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Post by Garrett on Apr 30, 2010 9:22:54 GMT -6
Garrett glanced through the rusted ribs of an ancient battle ship and sighed. "How far did we fall all those years ago?" Garrett whispered into the night. He looked around himself to reassure that he was alone. Garrett's purpose for being out was to check his borders, and see if there was any salvageable scrap to be found. He walked over to a giant piece of metal sticking out of the ground and scratched through the dirt, "This one might do. Now how the hell do i get it back to base-camp?" He wondered aloud.
"I suppose that i could make and ice sled and drag it." He mused to himself. Garrett started walking around the piece of metal, jamming the butt of his trident into the ground to try and see how big it was. Once he had a good idea, he began to dig.
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Post by skye on Apr 30, 2010 9:30:06 GMT -6
Layne slipped up behind Garrett, hands in his long black trench coats pockets. The soft fog of night drifted around him slowly as he made his way silently as the dead over to Garrett. A breeze blew and his hair fluttered around his face, eyes flashing. He stopped not far behind Garrett, watching him for a moment. Drawing his right hand form his pocket, Layne produced his finger claws and began fitting the metal over his fingers. "Garrett..." He said in a soft, cold voice as his finger claws clinked together.
"Garrett you know better than to be out here alone in the dark. This is a time for beast..." He looked up, eyes flashing in the moonlight. "And murderers."
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Post by Garrett on Apr 30, 2010 9:38:45 GMT -6
Garrett jumped and spun around, his tridents bladed tines whistling through the night air. "Damn you Layne. What the hell are you doing out here?" He said in an agitated voice. He glanced around and sighed. slowly he lowered his trident, "I hate when sneak around like that." He grumbled. Garrett ignored his warning, "Well, I'm not going to ask my troops to do something that I won't do myself. Besides, who would honestly be out here at this time of night?" HE asked as he glanced up at the night sky.
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Post by skye on May 1, 2010 10:27:38 GMT -6
Layne shook his head, clicking his finger claws together. "Your men would know better than to come out here alone with demons and the like running loose." His voice dropped low as he leaned towards Garrett, hair falling over his face. "Someone could kill you Garrett and no one needs to lose you." He straightened up and spun one of his swords out of his sheathe, stabbing it into the ground near where Garrett was just poking. "We want this metal right?" He wandered past Garrett and began stabbing the ground.
"So let me ask you a question. If you wanted a large chunk of metal transported from one place to another, why not bring your little girlfriend?" He sneered the word, clear disdain in his voice. The thought of having a girlfriend was laughable to Layne. He couldn't picture himself with one. "She does have ferrokinesis yes?"
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Post by Garrett on May 1, 2010 10:50:49 GMT -6
Garrett rolled his eyes at the disdain in Layne's voice, "And I have Gravitokinesis, what's your point. By the way, Dantea is not my girlfriend. She's just a really good friend." He shrugged as he finished sizing the metal and used his power to lift the metal just enough to form a sled of ice beneath it. "Grab a rope and help, or are you just gonna sit there?" he asked as he grabbed up a piece of ice-rope.
'I wonder where Dantea is,' He thought to himself.
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Post by skye on May 1, 2010 14:29:51 GMT -6
Layne dropped his head back and groaned before leaning over and picking up a rope. He sighed. "I would prefer not to but I know you'll harp me to help until I do." He began to pull with him. "You have a tendency to make me do things I wouldn't normally do." He huffed a little and strained a little. In a slightly annoyed yet cold voice Layne said, "I hate to sweat and strain...."
Groaning a little, Layne looked over to Garrett. He chuckled. "Not your girlfriend? You spend enough time ogling her and undressing her with your eyes." He smiled a dark smile. "You keep picturing her underneath you and yet you keep saying she's not your woman."
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Post by Garrett on May 1, 2010 15:37:22 GMT -6
Garrett stumbled, "I've not been undressing her with my eyes, much." He sighed and felt slightly uncomfortable, "Layne, it never hurts to be friendly with a woman, or a man, if that's your thing." Garrett shrugged and kept walking.
After a short time of dragging the sled, Garrett decided to use some of his gravitokinesis to lighten the sled and make it a bit easier. "And what if i do really like her? I mean, she is smart, fun, nice, hot."He stated as he cast a glance over at Layne, "So, do you like a woman? I imagine that you would have to, i mean, i really don't think that your gay. You've not shown any signs on it." He cast a glance at his lavender eyed friend.
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Post by skye on May 1, 2010 18:07:20 GMT -6
Layne laughed dispassionately at his ludicrous statement. "Me? I don't like anyone Garrett much less a woman." He sighed in relief as the wait came up off of the large piece of metal. He looked over at Garrett. "If you like her you should go for it. Have a relationship. If you don't want a relationship, then screw her. Take her to bed and pound the shit out of her, then you'll feel better." He looked around cautiously, sensing the spirits near stirring. They were uneasy and he could feel their nervousness. Looking back to Garrett under a cloak of his hair, Layne said, "The spirits are uneasy."
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Post by Garrett on May 6, 2010 21:37:28 GMT -6
Garrett sighed, "The spirits are always uneasy." He mumbled as he gripped his machete in his fist and glanced around. Garrett sighed realizing what a very stupid idea it was to come out here in the middle of the night with no back up. But he was a vampire, he could take care of himself. "Dantea isn't the kinda woman that you would 'Pound the shit out of' You would make sweet tender love to her, until she begs for the rougher stuff." He said with a mischievous look on his face.
