Legion
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Post by Legion on Oct 2, 2012 23:06:31 GMT -6
As Legion looked ownwards towards the source of his rage he felt that fiercely protective vibe come over her. Now that was certainly interesting, though he knew that before. But interesting didn't make him any less angry, of course all his anger directed at Cael, and never towards her. Frustrated anger only rising as she stepped closer to him, annoyed even that she had to give him that look. He knew of the oath she had made to the boy. He knew she would suffer if she broke that, and that being said, how could he possibly hurt her willfully like that? But at the same time...
Legion let out a little growl, taking his steps forward towards her anyway. Frustrated, angry and annoyed, unable to do anything about it. So he needed her to cool him off, at least enough so that he could walk away and not tear anyone's throat out, ruin this thing for her, for them. But in his remaining steps forward there was a sense of defiance, something to the effect of he wasn't doing this for him, but for her oath, nothing more. Anything to show that even if it was something as trite and as meaningless as this.
So as he finally took enough of her light to walk away it was merely frustration that guided his turn... into a moth that hit him square in the face, earning a growl as he walked off to eventually see Kazumi, those feelings of indecision rising again in his gut. Wanting to know who Patrick O'Connor was, and why that even mattered anymore, but hesitant. Would the answers be what he was looking for? Would that be as disconcerning as he had imagined? Would she even give him those answers after what had happened when they last met.
However before Legion could make up his mind she walked of right as he was decided "Fuck it". So his reaction was simple, follow her and catch up with her to talk to her about it. Might as well get the no before he worried about what the answers were, right? Logic seemed firm. So he followed after her, trying to catch up to her noticing that as she made it into the party zone someone walked by her with his hand to his ear.
Now Legion was practically caught up with Kazumi but still didn't hear the man. Though he had to admit he looked suspicious, eyes peering over at him. Even though he could be a party goer, he looked a little too suspicious. Out of place, like his part in this wasn't an act of his costume, because no one was watching. That and his gear looked anything but fake. It was just a hunch, one that put him highly on edge, eyes kept on the man, but still scanning around for other threats now. Stepping forward and speaking quietly into Kazumi's ear, with that slightly demonic voice eye pointing towards the man pointing him out nonchalantly, "That man doesn't seem to fit in with this party. Just a hunch."
This wasn't really done out of love so much as it was protection. Though there was a little bit of a feeling stirring inside him, just not something he could quite pinpoint. Just as clouded as his memory of Patrick O'Connor. But the main focus of doing this was to protect her, to protect his answers, though Legion had to admit an unplaced feeling of familiarity in protecting her. But her reaction on whether or not to listen to him? That was her choice, but in both of his lives, past and present, his hunches were hardly ever wrong...
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Ryu Hikari
Student Body President
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That's that.
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Post by Ryu Hikari on Oct 2, 2012 23:37:29 GMT -6
The rustling in the trees was getting a little too eerie for Ryu's tastes, sending a chill down his spine and causing him to tighten his grip even more on his baseball bat. He had bad feeling about this... a very bad feeling, but didn't know what to make of it. His brows furrowed in uncertainty, a foul odor would begin to waft around from beneath the sounds coming from the trees, causing Ryu to immediately clamp his free hand over his mouth and nose, what the hell was that smell coming from!?
He prayed he'd never find out...
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Post by Kazumi O'Connor on Oct 2, 2012 23:40:52 GMT -6
A hiss would erupt from her as she felt a hand on her backside, spinning around and grabbing the boy about the throat, slamming him into a nearby tree. Slowly, she would lean in, her nose dragging along his jawline as she growled lowly within his ear. "Touch me again, and see what happens." Pulling back, he would be met with black eyes as her tongue glided slowly across her fangs. "Haven't you heard? I bite..." All of this done and said well within earshot of Legion, though she had failed to notice him just yet. Not that she was being oblivious, but because Kazumi was always a bit naive in some of the worst ways, and had a tendency to just assume certain things.
