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Post by The Seventh Starr on Jan 12, 2007 11:43:22 GMT -5
Uriel looked up fromt he womans neck and glared at Seth for inturupting his meal for a second time in a row.
Licking the dripping blood of his lips he glared at Seth, although pissed off, he was unfazed by the staff in his face, "Jeren is an old friend of mine...That is all that you need to know, and all you will ever know..." he looked between the body and Seth, "Can I finish eatting now?!"
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Post by Dizzi on Jan 12, 2007 11:48:29 GMT -5
"No. Just tell me who Jeren is and your relation to hom." Seth said angrily. "Please Uriel... Just tell me...I don't care.Even just a lastname. And you know,that I'll know when you're lying." He said, bringing his quarterstaff to his side.
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Post by The Seventh Starr on Jan 12, 2007 11:52:23 GMT -5
Uriel gave an agrivated sigh, Seth was pushing every thing and it was really starting to annoy him. "Seth," he said through gritted teeth, "I told you all you need to know, if you really must know, then I will tell you this one thing. Jeren and I go back, he is the only person to ever see my wings, and knows the most about my post. The only person I fully trust. Last name," Uriel laughed, "that is somthing i cant tell you."
He ignored him and went back to his meal.
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Post by Dizzi on Jan 12, 2007 14:37:25 GMT -5
"Ureil..." Seth said, aggrivated, fists clenching around his quarterstaff. He knew that if he were to hit Uriel, it would be with the non enchanted side. Alright. If he doesn't tell me... he thought, asking again. "Uriel. Tell me!" Seth growled. Not getting an answer from the daywalker, Seth brought his Quarterstaff up and started to swing downwards towards Uriels head.
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Post by Dizzi on Jan 12, 2007 14:53:26 GMT -5
((Not spamming? lol, just...PM me alright?))
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Post by The Seventh Starr on Jan 12, 2007 15:08:51 GMT -5
Uriel's hand shot up from holding his meal and caught the staff before it came anywhere near hitting him. He looked up, his eyes glowing a deep misty purple, the crosses in his eyes turned into slits and the temperature dropped a few hundered degrees. "Seth Imbale," his voice was deep and a near growl, he ripped the staff out of Seth's grip "it would be in your best interest, NOT to try that again."
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Post by ♥ on Jan 12, 2007 15:22:29 GMT -5
(Are they in a locked room or whut? Fox is stealthy but can't melt through solid objects. *laughs* I have a VAmpire chaarcter. He is also part snake. 0.o He goes nuts at random moments and eats people. Fox lost his sanity at one point and ended up killing a bunch of people.. Inoncents. Like he cares. He isn't a fallen for nothing.)
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Post by Dizzi on Jan 12, 2007 15:22:30 GMT -5
Seth shuddered. He didn't know if it was from cold, or from fear. "A...Alright..." He said, his voice stuttering involuntarily. He then realized that his teeth wer chattering from the cold, and, he didn't see this, but his lips were turning blue. "So....cold...." He said to himself, thumping down onto the floor.
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Post by The Seventh Starr on Jan 12, 2007 15:29:24 GMT -5
Uriel's eyes went back to normal, as did the room, and he stood up, throwing the meal that he would never finish of the bed and out the window. He picked seth up and placed him on the bed, he hadnt meant to hurt him...if that is what he even did, or if Seth was more sensitive to heat and cold then he had first thought.
Sighing about the lack of blood in his system, he sat down in one of the chairs and closed his eyes, he worked better in the dark anyway.
((no there not locked in a room, their just in a room at an Inn))
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Post by ♥ on Jan 12, 2007 15:32:38 GMT -5
"You really aught to watch where you throw your corpses." a vice drawled from the window the body has just been tossed out of. "You might flatten someone." he folded his nightblack wings to his back, face in shadow as he crouched, catlike.
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Post by starfish on Jan 12, 2007 15:33:40 GMT -5
Nia stared at the body with morbid fasination, she wished Seth would leave the vampire alone so that he could finish his meal. She had only heard stories from the other mercenaries who had belonged to the same company- campfire tales, she didn't give them much credit. She ran her hands over her arms, what was causing that? More perplexing was that her necklace felt warm agian, not very warm but because of the cold it felt like fire. She grabbed it and let the warthg soak into her. Heat.. She thought happily, but then that happiness turned to concern as she saw Seth lying on the floor unconcious. "Stop it! You'll kill him!" She shouted at Uriel How do I know it's him? She knelt on the floor next to the boy. Poor delicate little human child... Hope this can warm you up.... She wrapped hs hand around the necklace, hoping that by shear force of will the heat would pour into him.
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Post by The Seventh Starr on Jan 12, 2007 15:39:46 GMT -5
Uriel looked over at Nia and gave a low grunt, Seth would be fine, he knew it.
His head whiped around at the new voice, "I'll throw my corpses where ever the hell i please, and who are you?" he asked, his hand resting on the handle of the sycth
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Post by ♥ on Jan 12, 2007 15:41:32 GMT -5
"You can call me Fox." he said, with a wry smile, tired of crouching and deciding to slip into the room, intruding, standing just in front of the window.
(Oh yeah, they so suit. x3)
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Post by The Seventh Starr on Jan 12, 2007 15:48:13 GMT -5
Uriel twitched in annoyance as the newcomer, Fox, slipped in the room. He was half tempted to just gut the man where he stood, but figured that THAT course of action wouldnt bold well with Seth, expscally sence he was already going to be mad when he woke.
His grip eased slightly on the giant weapon and pinched the brdige of his nose, "It's just one person after the next..." he started blankly at Fox, as if trying to read him, his pupils going back to their normal shape and size, now that his temper was under contorl.
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Post by ♥ on Jan 12, 2007 15:52:13 GMT -5
Fox folded his arm, eyes hidden by the shadow covering his face, giving the impression, somehow of a cocked eyebrow from the remainder of his body language.
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