Jestir watched through a bank of fog, laughing to himself at the site. "Garrett, the leader of the goodies and his little lap dog, how quaint." He smiled as he licked the edge of his knife, delighting at the taste of his own blood, "Sharp, very good. Wouldn't want them to suffer." Jestir smiled a devious smile as he clapped his hands quietly. Almost fearing being caught, Jestir slipped away, further up the trail to escape being noticed, yet.
Garrett frowned as he heard the faint echos of what sounded like someone talking, "Do you hear that?" Garrett asked as he came to a halt and stopped the cart from moving. Garrett glanced around at the hulking steel frames and rusted gun turrets strewn across the ground of what was once a beautiful ocean.
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Post by skye on May 7, 2010 21:21:06 GMT -6
Layne nodded and turned, his back to Garrett's as he scanned the area in the other direction. He pushed his powers outward, feeling at the spirits as he listened intently for any sounds that might give away where this person was. The spirits moved fluidly into the visible spectrum, at least for Layne, and whispered urgently, trying to indicate with gestures what it was they had seen. They mimed a large smile on their faces and one female, dressed in a long evening gown of some sort, made a stabbing motion in the air. So this person they were looking for had a knife of some kind and smiled a lot? It didn't make a whole lot of sense.
Was it a man or woman? He asked. The female pointed to the male. So it was a man. He scanned the area again, trying to locate the man. Where did he go? They all turned as one and pointed, going wraith like in that direction before disappearing. He turned towards Garrett and whispered softly into his ear. "It's a man, he has a weapon, and he's in that direction." He nodded.
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Post by Garrett on May 10, 2010 15:20:46 GMT -6
Garrett sighed and sheathed his machete, and pulled his trident off of his back. He glanced over at Layne, making sure that his sociopathic friend was ready. "Can your spirits tell you anything else?" He asked as he scanned the shadows and potential hiding spots.
Jestir frowned, "Spirits? He's a spirit talker?" He sighed and scratched his head with his knife, and sighed, "Oh well, never really knew how to silence the spirits." Jestir shrugged and climbed to the top of an iron rib. Jestir let out a cackle like the hyena that he was, "Soon you shall join those spirits, spirit talker." He called out and laughed some more.
Garrett spun around, and spotted the man. He was a very strange looking person, with his face painted like a Gothic clown. Garrett Pointed with his trident, "You there, name yourself and your mission." He shouted in an authoritative tone.
Jestir laughed, "Why should I tell you anything?" He asked as he sat down. "You're going to die soon Rickter."[/i] One of the many voices in Jestir's head whispered "Oh shut up Leroy." Jestir called angrily at the voice that wouldn't be quiet. Jestir sighed and pushed his fingers through his hair and mumbled, "Now, where were we?" He asked and glanced up at the moon. "Ah, yes. I'm Jestir, the last person that you'll ever know." He smiled a twisted smile and began a slow slide down the slanted Rib.
Garrett glanced over at Layne, "This is going to be interesting." He mumbled as he prepared for a fight.
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Post by skye on May 10, 2010 17:37:51 GMT -6
Layne snorted and nodded, sliding his finger claws over his hands. They were long claws, about 3 inches, and silver, glinting in the moonlight. He smiled wickedly at the thought of the blood that would come forth when his claws sliced through the tender flesh of the man's face...or neck. Ooooh....of his belly. Yes I could just rip his intestines out... He shook his head and watched the man slide down. He smiled his wicked smile to Garrett.
"Yes....it will be...fun...." He gave a soft chuckle. "So fun..." He finished softly.
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Post by Garrett on May 14, 2010 9:58:37 GMT -6
Garrett looked at Layne, "Sometimes, the things you say, are really disturbing." He shook his head as he watched the strange man approached.
"Ooh, how cute. I love it when they resist." Jestir laughed wickedly. He drew his long knife and smiled. He pulled another knife from his belt, and assumed a ready pose.
Garrett spun his trident about until it was in the right place,"You ready Layne?" He glanced over to his friend, and cursed as he felt a knife slam into his hip. He looked down at the hilt protruding from his flesh. "You little bastard." He snarled and ripped it from his leg and bared his fangs.
Jestir giggled as he pulled knife from his belt. "I'm sorry, did that hurt?" He asked before laughing a demented hyena laugh. He looked over at Layne, "You're next." He said with a twisted crooked smile. "You'll not win this day Rickter."[/i] Said the voice in Jestir's head. "Shut up you damn fool thing." Jestir growled as he flung a dagger with lightning speed at Layne
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Post by skye on May 14, 2010 10:08:42 GMT -6
Layne shook his head at Garrett, at the stupidity his friend showed by looking away form the enemy. He watched them an for a moment, noting the way he moved. When the dagger flew at him, he sidestepped and lifted his hand, catching the dagger in the palm. It didn't go all the way through his flesh, but it did go in. The blood immediately welled up around the metal of his finger claws. He pulled the blade out, glaring at the hole.
He glared at Jestir. Snarling, Layne threw his own knife back at his mid chest and followed it in, baring his claws.
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Post by Garrett on May 30, 2010 17:56:08 GMT -6
Jestyr laughed as he spun with the blade, taking a hit to his shoulder. "Ouch, that kinda hurt." He smiled as he ripped the dagger from his shoulder. He looked up at the sound of approaching feet, "Yay, someone wants to play with me." Jestyr said as he drew more blades hidden on his person and began to throw them at the oncoming man.
Garrett huffed as Layne ran ahead, "You're going to get yourself killed one day." He said as he ran after him, spinning his trident around to use it like a spear to gut the man. Garrett watched the man to as he threw the daggers at Layne. Garrett winced as the wound in his hip reopened. He cursed in pain and grabbed his hip. Garrett used a small bit of ice to seal the wound. He knew it would hurt, but it was better to take a little pain than to bleed out.
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