Like...she assumed he wouldn't dare show his face at this party. But as she walked away, dropping the boy she had held to the ground and leaving him gasping and coughing to try and catch his breath, she would hear a voice that was all too familiar coming from behind her....speaking into her ear with that tone that sent a chill down her spine.
For a split second, she closed her eyes, shivered and inhaled sharply. She knew it was him, and Gods how she had missed his touch, missed his breath upon her missed the sound of his voice. But about as fast as those thoughts came to mind, came the thoughts of what he was now...or more to the point who he was now and who he looooved. Eyes that had faded back to blue just moments before flared black as she spun around and slammed her fist square into his jaw. No warning. No growl of annoyance. No hiss of disapproval. Nothing.
"Fuck you and your hunches!" Her voice ringing out as she stepped forward. If she hit him, which Gods she hoped she did, she would move to where he ended up. If she missed, she would end up face to face with him. "You want to know who I think doesn't fit in with this party?! YOU!" Her had shooting out and shoving hard against his chest as she narrowed her eyes.
"Your ass belongs at home! And I can tell you this right now mister! When you are done playing scary demon killer dude, and you finally decide to drag your sorry ass back home, we are going to have a VERY long talk. Because you are in SO much trouble right now!" Her finger shooting out and pointing at him as she ranted, not allowing him a moments breath. If he stepped back, she followed. If he moved to the side, so would she.
"Now, stop with your annoying paranoia bullshit and get me a fucking drink!" Growling as she arched her brow and dared him to say something back. She wasn't scared of him...not one tiny little bit...and she wasn't going to back down regardless how much he roared and bitched and moaned. In her mind....he was Patrick, and he had absolutely no right to be off on his little fantasy trip with another woman. None what so ever.
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Post by Sapphira Wolfe on Oct 3, 2012 0:00:15 GMT -6
"Ha! Good luck with that."
Pouting a bit she'd juke her palms into balled fists at her hips and jut out hr jaw giving the boy a full tongue extended to him tauntingly so. Yup he wasn't going to haunt her, get killed maybe that was a viable concern not hers though. Hehe.
Despite that very swift speed juke the boy made she didn't really see anything. Confused at how somebody could simply move so fast she cocked her head and brow wondering the relation that seemed so familiar.
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Post by william on Oct 3, 2012 0:05:30 GMT -6
Kazuya quietly gliding across the dance area befitting of the super ninja he was dressed as, he would come close to a young girl and boy, the girl elbowing the boy over towards the forest, and would stop instantly upon hearing the sound of footsteps, his hand automatically going to his katana slung on his back. Though there was a degree of uncertainty on his face, he could not tell if it was really footsteps, or the beat of the music. He prayed it was merely the music, but he would take no chances, and slide his katana cleanly from its sheath, and would hold his katana in a semi-ready position. If he encountered whatever was making those loud footsteps... he wanted to be ready for it.
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Post by Cael Seran on Oct 3, 2012 1:05:07 GMT -6
There was no laughter only the resounding smirk and slight roll to his throat opposing a chuckle. Eyes situated back on her slowly taking no mind to the touching aside from a slight deterance to it. His body reacting as though rigid stone had overtaken him pressing away from her like years of exposure to water.
"To each his own I imagine."
Pursed lips his gaze teetering off observantly towards the other children taking mind that Ira was no longer amongst them having been sent away, a mutual decision by Alexis and Him. Calmly smirking to himself that this place was simply too small for her, Cael however had some issues to work out, best left alone for now. A commiserating nod to himself pressing aside the thought as well as Kevala once more turning to leave making his way smoothly out of her grasp like talons had no effect on his visage.
"I'm too old for this crowd and honestly too whipped by the Mrs. to be playing around in a graveyard."
A small smile lighting his face for what may be the first time in years, admittance of weakness. It wasn't a common Seran trait to be seen in public but Gabriel feared no one here. Turning about he'd singnal a hand to the air waving her off before entering the car silently.
"You will tell them right?"
"In due time Phillipe, in due time."
