Snowdane Braveheart
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Mutant: Water & Fire
Sometimes I hide behind a happy face and smile
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Post by Snowdane Braveheart on Feb 22, 2006 11:06:16 GMT -5
notices that he's a a bit uncomfortable.:: sorry if I am making you uncomfortable. ....I was just going to ofter you to stay at my place. sleeping on the streets, and being what you are dosen't sound so bright to me. But then again, you're older and probably know more about what you're doing.:: Drinks her juice smiling a bit to herself, as a song she was dancing to the night before comes on.::
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Post by Inquisitor Lysander on Feb 22, 2006 11:09:42 GMT -5
The Inquisitor didn't know what to say one side of his brain said yes the other side said no.
*What if was a trick, A Inquisitor was never suppose to love anyone or even acdept help from someone.*
"Don't worry I can look after myself." The Inquisitor still wanted to say yes though.
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Snowdane Braveheart
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Mutant: Water & Fire
Sometimes I hide behind a happy face and smile
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Post by Snowdane Braveheart on Feb 22, 2006 11:12:53 GMT -5
::smirks some revealing her fangs.:: Fine then. Suit yourself. But.....do take care of yourself. Your pretty head strong aren't you? ::Finshes the last of her juice and begins noding her head to the music a bit.::
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Post by Inquisitor Lysander on Feb 22, 2006 11:16:01 GMT -5
"I'm old enough that is, I'm cursed to help god I will never age." He thought back to the time where he was tricked, the first time he was a Inquisitor.
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Snowdane Braveheart
Junior Member
Mutant: Water & Fire
Sometimes I hide behind a happy face and smile
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Post by Snowdane Braveheart on Feb 22, 2006 11:20:10 GMT -5
::so you weren't born and raised to be an inquistor. You were tricked in a way? Wow. I didn't know god worked so wickly.
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Post by Inquisitor Lysander on Feb 22, 2006 11:22:40 GMT -5
"well that was the past." His hands started to ache again and he wanted to examine them.
After much thinking his robes slipped from his hands and the burn marks from the holy crosses started to glow a light blue.
He touched one palm and the hurt started to calm down.
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Snowdane Braveheart
Junior Member
Mutant: Water & Fire
Sometimes I hide behind a happy face and smile
Posts: 79
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Post by Snowdane Braveheart on Feb 22, 2006 11:26:21 GMT -5
::looks at his hands curiously. Her couriosity getting the better of her, she reaches out and touches the crosses. fingers touch neither hurt her or him. If anything the pain began to reside a bit, with out her attentionally doing. She neither looked surprise, or had the look as if she had known what she had just done. ::Looks up at him with innocent eyes.:: Does it hurt a lot. I have markings too, that cause me pain like those on your hands.
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Post by Inquisitor Lysander on Feb 22, 2006 11:31:12 GMT -5
"The marks hurt yes." His hand curled around hers and he smiled gently.
"I'm sorry." He let go of her hands and smiled weakly. "I could help you with your pain."
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Snowdane Braveheart
Junior Member
Mutant: Water & Fire
Sometimes I hide behind a happy face and smile
Posts: 79
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Post by Snowdane Braveheart on Feb 22, 2006 11:34:40 GMT -5
::smiles some.:: Thank you. Though my pain you might not be able to help. Its both internal and external. Leans forward a bit. I have wings. White ones that grow out from my shoulder blades. That is my external. Sometimes they cause internal pain when I don't allow them out often enough. Like they're are trying to create now. As for my real internal pain.......I believe I will always have that.:: Sits back some. She had no idea why she was telling him such things. But for some odd reason she trusted him just enough.::
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Post by Inquisitor Lysander on Feb 22, 2006 11:37:16 GMT -5
The Inquisitor rubbed his jaw and stared gently at the beautiful woman opposite him.
"You are right I cannot help you." he looked back at his hands and wondered if he could help anyone.
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Snowdane Braveheart
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Mutant: Water & Fire
Sometimes I hide behind a happy face and smile
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Post by Snowdane Braveheart on Feb 22, 2006 11:39:45 GMT -5
Though...you are helping a lot of innocent people. By riding them of dangers. And you have helped me a bit. ::blushes some.:: I have never told anyone about my pains. You have made me feel a bit better today.
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Post by Inquisitor Lysander on Feb 22, 2006 11:44:52 GMT -5
Lysander smiled weakly but he was till loking at his hand.
He was losing his religion slowly until Snowdane told him that he helped her slightly.
The hurt in his palms died down and he placed them back on the table and started to look at Snowdane again.
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Snowdane Braveheart
Junior Member
Mutant: Water & Fire
Sometimes I hide behind a happy face and smile
Posts: 79
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Post by Snowdane Braveheart on Feb 22, 2006 11:51:56 GMT -5
::smiles at him a bit.:: We should get going. That lady might be back here soon with a horde of her friends. There's a park near by. lets go there. If you want. You can tell me about yourself and vent to me a bit. I am good for letting people vent to me....::bites her bottom lip some. Blushe some.:: I am sorry. You don't even know me...What I am I thinking.
