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Post by Meryl Silverburgh on Nov 22, 2012 3:50:49 GMT -6
Meryl had managed to get away from the research facility thanks to outside help by Cazador and was now on her way to the Resistance HQ with important information. She also had some questions for Drake White as well whenever they saw each other again. Of course she assumed that Drake was still alive. He was a First Class Vulture Operative and not someone that just went down no matter how impossible the odds. She was hoping that the data she acquired and the things she knew about Vulture through her family would be enough for the Resistance to let her in.
The Colonel didn't always do great things but he was easily one of the more respectable members of the Vulture, even to citizens. Though her own name wasn't that well known prior to the treason case against her. She had taken her mother's maiden name which didn't seem to mean much to Isafaro but meant the world to her. Meryl kept her Desert Eagle out in her hands and peered around the corner of a building looking out to the abandoned street ahead. Slowly turning that corner as she kept the barrel of the gun pointed straight, taking a step forward as she moved cautiously.
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Post by Insanity Renaissance on Dec 2, 2012 21:32:40 GMT -6
 Lost.
Celty didn't want to admit it, but she was lost.
As a person who worked on the streets, Celty prided herself on her directional ability. She was a delivery girl, even in this land that was so different then the streets of Ikebukuro that she had called home for twenty years. It was only natural that she know where she was going.
And yet, here she was, in the middle of some dark street, with no idea where she was in the city.
Logically speaking, it was perfectly reasonable for her to be lost. She hadn't been staying in Isafaro for very long. It had taken her some time to learn all the streets of Ikebukuro as well, and this city was much bigger. And much more dangerous. Sighing, Celty patted her motorcycle as homesickness began to settle in. When she lived in her home, she had thought it a bit dangerous, even sometimes scary. Shizuo and Izaya would have their rampages, the Dollars and the Yellow Scarves or even the Blue Squares would go at it, and there was the Slashers, too. And even Vorona, that crazy Russian assassin. Not to mention Kinnosuke Kuzuhara, the traffic cop that still gives her nightmares. But despite all the craziness, it was still home. But now she was here in this cold city, run by an apparently crazy tyrant and home to a rebellion. She remembered the base she had gone to once, but she had never really went back.
Shaking away unpleasant thoughts, the dullahan was just about ready to continue her aimless wandering when footsteps caught her attention. Turning, Celty found herself staring a woman. With a gun. She instantly put her hands up in a surrendering fashion, a little too scared to pull out her PDA to talk. |
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Post by Meryl Silverburgh on Dec 5, 2012 0:29:21 GMT -6
Meryl saw the woman in the yellow cat helmet and raised an eyebrow. The barrel of her handgun staying on her as you never knew who could be dangerous. A man in a pink jumpsuit could be a lethal threat to you in this day and age though Meryl would admit that was unlikely. Seeing that the woman already had her hands up Meryl saw it right to begin questioning her.
"Who are you?"
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Post by Insanity Renaissance on Dec 5, 2012 9:25:18 GMT -6
Celty paused for a moment, and then lowered her hands. With a flick of a wrist her PDA slipped out of her sleeve and into her hand as she rapidly typed into the pad. Part of her was mildly concerned about rapid movement when someone was pointing a gun at her, but she really couldn’t communicate in any other manner. Her message finished, she held it up for Meryl for see.
“I’m Celty Sturluson. I deliver packages around the city.”
Even a fae such as herself had to made a living somehow. Taking the screen away for a moment, she typed some more and held the PDA up to Meryl again.
“Do you mind pointing the gun down? It’s kind of uncomfortable...”
She fidgeted as she focused her attention on the barrel. She really didn’t want to get shot.
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Post by Byakko Furaribi on Dec 5, 2012 9:41:13 GMT -6
Altaïr was getting frustrated, and the constant nudge from behind wasn't helping. For hours he had been searching this city for an exit or some kind of library. Anything to give him a lead. The less time spent in this city near that red woman the better. As if to reassure himself of its presence, his hand slipped into the folds of his ribes, passing lightly over the Apple of Eden hidden there. Would this object be able to return him home? It was his only lead.