The faint lights of a laptop opening up in his lap would be the last thing seen as the door shut, iconography of the area. What game did he have in mind?
*Doing*
Cael would look down snatching up the thing not taking to his steps further towards Azura but rather clasping in his grip the clip and the money pocketing the two before mentioning, "Score." Loud enough to be heard for a good few meters before teetering onwards towards her.The noise didn't particularily draw any interest as this was a party there was bound to be noise if it was at all entertaining. Although her drivel really made him regret rolling his eyes. Feelings were things for the weak and her devotion to him over something so little honestly irritated him.
"Or better yet not at all."
A cold manner as Cael crossed his arms over his chest. Love was a feeling that got people hurt and killed, compassion was the same thing a deliberating weakness that ate at the heart and soul. If two things could at all co-exist.
"If you looked any better, I might just have to fuck you right here and now."
His eyes rolled again managing to direct themselves towards Aryanna. On any other day he would probably enjoy this but having been binge drinking and getting very little sleep Cael was not very amused. Biting his lip to refrain from ruining the one good fuck buddy he could wrangle up Cael offered little more than an annoyed smirk trying to send the message across to get lost.
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Post by Kevala Katashi on Oct 3, 2012 1:49:03 GMT -6
"Just wouldn't be my birthday without you making me feel insignificant. Thank you so very much Gabriel." A small, but firm nod given toward him as he made his exit, not bothering to watch him leave, as she felt he had caused quite enough damage this night. But then, that was what he always did wasn't it. Came around just to wreck her existence and leave her desperate and longing for more that would never come?
A sigh passing her lips as she slid her way through the crowd, well aware of the sounds that were playing out around them, but paying them no mind. A slight brush of her should against a figure, fully garbed in tactical gear as he moved past her, his head down. Though again, she seemed to pay no mind what so ever.
Sapphira on the other hand, with herself saved from having to check on the creepy sounds, would be able to move away as Eli moved toward the edge of the woods, yet as she moved, she would feel something beneath her feet moving. However, when she looks down, there is nothing there but the ground. Odd....
Eli, on the other hand, is captivated by what he sees in the woods. He wants to be sure of what it is, but he cant quite make it out. A loud clattering of limbs to his right though snags his attention and pulls his eyes away for but a few moments. Yet when he turns back around, whatever had been in the treeline, drawing closer, is gone. Now, he is left with nothing but a empty darkness in front of him, and a few light sounds to either side. Seems whatever it was, was either a trick of the mind, or had moved on.
Rick, though still in his little zone, is spared, and can continue on his quest to keep the munchies at bay.
Kazuya, however ready he may think he is, soon looses the sounds which had previously been headed toward them. In fact, now all he ca hear is the sound of the music playing and people conversing...most of all he can hear the fight going on between Kazumi and Legion as he is standing right next to it.
Cain, having lost his balance, grabs hold of Emma to try and stop from falling. Yet the girl is unsteady on her feet and even her best efforts are in vain as she is pulled down atop of him, landing in a somewhat awkward position, with her hips atop of his and her head on his chest. However, whatever embarrassment is to come from this is soon forgotten as the ground erupts from beneath that very tombstone that Cain swore he saw move earlier. A putrid, decayed and rotten hand springs forth from the ground and grabs hold of Emma's leg, pulling her off from Cain as the ground continues to erupt and a zombie begins to claw its way out. Emma held firmly within its clutches.
At that exact same moment, the figure which Eli had see earlier finally makes itself known.
Appearing directly behind where Azura now stands, Jason takes a swing at her with his machete and manages to slice open her side and send her to the ground at Cael's feet.
Behind Cael, as all hell is breaking loose, Aryanna who had just walked off, is suddenly grabbed up. A pair of smelly, rotten zombie arms wrap around her, and jerk her back...slowly dragging her away.
Panic setting in everywhere, people trying to run and falling down all over themselves, Ryu turns to find where that smell he had been smelling was coming from. Finding himself face to face with a zombie who wastes no time puking all over his face and chest.