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Post by Inquisitor Lysander on Feb 22, 2006 11:56:29 GMT -5
"Look I will come with you." He stood up but he kept his eyes on her hands incase she tried something.
"You ready?" he smiled weakly at Snowdane.
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Post by tainted on Feb 22, 2006 11:58:48 GMT -5
Trance materialized as an oil slick on the ceiling high above Lysander and Snowdane. He dripped to the floor, black orblet by black orblet, suddenly spiraled up into a dark aqueous humanoid form amidst the waving mass of dancers on the laserlit floors. He focused his energy on adaptation and took on his normal from, appearing to have stepped out of a watery black suit to any who'd been watching. He appeared behind Lysander and addressed Snowdane carelessly. "What are you thinking? You're not. But what's the point of thinking in a club?!" He laughed taking on the air of a lifeless pertygoer and nodded at Lysander, an intriguing smirk on his tanned countenance. His sky blue irises seemed to be liquid as the barely, just barely began to glow with his mutant energy.
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Snowdane Braveheart
Junior Member
Mutant: Water & Fire
Sometimes I hide behind a happy face and smile
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Post by Snowdane Braveheart on Feb 22, 2006 12:01:13 GMT -5
::smiles some:: Yes Mr. Lysander. I am ready. ::blinks some as (Trance) suddenly appeared. She seemed a bit startled but said nothing.
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Post by Inquisitor Lysander on Feb 22, 2006 12:03:34 GMT -5
The inquisitor ripped out his colts and aimed one at each mutant.
He had been tricked by beauty. Lysander moved back slowly each gun focusing on the mutants hearts.
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Snowdane Braveheart
Junior Member
Mutant: Water & Fire
Sometimes I hide behind a happy face and smile
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Post by Snowdane Braveheart on Feb 22, 2006 12:06:42 GMT -5
::Her heart skip a beat. Then she quickly calmed down.:: Please remove that thing from unfront of my heart. Unlike the vamp you were out to kill earlier, that thing will kill me on the first shot. And since I don't want to die when I have finally earn my freedom, I would gladly like you to put it away. Well at least away from me. :: Her eyes were slowly turning to a worried look. She was just getting use to him. And now he had a gun pointed at her. She was foolish. She should have known better. Alone is always how she survives best.::
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Post by tainted on Feb 22, 2006 12:09:27 GMT -5
Trance's eyes narrowed at Snowdane a little bit liking her calmness, but he was here for more than a quiet chat. He could already tell she was another mutant. The smirk flattened and spread right as he circled the two and stood aside either of them, left hand on his hip, right hand at his side empty in it's tight fitting black leather glove. Why was he wearing gloves in a club anywway? Time would tell. Perhaps. Lysander flinched and drew guns. "What the..?" This guy wasn't mafia. Trance had intended on starting all the fun himself. But Lysander saved him the trouble.
Slipping neatly between Lysander and Snowdane, Trance spun into a carthweel flip tossing his trench coat up at Lysander, unleashing a wave of electromagnetic pulse at each pistol in his hands as he rose from landing on his knees to face him. "Another hunter.. what do you think we are, dogs to be run down? Open your eyes man." His gloves came swiftly off and his hands sparked at the tips.Zzap. Zaaap. "Now. Don't make me touch you.." he growled softly. Hopefully some of those mafia goons would come running into the mix and give him proper targets.
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Post by Inquisitor Lysander on Feb 22, 2006 12:12:37 GMT -5
The mutant was thrown through a wall, the holy insignia burning into his chest.
"I am a Inquisitor not just a mere hunter." The mutant chest started to boil over at the insignia's strength.
"I am sorry Snowdane." He picked his colts up and walked towards the door.
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Snowdane Braveheart
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Mutant: Water & Fire
Sometimes I hide behind a happy face and smile
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Post by Snowdane Braveheart on Feb 22, 2006 12:17:10 GMT -5
::stand there for a second looking back and forth. From the now trance on the floor, to the now Lysander heading out the door. Moves in Trances direction at first, then stops and looks back towards Lysander heading out. She had finally made, what she think, might be a friend....she never had one of those before. Frowns some before shaking her head and running after Lysander.::
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Post by Inquisitor Lysander on Feb 22, 2006 12:20:38 GMT -5
Lysander looks back at Snowdane and smiles weakly. The Inquisitor had at least made one friend in the world. He touched her on the shoulder and the two of them left for the park.
((Spring bank park))
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Snowdane Braveheart
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Mutant: Water & Fire
Sometimes I hide behind a happy face and smile
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Post by Snowdane Braveheart on Feb 22, 2006 12:21:55 GMT -5
::Sets out to the park following him.:: (continue in spring Bank park)
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Post by tainted on Feb 22, 2006 13:41:16 GMT -5
Trance wasn't anyone's warlock or demon. He didn't stumble or falter in the least, much less land on the floor. In fact, he didn't have any evil traits at all. As the ancient symbol Trance knew the meaning of so well from his years of treasure chasing began to glow on his chest, he looked down, basked in it's light. His face quirked curiously as he looked up at Lysander, the light passing through his chest and radiating beautifully through his body. He found he was able to control his mutant properties better."Wait a minute. An Inquisitor in London? Why wasn't I told of this.." He sighed. Someone back in his intel branch was going to lose a valuable limb or two if this sort of thing happened again. Trance knew -everything- and when he didn't it could cost millions so he was sure to keep airtight reins on things. He shifted a bit catching his trench coat from the arms of a half naked dancer. She was blonde, average height, violet eyes, swathed in translucent powder blue. He winked and nodded."Thanks." She caught his eyes on his way out after Lysander, a gentle left hand on his shoulder."Hey.. anytime love." She smiled. Trance looked down and shook his head slowly. He looked back up as if to speak, caught the dawn break in her eyes, and walked off to the bar.
