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 Posted: Thu Jul 26, 2007 9:47 pm
The Chronicles of Anarchy's Angels Edenborough Castle This is the thread that will cover the paths of the duo (as it stands now) Anarchy’s Angels. The rough organization was founded by Master Artemis Emeric Marsqualli and Dr. Alon Suvio centuries before the events of the first Underworld volume. They have spent most of their days evading the various, and more dangerous, agents of the Count Alexander Corvinus’ Cleaners. Their travels have brought them to many locales around the Old World, but recent events have brought them within the same borders as the key players within the Underworld series.((The posts that follow can bring the characters throughout the locations contained in other threads. To alleviate some confusion, any material that contains the two mains interacting with other [non-NPCs] will be posted in both threads so readers will not have to jump back and forth between threads more than at their desired pace.))
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Posted: Fri Jul 27, 2007 7:00 pm
It was raining. It always seemed liked it was raining mind-tearing thoughts in Antioch’s mind. There was always someone getting too close; close enough to touch him or his partner and end their flawless streak of clever evasion. Never sure if it was fear or spite that drove the old Count to continue his pursuit of the two immortal men. Although Antioch would not dare to say it out loud, he believed that Alon was thinking that his partner was beginning to become paranoid. As if to hypothesize that their recent move to Hungary was chance, and not because the Cleaners have by no means surrendered their generational chase after the ever-keen duo. Alon took the daytime watch, staying in the shadows of course, but it was Antioch who took over at night.
He saw descendants of the first men to chase him often lurking on streets or in taverns for ages. The hunt was passed on from father to son. Antioch smiled at that, for it was their curse: wondering all over the world in search for the two men that have eluded all predecessors. Those very few who even got close enough to gain solid evidence of their whereabouts soon tasted the weapons of Antioch Emeric Marsqualli.
But, more recently, Antioch was forcing their movements from city to city weekly instead of in much larger periods for he had this gut feeling that their followers were finally becoming better at techniques than had almost everyone else had before. He was now making his way down the main avenue of Sarvar (Hungary), hiding from prying eyes within the moving throngs of mortals, lost in the storm that was brewing inside him. Some drunken partier accidentally collided with Antioch. His eyes flashed sliver under the quickly sealed eyelids, nearly revealing his nature. Usually, Antioch would simply take the idiot to a side ally and eliminate the possible threat. Times were different now, and rash actions would cost Alon and him like it had in Scotland. Instead, Master Marsqualli decided that he would be better served to use the languages that he was faster at learning than his enemies who were always playing catch-up. “Néz hová mész, bolond ember!” All the man could do was laugh before tumbling into another group of people.
The time was drawing near to end his shift for the night when a trio of grim-faced and military built men emerged from around a street corner. They only had time to focus on him for a split second. Antioch cut down another narrow road to his left, hoping the men would follow. Making two more quick turns he found an end of the city that bore enough room for a quick battle. His back to the wall and his arms across his chest, he could hear the men approach. Letting them approach, the immortal pulled free his eight chamber pistol from its holster, the first two received bullets to both their heads and hearts. The third member, barely of age to be on the hunt at all, he only wounded in the shoulder. Knowing the young man would not dare try and fight alone when the more senior counterparts were so easily dispatched, Antioch fled up a fire escape. But not before dropping a train ticket that revealed the destination of Nagykanizsa. A ploy of course. It was time for him and Alon to reach their new home, and this time they expected it to be a longer stay.
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Posted: Wed Jul 30, 2008 2:33 am
The new day broke and it was nearly time for Alon's turn at the watch, but with the increased paranoia of Antioch there was no certainty to his routine anymore. Even the un-aging doctor was beginning to feel the pressure. The Cleaners were starting to get more aggressive in their ploys, but he would not let his partner start some sort of killing spree. The law enforcement agencies that Antioch used to control are also becoming more cunning and less susceptible to bribery or threats. Indeed, times were not what they used to be. Fortunately their years of immortality were not spent in vain. They too have gained higher understanding of what it takes to survive.
The cities they have been traveling to of late have been smaller sites where they immediately became the big fish. Their next move is an attempt to change that for a long while. Soon Alon expected that they would destroy their current residency, maybe taking a couple of Cleaners in the process, and make headway east along the Danube River to reach the capital city of Budapest.
Just as he was about to sit down at his desk to review the details and documentation he set up for their journey, one of his trip-alarms went off. He silenced the third bell, of seven, attached to a sequence of wires and hooks. Springing back up at surprising speed, for a man who is nearly 800 years old, Dr. Suvio went towards the window that faced the back alley of their loft. Down his right sleeve and into his hand went a sawed-off shotgun as he awaited whoever set off his alarm.
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Posted: Wed Jul 30, 2008 10:28 pm
The maze Antioch created with his path back to his current residence would take the most experienced Cleaner hours to figure out and trace. Fortunately, he already killed the best two in the city and the closest remaining one that he knew of was injured.