Jacelyn, who is being ignored by Rick yet again, hears the sound of something erupting beneath her feet, stumbling a bit as he earth begins to quake...and soon finding herself grasped much in the same fashion that Emma is...A zombie hand wrapped about her ankle and pulling her down as it pulls itself up....Only this one is hungry and leans in and bites down into her leg.
Cael is pretty much untouched, aside from blood splattering onto his jacket as Jason hacks into the pretty red head. The very same blood soon getting on his shoes as she collapses. Yet what really gets him, is that just as Jason takes a step forward, a blonde runs by screaming and soon finds herself beheaded...her blood going everywhere, including all over Cael's jacket and face.
Legion. Well tonight is just not his night. The punch issued by Kazumi lands square in his jaw, sending him back a few steps. Not that it does him any good, seeing as how she is right there on him a second later. However, the punch did cut the inside of his cheek, which leaves blood spilling from his lips. But before he can really think to answer her, the screaming starts and moments later, he is on the ground, suffering the exact same wound that Azura now has and bleeding out onto Kazumi's shoes.
Kazumi broke a nail when she hit Legion, which only proves to piss her off more. But the everything goes to shit, and though she really could care less, she doesnt have much choice but to pay attention when Legion's blood sprays across her face from the wound that suddenly appeared out of nowhere.
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Jason's Stats:
Str : 80 Dex: 10 Con: 100 Wis: 5 Int: 5 Cha: 1
Puker Zombie Stats:
Str : 40 Dex: 30 Con: 40 Wis: 1 Int: 1 Cha: 1 6 Regular Zombies Stats:
Str : 30 Dex: 20 Con: 30 Wis: 1 Int: 1 Cha: 1
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Post by Azura on Oct 3, 2012 2:07:53 GMT -6
Azura saw the irritation in his eyes, noted the way he rolled them at her words, and then when he spoke, she felt a stab of pain inside her chest. One that quite honestly had her wanting to tear up because she honestly had hoped that he would have at least been a little nicer about it. But then, she knew already she was asking too much, or at the very least expecting too much. So, she did not tear up...but instead straightened out her posture a bit and opened her mouth to speak.
However, no sooner had she done so, than Aryanna would make her presence known, coming up behind Cael and offering those words with her eyes locked upon Azura's. The message clear, and this time, a clear look of pain flashing across those innocent hazel orbs as she felt her lower lip tremble and struggled not to let herself break down right then and there.
A sudden pain in her mouth, and the sweet, intoxicating taste of her blood as it spilled past her lips to her chin drawing her attention toward Legion for a moment, hearing the fight that now broke out between him and his wife. Apparently she had nailed him pretty hard...though as her hand wiped away the blood, she could not help but focus upon her own problems which now rested before her.
She would wait of course, for Ary to leave, before she would speak. Not about to allow herself to be seen breaking down in front of a girl who gained pleasure from doing such to other people. A girl who in Azura's mind had no redemption in her future. Eyes, glazed over with a slight film of tears would look to Cael, her head held up, her shoulders straight as she swallowed past the lump in her throat and once again attempted to speak. This time managing, if just barely, to hold a strong, determined tone in her voice. "Yes well, I am sorry that I cannot be like that Cael. I guess I had hoped you would want more than just some girl who would spread her legs for any boy that looked her way."
She nodded, a single tear managing to escape, though her hand was quick to wipe it away as she shook her head just slightly. "Well, whenever you have had your fill of cheap sluts, I will be around." She meant it, and she knew what she was saying...but she couldn't help it. She genuinely cared about the guy. Yet, that would not stop her from spinning around on her heels to turn and leave him standing there to chase after whatever whore he wanted to mess with tonight.
Or at least that had bee the goal, right up until a large figure stopped her dead in her tracks, her eyes widening just a bit at the sight. Yet before she even had time to react, that machete came down and sliced deep into her side, drawing forth a scream from her as she was thrown to the ground and blood began to pool through her dress and over her stomach onto the ground. Her red locks covering her face as she felt pain washing through every pore of her body.
