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Post by terrafate on Sept 25, 2010 9:53:01 GMT -5
Kill me? HA I wish. She finally takes a seat. Thanks for the concern buddy, but no one's found a way to kill me yet. Believe me they have tried too. Hell, I've even tried to no avail.
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Post by Revan on Sept 25, 2010 14:42:27 GMT -5
Then by all means, hang around. People tend to die around me all the time, whether I want them to or not. Those gears in his head start moving as he watches her. He can tell there is something different about her but can't put his finger on it. Wanting to ask, but feeling this wasn't the right time, he just sat there and looked back to the two other men wondering what was next.
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Post by skyeraptor59 on Sept 27, 2010 22:19:02 GMT -5
OOC: Sorry this post took so long. It's been a busy few days and then my internet went down for a few hours. ---------------------------------------------------------
Xethrul smiles at Sabiel's sarcastic remark. "My dear, this is the best we can do in the circumstances. It would take much too long to explain the entire situation, so you must make do with what we have told you. Oh, and it would be wise to share the information we've given to each of you separately." With that, Xethrul stands. "I must now bid you all farewell." he bows and walks slowly away, leaving you with Kaiser.
He sighs. "That guy creeps me out." Looking back at the two of you, he says, "Okay, so here's the information of the object that has the map." He hands you a folder of papers and two small boxes. Inside each box is what looks to be a very fancy watch, a his and hers. "These watches have image inducers in them, as well as holographic communication links. Use these to contact us, and if need be, infiltrate the areas listed in the folder." He stands up. "Good luck, guys. I'd say don't kill each other, but there's another reason why you two were chosen. Revan, watch your back. Sabiel, play nice, or as nice as you can without throwing up." His face totally serious, he turned around, walking in the opposite direction of Xethrul.
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Post by terrafate on Sept 28, 2010 10:56:34 GMT -5
Sabiel sighs heavily and grabs at one of the watches and looks it over. Well this is just terrific...So, we're supposed to share information huh? Sabiel starts fiddling around with the watch trying to figure out the image inducer. There is a demon in Hell, a pretty powerful one that wants the hammer so that he can break the barrier between Hell and Earth. If that happens, we're talking apocalypse and the end of the human race, or so says the undead messenger. I trust him about as far as I could throw...wait I could probably throw him a good distance so I won't say that. I'll just say that I don't trust him. She decides that she's played with the watch for long enough and shoves it into her pocket. She looks at Revan, So what's your side?
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Post by Revan on Sept 28, 2010 21:36:49 GMT -5
My side? How about you tell me a bit more about yourself first. As in why this guy thinks I need to watch my back, and you need to play nice? He eyes the woman suspiciously, yet finds himself fascinated by the mystery she brings. And what's this about a demon in hell wanting that thing? You can't possibly expect me to believe that.
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Post by terrafate on Sept 28, 2010 22:27:50 GMT -5
Why can't I ask you to believe that? She eyes him dangerously then rolls her eyes. I don't have time for these games...Have you ever heard of the Tattooed Angel? Well that's me. She flexes her wings wishing she could figure out how to make the damn illusion go away...And I was told to play nice cause I tend to torture humans for the fun of it. Is that good enough?
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Post by skyeraptor59 on Sept 29, 2010 19:42:58 GMT -5
As soon as Sabiel wishes the illusion would go away, poof, no more business woman. In her place is the Tattooed Angel. Revan gets an eyefull, as does everyone else, of this "heroine." People around the cafe start whispering and muttering. Nothing bad, but you have a feeling that if you stay there longer, someone might ask for an autograph or a blessing.
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Post by Revan on Sept 29, 2010 23:55:44 GMT -5
Well, isn't that a surprise. I'm not impressed by the way. At least, not by the torture thing. He eyes Sabiel up and down, slowly, especially the curves. I am, however, impressed with some of the other assets, he says with a smirk.
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Post by terrafate on Sept 30, 2010 0:00:48 GMT -5
I bet you are, she smiles sarcastically We need to get out of here...They think I'm some kind of hero. Is there any place that I can meet you at?
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Post by Revan on Sept 30, 2010 0:06:49 GMT -5
Pulling a pen out of his pocket, he scribbles something on a napkin then hands it to her. That's my number and the address to where I'm staying for the moment. You need me, you know how to find me.
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Post by terrafate on Sept 30, 2010 11:24:45 GMT -5
She memorizes the address and then pockets it. Looking around she sighs and takes off in search of it.
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Post by skyeraptor59 on Oct 1, 2010 17:42:33 GMT -5
OOC: Revan, I assume you gave her the address of the Institute?
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Post by terrafate on Oct 1, 2010 19:14:03 GMT -5
(this revan isn't associated with the institute...he's a merc)
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Post by skyeraptor59 on Oct 1, 2010 22:14:00 GMT -5
OOC: Gotcha. ----------------------
As Sabiel takes off, heading for the designated meeting place, Revan is left in the middle of the cafe. There are people all around, some staring off at Sabiel's receding form, others glancing curiously at Revan, wondering how he knew the Tattooed Angel. They gave him a feeling that they might start asking him questions if he didn't leave soon.
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Post by Revan on Oct 2, 2010 14:09:06 GMT -5
Revan looks around at the people gawking. This doesn't bode well. I'm not a spotlight person. He turns to leave, walking up the street and around the corner to where his custom Yamaha sports bike is waiting. He takes off cutting through traffic headed to his penthouse apartment on Park Avenue.
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