Another bump from behind caused Altaïr to spin and shoot a glare at the white arabian mare. The horse seemed unbothered by the assassins irritation, snorting gruffly. Even though these streets seemed relatively undisturbed, his eyes shot about suspiciously. Before he could shoot a warning at the horse, the sound of voices caught his attention. Instinct kicked in as he ordered the horse to stay put and clambered up the side of the building, creeping up to the edge to eavesdrop on the strange people below. One had a cat eared helmet and the other a strange weapon he didn't like the looks of.
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Post by saneatsu on Dec 6, 2012 16:46:39 GMT -6
*Saneatsu had been wandering around rather bored and sadly quite lost. His eyes were glowing bright blue as he walked around seeing through the force. As he was walking he noticed someone scampering up a wall and creeping towards the edge to eavesdrop. Unfortunately there was a wall directly between himself and the group that was being spied upon.
He dissappears in a wisp of black smoke before reappearing on the other side of the wall in plain view of the others. With a quick glance up towards the woman on the building he approaches the group, hoping to find someplace to get something to do as he was becoming lethargic.
As he gets closer he gives the group a quick scan to see their alignment towards himself, hoping he wasn't about to walk into a trap.*
Well now, lucky me to find some people to hopefully direct me towards ... well anything
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Post by Meryl Silverburgh on Dec 7, 2012 14:49:58 GMT -6
Meryl just about shot Celty right in the head for that sudden rapid movement until seeing the device in her hand was utterly harmless and stopped herself before the finger squeezed the trigger. Meryl raised an eyebrow when she read the words written down on the PDA.
"Delivering packages here? You do realize this entire sector is in a state of war don't you?"
With the next thing Celty showed her Meryl began to lower the gun to make the woman more comfortable, only to spin around and hold it up again at Saneatsu. Unaware that they were being spied on by Altair as her eyes looked over Saneatsu.
"You really shouldn't sneak up on people who are armed. That's a good way to get shot."
Said Meryl before lowering the weapon again.
"Who are you and where did you come from?"
She didn't like the idea someone had sneaked up behind her so easily without making so much as a sound.
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Post by Insanity Renaissance on Dec 8, 2012 20:54:27 GMT -6
Celty nodded at Meryl’s question, typing into the PDA again.
I’m looking for something in the area. I used to do this kind of job at my old home.
Yes, it was dangerous, but Celty had to do something. She was never good at the whole idea of standing by and watching things happen and it was nice to be able to help the rebels in their quest to free themselves from Vulture’s rule. And in the meantime, she could search for her most important possession, the reason she had come to Genesis in the first place.
Celty had sensed Saneatsu’s presence, much like she knew that Altaïr was watching them. It didn’t really bother her that there were always someone watching her in this city, whether it be passersby or security cameras or someone; in Ikebukuro, a lot of eyes were always on her anyway. Unless she was only there because Shizuo and Izaya were fighting. Then most people were concentrating at all the flying debris and were running around trying not to get hit.
However, it seemed that this strange woman was bothered by Saneatsu’s sudden appearance, so Celty typed into her PDA again, and held it up to Meryl, tapping her shoulder to get her attention again.
There’s also a man watching us on that building up there.
She pointed to the building where Altaïr was.
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Post by saneatsu on Dec 9, 2012 1:16:04 GMT -6
*Saneatsu goes wide eyed at the gun being pointed at him. He had expected a reaction but not a gun in his face.*
Actually no, if I can sneak up on the armed person, then it's not usually me who's worried about getting hurt.
As for where I came from, the other side of that building.
*He points to the building that he basically went through. He has to suppress laughter though because this isn't the usual reaction he gets.
He is about to continue but the cat eared one reminds him about the roof person.*
OH! that's right there's a woman, at least I think it's a woman up there.