Now, now was when the tears came. A mixture of pain, fear and confusion. Her small hand pushing into the ground, struggling to get herself back up, but finding it very hard to do so seeing as how she was bleeding all over the place. Her mind mind going to two things almost instantly...One...That Cael needed to move. NOW....and Two, that she hoped Legion could heal this or else they were both going to die.
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Legion
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Post by Legion on Oct 3, 2012 5:05:59 GMT -6
Legion saw that kid grab Kazumi's ass, and there was a sense of possession in that. But it was her reaction that brought a grin to his face. That violence, that growl, precision in her actions and words. The timing of her threat and that question. That grin coming across his face showing his absolute approval at her actions. He knew very little about Patrick O'Connor, other then his violent and emotionless deeds but Legion had to admit, he did have a hell of a taste in women. If he was going to marry one he certainly picked well, a nod of approval coming from Legion, unable to deny that he found that very attractive. That thought stirring something inside of him that pushed him even further onward to finally talk with her, to speak into her ear as that kid lie coughing, struggling for breath.
Lips curled in the joy that he felt when he made her shiver an inhale, something deep within him approving, and loving that, loving that it was him that was making her do that. The feeling of possession once again rising in Legion. Finding a great deal of enjoyment of the emotion right now. But then out of nowhere...
*CRACK*
Without warning of any sort she turned around and socked him clean in the jaw, that warm metallic taste of blood splashing into his mouth. Hand quickly wiping away the blood, quite surprised but not particularly feeling any emotion other then curiosity at this point as she yelled. Tilting his head in more curiosity as she shoved him, taking a few steps backward, listening her tell him that it was he that didn't belong. Listening to her rant and rave wondering what her rationale was behind why she was saying what she was saying. Not that he didn't know that she was angry, that much was obvious, that he was gone, that much was clear, but the way she spoke, it seemed very familiar. But what should it not? She was Patrick O'Connor's wife after all. But more to the point she spoke to him as if he were Patrick. Which would explain why she was saying exactly what she was saying he figured.
As time went on though he had to admit that this Patrick fellow sure knew how to pick them. This Kazumi being quite the firecracker. It seemed like that with her there was never a boring moment. Seemed like a good quality in a woman really, well that and Kazumi clearly wasn't afraid to get her hands dirty. All qualities that Legion at least could admire so this Patrick's decision certainly had his approval.
And then it came time for her demand. Something that Patrick wouldn't have granted either, at least that's what Legion figured. That's how legion pegged him anyway, because Legion wasn't going to either. He was concerned on getting Kazumi out of here. He still needed answers, and while he was quite confident that he could come up with a witty response and get her to agree to leave, unfortunately for him he didn't get the opportunity.
First syllable drowned out by a verbalized grunt in pain as if felt like something struck hum on the side. At first his guess was bat but as he gurgled blood he realized it was some sort of bladed weapon. One that wasn't sticking in him so it wasn't exactly hard to figure out how he had gotten the injury. Coughing up some blood on Kazumi as he dropped to his knees, more blood spraying on her as he fell. His arms covering his sides as he collapse. It wasn't until he was on the ground until he felt the pain explode over his body, growling in pain. Growling because it wasn't him that had been attacked, but Azura, falling forward on his face as he struggled to breath, knowing that unless he could manage to heal this then they'd both die and he would be unable to protect Kazumi, or Azura for that matter.
Beginning the process of healing, it wasn't hard. He was already livid that some one would attack his beautiful angel, that thought of her lying in pain angering him unfathomably. And with that anger the darkness would begin to cover the wound on his side working to heal it, although it would be up the higher power at play here to decide...
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Ryu Hikari
Student Body President
[M:4400]
That's that.
