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 Posted: Fri Dec 05, 2008 2:26 pm
((Rufus tries not to get into others matters where he does not understand what the ******** they are talking about.))
Rufus placed the cup onto the table. "...'anks for the cup." He pushed away from the table. Standing back upright, he tipped his hat at the girl he had met. He walked away to the . He would have to explore this odd place, before he knew it, he was in a room filled with coffins, a chill went down his spine, as if he felt he was being watched.
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Posted: Fri Dec 05, 2008 2:34 pm
The voice from the intercom appeared, though it was in person, and closer.
"Now, now, tier 2-competitor. Solitude is hardly interesting..."
There was a gruff laugh.
"You're lucky you look like that. Sister would've tried to fillet you."
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Posted: Fri Dec 05, 2008 2:53 pm
Rufus, from paranoia, drew one of the fire arms hidden under the duster coat. "Who the bloody 'ell are ya?" He retorted, pulling the copper slide back.
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Posted: Fri Dec 05, 2008 3:04 pm
"Me?", the voice said. "I'm the man behind the scenes here. I'm Viola's brother-in-law, and a notorious serial killer. You may have heard of me in your world as the 'Man Snatcher'. I have many other names, but none are as comical as that one..."
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Posted: Fri Dec 05, 2008 3:14 pm
((Thank you))
Dimitri grinned behind his mask and reached down a drew his knife from the sheth at his ankle. At the same time his left hand drew his handgun from it's holister. He stood, his back bent forword and his feet spaced apart and slightly bent, ready too react.
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Posted: Fri Dec 05, 2008 3:18 pm
"So then, ya one twisted sonnofva b***h." Rufus replied. "...I do not care to talk to such pieces of rubbish." He began closing onto the stairs across the room.
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Posted: Fri Dec 05, 2008 3:20 pm
The Master grinned.
"D'aaaaaw. Aren't you adorable. It's funny for one to be so defiant to the one who keeps the prize money...."
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Posted: Fri Dec 05, 2008 3:28 pm
Dimitri tensed slightly. He reached too the straps on his chest and undid them sending a portion of his body armor too the ground lightening him. He shouldered his rifle off and dumped it with his gear. He reached up and removed his helmet, His mask was still attached. Under his helmet was what looked like one of the kind of ski masks that covered a person's whole head, but it wasn't made of a cloth...well it was, but this was a unique looking cloth. Hesistant too heat it was originally used too keep heat off the necks of firefighters well in a building, And Dimitri wore it becasue it helped prevent his helmet fit better and from constanly thudding against his skull well he ran. Dimitri cracked his neck. He had taken all that stuff off to allow him too move faster because he knew he'd have too be fast against Viola.
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Posted: Fri Dec 05, 2008 3:31 pm
Rufus did not respond. Quickly going up the stairs, in hopes of escaping that damn voice. And going into a room odder than the last one. One that looked if it was lined with frozen aether.
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Posted: Fri Dec 05, 2008 3:34 pm
[[I accidentally deleted my former post when I meant to edit it...]]
Viola didn't see Rufus anywhere around, and was about to use her finisher, but didn't want William to know it.
She took out her handbag-purse, and planned to counter any move of his with it.
~*~
There was an odd [but beautiful] woman with dirty blonde hair lying on a bed of crystals, sleeping. Her hair reached very long down her back, and she was wearing ethnic clothing.
[[ biggrin ]]
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Posted: Fri Dec 05, 2008 3:45 pm
Rufus, unsure of why a woman such as the one who was there would be there, slowly approached. She wore clothes that remind him of the trading functions of the foreign ships he had seen. He kept his firearm in hand. Considering he had nothing else to do in the frozen room he looked upon her. "...Miss, ya alright?" He said, adjusting the monocle with his free left hand.
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Posted: Fri Dec 05, 2008 3:48 pm
If this is what I have too do in order too win Dimitri thought. He flipped his knife around in his hand abit. He stopped with the blade comming out the side of his hand where his little finger was with the blade running parrel too the ground. Throught his mind he thought up all the ways she would react too his various movement. He settled on the one she would be suspecting the least. He raised the knife and threw it with, increadble accuracy at her, then charged still holding the pistol in his hand, moving faster then someone would think he could with all that bulk, even with the lightened load.
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Posted: Fri Dec 05, 2008 3:52 pm
The woman in ethnic clothes woke up. Her eyes were purplish-red.
"Oh! Do forgive me, Mister. I came here because I heard it would do wonders for my body if I slept here."
~*~
Viola hit the dagger with a concealed clutch handbag, and it chipped the dagger. [[that's no brick in those bags...]]
She swished the handbag around her like some sort of flail.
"Don't worry. Once I knock you out, it'll be over..."
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Posted: Fri Dec 05, 2008 4:04 pm
((...Do I want too know what's in that bag...No I don't really want too))
He switched the pistol too his right hand, but didn't slow his charge. He knew how a flail worked. It used pure weight and momentum too deliver heavy blows capable of shattering bones, let alone knocking someone out. He had too stop that flail's turning, if he could she would have too get it winding again in order for it too work properly, and that would give him time too inflict some damage...one problem...how... If he came in close she'd slam him with it, and that would be painful...He was going too make a suicide run. He had thought it throught in less then a second. He picked up speed, and kept low. He got within range of the flail, He dodged too the side of the hand that held the bag and reached his free left hand into the straps of the bag. It swung around his arm and the heavy bag slamed into his arm with severly reduced impact, it hurt but didn't do much too him. He grabbed her wrist with his wrapped up hand. He raised the pistol and pointed it her temple. "...".
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