"You might have asked before jumping into slayer mode back there." Trance didn't sound very happy as his telepathy reached through Lysander's mind. No matter, holy power had nothing to come against within a man like Trance. There had to be the will to harm behind it for it to take negative effect. Trance shook his head softly and looked up at the laser lights dancing on the ceiling."You know there are murderers, vampires, and witches to be had. Why do you hunt mutants?" A bald man in white and black tuxedo stood regally overlooking the dance floor, tattoo of a red eagle on his left cheek visible to Trance's superior vision. A hit man. Trance's eyes lit with little fiery storms as he realized the Mafia had been around after all. Almost hit by a mac truck, attempted murder, now stuck here with an Inquisitor and the Mafia. This day was just getting more and more exciting for a thrill seeker like Trance.
Then the real fun began. Trance locked eyes with the eagle tattooed man in front of the VIP section, he smiled benignly down at him. Why would an ass like that be smiling at me.. Trance thought as he sensed ill will close at hand. To the up-and-running surprise of a flock of girls with a rich young man, a bartender- a short burly Irishman with close cropped red stubbly hair and a goatee to match, dressed in blue jeans and a white tee shirt- swung a bottle of vodka for Trance's head from behind the bar. His third eye gave enough warning, he was more than prepared. He spun under the extending arm, to face the man, still sitting on the stool, Trance threw up his right hand palming into the bottle-clutching wrist with agonizing speed and accuracy, crumpling some carpals. The bottle fled the man's hand and burst on the floor soaking some already sotted party goers with glass and strong Russian liquor. They laughed it off. Even before the bottle broke, Trance's palm closed over the wrist he'd shattered as he drove his left fist into the man's throat, ignoring the punch to the left ribcage he'd launched in agonized response. The bartender gurgled and went limp, falling to the floor. But Trance was just getting started. Two men in white and black tuxedo suits appeared from a back hallway toting bats. "Tha's it lads. Come on then." He spat as he leapt at the first with a spinning right leg outward tornado kick to the head, arms bent up before him, left leg bent under his body, hands in the cat-paw of the kick boxer as the man- whom his partner called Morgan- toppled aside and Stanley- Morgan's partner- drove his baton into Trance's left shoulder with vicious force from behind. Trance laughed as his mutated muscle density bore the brunt of the blow as if it had been a slap from a contemptuous lover, he curled his right leg down and in avoiding a second swipe of the stick, left leg extending this time as he brought himself to the floor on his right palm, left shin tackling Stanley's legs from under him with force that shattered the right tibia instantly. Stanley gave a cry and rolled aside swinging the truncheon in a wild vertical arc toward where Trance's face had been just moments before he jumped up and out of the way with a double handspring, then rotated low upside down double spin kicks into Stanley's midriff. Trance leaned back emulating the sting of a scorpion, arching his back inward leaving Stanley on the floor beneath it, he let loose a punishing flurry of stomps all over Stanley's upper body, face, and neck. Stanley bounced on the ground with the impact of each blow, blood spurting from his ruined nose. Trance growled like an animal as he jerk half-flipped forth landing on his fight to face the eagle-tattooed gent on the VIP balcony, but no one was there. Trance smirked noticing the man approach from amdist the crowd, a stoic expression on the bald suit-clad hit man's scarred and pock marked features. Trance clapped."Bravo. Send in the infantry to do the cavalry's work, and when they fail, only -then- does the cavalry arrive." Trance shifted right past a couple of dancers, appeared in his face teasing him."S'rather like ancient history, don't you think? Your turn." He said coyly. "Dance with me." The man grinned and shot like an angry dragon for a sleeper hold around Trance's neck, but Trance was too fast, even though knee kicks went into his side, his arms came up gripping the man's forearms with staggering pressure and he hurled the man across the room. The man smashed into the bar scaring off more groupies, sat up groggily shaking his head, and passed out, his spine had been all but severed from whiplash. Trance frowned and shook his head as the shocked clubbers around him began to wake from spellbound silence. He looked down at his hands, they were shaking and sparking badly. "Damnit!" He growled, eyes on the VIP as if waiting for that last One to come out. He stormed out into the crisp London night.
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Post by Inquisitor Lysander on Feb 22, 2006 13:58:49 GMT -5
The Inquisitor's eyes glowed a deep blue. He walked into the club and saw that a vampire was already feasting.
He drew his colt and blasted the vampire back to it's maker. Lysander saw no more enemies in the club and so left.
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