As he was nearing the back entrance to his and Alon's abode, he faintly caught the sound of one of the alarm bells. In a rush to find the trespasser, Antioch scaled a nearby wall and leapt onto a neighboring rooftop. Leaning over to see the back alley's stair, he spotted the same young man that he wounded earlier. "Persistent fellow," Antioch thought as he silently jumped down behind the man. Oblivious and haggard from the wound, the mortal had no chance of getting the better of his adversary. The immortal closely followed behind the Cleaner until he neared the window, all the while relieving the human of his weapons.
Feeling that the man was now harmless enough he talked normally to Alon who should be close at hand after hearing the alarm, "Let this one pass" Antioch barely finished his last syllable when he sent the man flying through the open window and onto the floor in front of the waiting Alon. Passing over the threshold a moment later, the imposing form of a once noble master masked the morning light from room. Without waiting for any reaction from Alon. "Űgyes emberi, what is your name?"
Scared, surprised and in pain the man muttered, "Jur-Jurek Chazen."
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Posted: Wed Nov 19, 2008 10:08 am
Nimbly, the doctor slipped his weapon back up his sleeve as he watched the weakened form fly through the air and land firm upon the hardwood floor of their loft. Blood from the boy's shoulder wound began to seep anew, much to the disdain of Alon who just got out the blood stain from their last captive. Not surprised at his counterpart's actions, he could only wait for the boy's response to the angry Antioch's question.
Alon immediately recognized the boy's last name yet he wondered how Jurek managed to find them so easily and so quickly. "It seems like we are going to have to leave even sooner than we originally expected," he said looking at Antioch. An experienced immortal soldier in his own right, Alon picked up Jurek by his throat and raised him to his feet. Looking back at Anitoch, "Grab a chair, a gag, a bag, some rope and a landmine. It is obvious that our location is compromised, and when this whelp's peers show up to free him they will be seeing their ancestors instead of us."
Not letting up the pressure on the man's throat, Alon use his other hand to break Jurek's wrists. Powerless to stop the immortal, who's eyes were now flashing silver, Jurek was only able to mutter worried curses. As quick as Antioch was able to kill their adversaries in battle, Alon was more inclined to have people suffer. He figured that people would be less willing to follow if they knew what would happen to them should they catch up.
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Posted: Thu Nov 20, 2008 10:29 pm
Agreeing with a nod to Alon's sudden realization, Antioch only watched as his partner strangled the human. To Antioch, the boy was just lucky to have found them so quickly, thus deserving the treatment that the good Dr. Alon was giving Jurek, but he did not know why such rapid condemnation was necessary as they certainly would have time to question their captive. Forgetting the issue for a later time in light of Alon's orders, Antioch immediately went to retrieve the various items.
On the way to a supply closet, Antioch heard bones break and did not even question it or look back as he kicked a chair over to Alon, so that he could at least put the boy down before getting the pleasure of inflicting more pain. He was quick to find a bag, a rope, and their second-to-last landmine. However, he could not find a gag and knew that they were going to have to find another way to shut the boy up.
Going back to where Alon had a firm control of his prisoner, Antioch realized that Jurek's wrists were broken by the fact that both sets of his tetrapods were gruesomely exposed. Seeing how Alon had only put the boy down low enough to break his ankles, the chair was still empty. Placing the landmine on the seat, Antioch then took the boy from Alon with one arm that barely showed any resistance to the added weight. "Are you sure you want to do this to him so soon? He is just a boy after all."
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Posted: Thu Nov 20, 2008 11:10 pm
Through the palm of his hand, he could feel Jurek's pulse continue to rise. Alon looked to the chair as it came almost directly underneath the boy he was single-handedly choking. In the faintest of whispers, Alon said to the boy, "Tell your father, and your father's fathers, 'Hello' for me when you meet them in hell." With the boy lowered to the ground, Alon found another way for him to cause him more suffering. Using the heels of his shoes, he kicked both of Jurek's ankles and heard the resounding crunches a bones gave into the superior force. With his hands and feet useless he had no real chance of escape or conveying any message to his comrades, save one.
Alon could tell that Jurek was running out of air and was glad that Antioch took him or else he was likely to die too quickly to be of any use. Responding to Antioch, Alon said, "This boy will become a man like the rest of them soon enough. We have learned this in the past: if you kill the father, then kill the son to. This one's fathers I have killed for generations, but I have yet to catch one so young where he likely has no sons for us to fear in another two and a half decades or more." Gesturing for Antioch to brace the boy, Alon balled a fist and planted a solid right punch into Jurek's left eye and he felt more bones break under his.
Jurek, now with his head hanging down and unconscious, completely collapsed into Antioch's clutches. "Plant him on the mine and then tie him to the chair." Seeing that Antioch did not have the gag with him, Alon then said, "No gag. Well, you will just have to cut out his tongue then. When you are done with that...you should know what to do. I have to go pack up my things and make sure that this places goes up in flames when the other Cleaners arrive and attempt to free the boy."
Along simply walked towards his room and gathered two large suitcases and put them in the hall and then went to where they kept the rest of their explosives and began attaching them in where he had already set up connecting lines. Alon had this situation prepared for as soon as they had moved in for not doing so in the past has caused some problems in Antioch's and Alon's shared past.
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