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Post by Ryu Hikari on Oct 3, 2012 12:06:31 GMT -6
A grim look on Ryu's face, he knew it was not good, he really knew it was not good. Panic setting in everywhere, people trying to flee and falling down over their own feet, turning to find where the smell he had smelled was coming from, his eyes would widen immediately as he found himself face to face with zombie, who wasted no time puking all over his face and chest. Raising his left arm automatically, if he managed to shield his face from the puke, he'd raise the baseball bat he held in his right hand up and try to take a whack right at the zombie's head.
Rule of thumb when facing a zombie: always go for a head shot. If he managed to down the zombie, better if he whacked its head clean off, he'd attempt to pull his school jacket off, which took the worst of the puke, and throw it down on the ground, leaving him in a plain black t-shirt and his black school pants, before holding his baseball bat in both hands and activating his Qi, engulfing his arms in flames, while backing away as fast as he possibly could. If there were more zombies around, or that one zombie was still kicking, he would be ready to take another crack at its head.
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Ryu's Stats
Strength: 25 Dexterity: 20 Constitution: 16 Intelligence: 17 Wisdom: 15 Charisma: 20-5 for activation = 15)
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Elijah Graham
Transfer
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Never give in, never give up.
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Post by Elijah Graham on Oct 3, 2012 12:37:06 GMT -6
"I will! Don't think I won't!"
Taking off at 100 km/h and leaving Sapphira behind, as he made his way quickly through the woods, Elijah was captivated by what he saw, and wanted to be sure of what it was, but couldn't quite make it out as he drew closer and closer. Hearing a loud clattering sound of limbs issue from his right and catching his attention, his eyes would pull away for a few moments as he halted immediately in his tracks, though as soon as he turned around, whatever had been in the treeline that had been drawing closer and closer, was gone.
Left in an area of darkness, with a few lights on either side, Elijah would furrow his brows in confusion. He didn't know what to make head or tails of the entire thing, either it had been his mind playing tricks on him or whatever it was... had moved on. Now he really needed to book it back to the party area. Taking off, he'd move at 100 km/h like he had been before, he honestly had a really dread filled feeling about this...
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Post by Emma Anderson on Oct 3, 2012 13:59:57 GMT -6
Well...this sucked. Her feet digging in to try and catch herself and instead finding that she was unable to. In one swift move, Emma would fall forward, landing rather awkwardly atop of the boy who had grabbed her, her head laying upon his chest and a hushed little "oomph" sound escaping her. However, what embarrassment she felt was soon interrupted as something beneath them seemed to erupt from within the ground...a hand springing free and wrapping itself around her ankle.
That...Well now that got a scream from her as she fell off of the boy who had grabbed her and onto her back, trying to crawl away only to be pulled back as the owner of that hand began to try and emerge from the ground....from the grave. That didn't exactly stop her from trying though, her small hands digging into the earth as she pulled against the hand holding her.
Eventually, she would grab hold of the boy that laid on the ground with her, because be damned if she was the only one being drug around right now. He was the reason she was down here on the ground being zombie grabbed and shit. Trying to use him and her grip on him to pull herself free. Not able to hear the screams around her, but able to see the panic and blood being spilled...especially when the blonde lost her head....The sight of it making her stomach turn and making her efforts that much more panic stricken.
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Post by Kazumi O'Connor on Oct 3, 2012 14:19:07 GMT -6
Oh, he could have said whatever the hell he wanted and she wouldn't have listened or cared one little bit. No, she could care less what he felt about the matter, what he thought about the matter or what his excuses were. The fact remained, he was not at home with her and he was in love with somebody else...forced or not. Asshole.
Her eyes locked on his, daring him to say something, anything, so she could hit him again. Because despite the fact that she broke a nail, which did piss her off even more, it had felt so fucking good. A little growl in the back of her throat as she stepped toward him once more, her tongue slowly tracing over her lips. Yet, whatever was left to be said between them was going to have to go on being unsaid for the time being as all hell broke loose around them.
A quick glance around showing her that there were zombies emerging from the ground, and that there was some giant, psycho serial killer looking monster now to the right of the dance floor. That one being the one she was concerned about, since almost instantly the red head she had spoken to a few weeks ago was attacked. A gasp given, eyes shooting back toward Patrick as blood splattered across her front.
