He is bound by his own rules. Let him keep talking. “Murderer” said the girl, with a loud voice. Slowly her eyes started to focus on the big man, returning to their usual human appearance. “I feel the death of a dozen people at least. I see their blood on your hands. Their pain, their suffering, called me here. You have betrayed them. Yet you seem to value honour and respect. I do not understand why did you kill them.”
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Post by Kima Wolf on Jun 23, 2011 21:36:10 GMT -5
“Murderer.”
“I feel the death of a dozen people at least. I see their blood on your hands. Their pain, their suffering, called me here. You have betrayed them. Yet you seem to value honour and respect. I do not understand why did you kill them.”
Kima tilted his head at the girl, his hard, grizzled face showing no sign he even bothered to listen to her question. He didn't make any kind of move to show he also knew someone was approaching them. Perhaps an ally of this girls? He kept his weapon trained on her even as her eyes shifted back to their normal color.
“Well, you just answered several of my questions with that small display. So I’ll answer yours. I killed no one. Those people you sensed dying, had no chance either way. They'd been killed sooner or later. I also betrayed no one, but I do not have to explain myself to the likes of you. The fact is, I saved the ones who managed to live from a horrid fate. And as for my honor, do not question nor attempt to understand my honor girl. I follow my own code, and its the only reason you're not dead right now.” Kima said.
“And now for my second question. How do you know about all of this and who are you? Why are you following me?” He said, waiting on her answer.
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Post by Giorgia on Jun 27, 2011 3:51:31 GMT -5
Giorgia kept her eyes on Kima and his Desert Eagle. In a corner of her mind, a little voice kept rattling off petulant and unsolicited information.
Gun manifactured in Israel, model Mark XIX, .44 magnum cartridges, eight rounds in the magazine. At this distance, the bullet could hit you in twelve thousandth of a second after leaving the barrel. Cellphone left on the passenger seat. Still active. Connected to the EA1267 cell of the Manhattan sub-network. Battery charge is 650 milliAmperes per hour. A sword on his hip. Japanese manifacture, at least three centuries old, power runes on its blade.
"Oh, shut up" whispered the girl, pushing mentally away the little nerd in her head.
"Actually I was not following you" she answered, aloud, looking at Kima. "Usually I am sent where I am needed, so I suppose to have business to do here."
She shifted her weight on her feet, trying to relaxing her muscles. She was scared as hell, but strangely there was no fear in her voice.
"Which kind of business, I honestly don't know, yet." Giorgia shrugged her shoulders. "Maybe my business is being killed by your gun. Maybe is to listen to your story."
She pointed a finger to Kima's car. "Or maybe my business is to let someone else hearing this conversation... at this rate of battery discharge, your cellphone could stay connected for seven hours and twelve minutes".
Giorgia seemed to listen to someone in her head, and grumbled. "Yes, yes, approximately, of course."
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Post by Deilan on Jun 27, 2011 22:45:56 GMT -5
He continued to watch as the two seemed to talk. The claws grew a bit more long as he grunted, his blood covering both his hands now. The crystalline claws now full on. He continued to watch, his eyes low beneath his hoodie as he moved ever closer. He tried to listen to them, but couldn't make out the words but he recognized the woman. Everyone in the Templars knew her, if you needed information anyway. And that changed things...
“Great, I can't just not do anything. Every freaking night something happens. But maybe this way she'd owe me something.” he said. As he was mulling over he saw the man reach into his jacket and blinked, then took off as fast as possible.
“Damn he's making his move!” he thought.
“Back away from the lady!” he shouted as he ran at full speed now. His form was powerful and it sprang towards the man with both his claws moving to swipe at Kima's back, to hurt him but not kill him in one fell swoop.
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Post by Kima Wolf on Jun 27, 2011 22:47:42 GMT -5
“Yes. Definitely not a fighter. She seems quite scared. Or she is an excellent actor... Still, how did she appear from thin air? It's quite... disconcerting.” He thought as he was kind of listening to her explanation of things and what she was doing there.
He put his weapon back into the quick release shoulder holster inside his jacket and crossed his arms over his chest, his expression remaining the same. “So, basically, you have no idea how, or why you're here. As far as you know you could have been transported to your death.” he said quietly.
“As for my story, there's nothing to tell lady. Again you're getting involved in things you have no need to be involved in. I'd advise you for your sake to turn around and walk away now. Forget whatever reason brought you here. And don't worry about the person on the phone, she wouldn't help you no matter what story you relayed.” He said.
“Back away from the lady!”
The footsteps were silent, but his ears twitched and just as the strange man yelled for him to back away, Kima reached to his side, and like any well trained sword user, the release was swift, extremely swift and impressive as he drew his blade with one hand, mere inches from Giorgia's face, the tip of the pristine blade just missing her face like any master would be able to do. The sound of the claws clanged with the blade as he narrowed his eyes, back now to Giorgia as he stood their looking at the strange boy.
“So, this is quite a brilliant assassin set up. You distract while the killer comes in for the kill. But you made one major mistake...” he said, his eyes beginning to flash briefly behind his sunglasses as the static electricity in the air began to build up. “As a close person to me likes to say... You have no idea who you're fucking with...”
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Post by Giorgia on Jun 28, 2011 3:40:47 GMT -5
Giorgia swiftly put herself between the two men.
"Whoa!" she said, in a loud voice. "Easy, gentlemen!"
She raised her arms, like a living shield. Her sweaty t-shirt pulled up a bit, revealing her navel and a strip of white skin over the hem of her jeans.
The fingers of her right hand were immersed in the electric field which was surging from Kima's body. Her own affinity with lightning was creating small blue sparkles around the tip of his blade, dancing along her arm like little, stinging bees.
Very fast and agile said her little personal Wikipedia, examining the newcomer. Templar like you. No guns on him. Organic blades created by blood platelets through fast release of modified Von Willebrand glycoprotein.
"Too many deaths this night" Giorgia said, transforming her fear into sheer will. "You will not fight for me".
She fixed her gaze on Kima. "This is NOT a trap" she said. "And I am NOT an assassin. Believe me or kill me, I don't care."
Then she turned to Deilan. "And you, brother-in-arms... Sheathe your weapons. The air is too thick already. The smell of death and pain still too strong."
Suddenly she felt her knees transforming into butter. Sour and low-quality butter, actually.
Not now, stupid girl! Stand up and don't put up a sorry figure!!
"Gee, what a night. I need a beer." she sighed, suddenly seeming much younger and helpless. She dropped her arms, some residual blue sparks still running along them. "Or maybe two".
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