*He cups his hands around his mouth and yells at Altair.*
HEY YOU, YOU SHOULD PROBABLY COME DOWN HERE BEFORE YOU GET SHOT. YOU HAVE 10 SECONDS BEFORE I DO IT FOR YOU
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Post by Byakko Furaribi on Dec 10, 2012 17:45:08 GMT -6
Altaïr grit his teeth and stepped back. So much for the assassins stealth. Then again, this world was not his own, and thus his skills were Seychelles against those of creatures the Master Assassin had no preparation for. They seemed... relatively harmless. Bringing his fingers to his lips he let out a soft short whistle. A rather beautiful white Arabian stallIon trotted around the corner, fully rigged in riding gear for many days travel. The hooded man stepped over the edge of the roof and gripped the edge for a breath. Then with practiced grace he dropped onto the saddle of the waiting horse, which reared back in response and kicked forward fiercely. Needless to say the horses hooves narrowly missed the male, no doubt on purpose in response to his light threat. "Easy Badr" he soothed the horse, speaking in low melodic tones in Arabic. Then he turned his half shadowed face towards the small group wordlessly as he studied them.
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Post by Meryl Silverburgh on Dec 11, 2012 19:22:05 GMT -6
"Don't be cute."
Feeling the tap on her shoulder Meryl turned around to see what Celty wrote about a fourth person being among them. Saneatsu then got their attention and the unknown man came down to their level with half his face covered in shadow. Not trusting him Meryl aimed the Desert Eagle towards his chest and began to question him:
"Who are you and why were you spying on us?"
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Post by saneatsu on Dec 13, 2012 2:01:55 GMT -6
((Lol so totally thought you were the female Altair that was running around.))
*Saneatsu stifles a laugh.
Does she always point before she looks?
His eyes glow bright silver, visible to everyone who looks at his face. He see's the man glowing but isn't sure of the source of the power. He ponders for a moment before deciding to push a little further. When the one pointing a gun at him turns to question the man he disappears silently in black wisps before reappearing next to the man, giving him a cold stare, analyzing him. He stays there for a moment before returning to the woman's side, arms crossed and he finally responds.
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Cute? I'm not trying to be cute. In fact if I were you I would have taken that as a warning. Seeing as you though me cute, maybe I should be more direct.
Put the gun away before you get yourself hurt. I won't warn you again.
*As he tells her to put the gun away he pushes out with the force, his will trying to bend hers, compelling her to do as he says.((Jedi Mind Trick))
He then turns to the woman in the cat helmet and points at the one holding the gun.*
Does she treat everyone she meets like this or are we just special cases?
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Post by Byakko Furaribi on Dec 13, 2012 3:05:15 GMT -6
((I say he until someone discovers his/hers gender usually lol )) Altaïr steadied the horse as it snorted nervously and yanked its head tithe side, unnerved at the shadow trick. The assassin resisted the urge to smirk at the mans cold glare, ignoring the gun simply because he had no idea what it was.He slipped from the saddle and turned his attention to the girl. "I do not need sharing my business with you" he snapped arrogantly in broken English heavily accented. |
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Post by Insanity Renaissance on Dec 13, 2012 23:39:50 GMT -6
Celty shrugged at Saneatsu, typing into her PDA again.
‘This area is at war. You can’t be too careful with strangers.’
Especially strangers that held a strange power in them, as this Saneatsu person did. The dullahan could sense it, and it was mildly concerning. She couldn’t see his eyes change color, but she could feel the power stir within him, trying to ease the mind of Meryl. She wasn’t sure if it would work, but she certainly didn’t want to be a target when it did.
The faerie’s attention was then focused on the newcomer. Well, not as much as the newcomer as much as the horse. Ah, what a beautiful steed it was… the bike propped up behind her shuddered and a haunting neigh came from it. If one listened closely, they could also head the stamping of hooves, but not from the white steed that the cloaked stranger stood by. Celty patted her steed to calm it; there was no need for jealously. She and Shooter were a bonded pair, and there was no way that Celty would ever separate them.
But still, that horse was gorgeous.
Taking a few hesitant steps forward, Celty approached Altair and her ride. Typing into her PDA, she held it up for Altair to read.
‘Your horse is lovely.’
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Post by Meryl Silverburgh on Dec 14, 2012 15:21:46 GMT -6
Meryl lowered her Desert Eagle and returned it to her hostler, unbeknownst to her those thoughts were not her own as she looked back to the new man to have joined them. His lack of reaction to her weapon showed he didn't understand what a firearm was. Around here that was a dangerous thing to be ignorant on and other soldiers wouldn't be so nice.
"I don't know how things work where you come from but around here when you're caught spying you don't have the luxury of withholding information. Now who are you?"
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