Watching him collapse, she would hiss in displeasure ad drop down to her knees beside him, her hand moving to the back of his head and pulling him toward her. "You just insist on being a pain in my ass don't you? Well don't think this gets you off the hook that easily." She couldn't deny she was worried, but the last time she had seen him get hurt...he had healed it. Right? So he could do it again.
Eyes moving to the wound as her free hand moved to put pressure on it, quickly realizing it wasn't going to do any good if Azura bled out across the way. The thought making her growl with that much more irritation as she pulled her hand away and shook her head. If he wasn't able to heal it soon, she would lift her arm to her mouth and bury her fangs into her wrist...."Here. Drink this." Shoving her wrist to his lips to force him to drink, to heal and to heal that bitch.
Stats: Strength: 30 Dexterity: 37 Constitution: 30 (-10 to heal if needed) = 20 Intelligence: 18 Wisdom: 16 Charisma: 23 (-5 for activation) = 18
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Post by william on Oct 3, 2012 23:46:25 GMT -6
Despite having his guard and his katana up and somewhat ready, he would end loosing the sounds he had heard previously, and would lower his katana down, though he would keep it held in front of his torso and chest. Hearing nothing but the sounds of people conversing and the music blasting, but most of all, the little spat going on between Kazumi and Patrick/Legion, his brows would furrow at them, especially when he saw Kazumi sock Patrick cleanly in the jaw, though his expression would soon turn to mild surprise seeing Patrick suddenly bleed out from his side.
His katana held aloft in his hands, he would keep his eyes moving back and forth and guard up, this night wasn't going to be good, he just knew it...
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Post by Cain Alexander on Oct 4, 2012 2:42:43 GMT -6
And the two fell, apparently, with the girl atop Cain. The 17-year-old male let out a soft 'oomph' as he felt the blunt of her weight falling upon his stomach, his back smacking hard against the dirt below him. He let out a soft groan, as he lay still for a second, before glancing down, peering at the girl through the eyes of his mask. He coughed. "Ah, I'm sorry. I jus--"
Before he could finish what he was saying, though, the girl would suddenly be yanked off him. His eyes widened. What the hell was going on? He raised his chin, his eyes rolling up her body all the way to her leg, where a musky hand wrapped itself around her ankle. "The hell?!" He exclaimed, as the girl grabbed onto his arm in her desperate attempt to stay away from the attacker. Cain was awakened from his confusion by the jolt on his arm, and immediately swung his left hand around to grab onto her wrist, as he pulled. He wasn't sure what was going on, but this certainly wasn't a friendly gesture, and if the girl was in danger, Cain wouldn't just sit by.
He dug his boots into the soil, creating a proper leverage for him to tug upon. It was then that the assailant made its presence known, as the undead emerged from the dirt, the grave belonging to the very tombstone Cain saw move earlier. He blinked, his body tensing up as he maintained a tight grip on the girl, refusing to let her go. Was this just another Halloween party-goer? If it was, he really, really went out of his way, digging himself atop a grave like that. "What the hell are you doing?!" He called out, half-expecting an answer. In fact, he was hopeful for getting a proper answer, but all he received was a moan and a grunt, as he continued to pull on Emma.
Around them, screams would start to leap into the air, and Cain allowed himself that brief distraction. He glanced around, noticing the chaos that was ensuing, as the dead began to rise from the grave, and a large man carrying a machete struck at Azure. His eyes widened. Azure was bleeding!
He was snapped back into his own predicament, though, as a jolt came upon his hand, and he turned back to Emma and the zombie, noticing that it had stood to its full height, and reaching forward to grab a bite off her leg. Cain wasted no time. He reached for his waist, pulling his toy gun out. What use was it? Well, he certainly couldn't shoot the zombie with a toy gun. "Fuck it." He tossed the object forward, aimed at the zombie's head.
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