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Post by Shinsei Turner on Feb 2, 2009 21:18:53 GMT -5
Shin silently crept up on a small crowd, maybe two or three humans. They were unarmed and fairly young, the oldest was probably around 21 and the youngest looked about 15. He wasn't hungry, but he stll desired blood. He watched as they conversed in the dark streets while walking, completely oblivious to his prescence. Stealth wasn't his specialty but he could be quiet if something worthwhile was waiting for him. Suddenly he lunged out, attacking the humans, his sword gleaming in the moonlight... --------------
He smiled on his work as he looked down at the three bodies and small amount of rubble he created. It wasn't extremely satisfying but it would do for now. He enjoyed causing mass choas, destruction and death. He licked the blood from the tip of his sword, giving a throaty chuckle. He didn't enjoy blood as merely a food, but he enjoyed spilling it even when he didn't hunger. Similar to how a fine chef enjoy the presentation of the food more than the meal itself. He dragged his sword on the ground and wiped some of the blood off of it, wiping his bloody claws on one of the dead human's clothes.
"Ah, I love the smell of death at midnight." He laughed loudly, turning his head back into the sky, facing the moon as he roared.
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Post by Ajora on Feb 3, 2009 15:55:13 GMT -5
She definitely heard something. Her fears were true. More sport killing by the looks of it. She leaned over the rooftop. It was far too dark to tell who it was....but something seems familiar about him. Lost in thought, Ajora forgets her footing. She knocks a shingle off the roof, and fails to catch it on the way down. "Goddamnit" she thinks, and leaps across to a darker spot. "This might get ugly" the thinks, as she stares into the permanently horrified faces of the dead teenagers on the ground.
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Post by Shinsei Turner on Feb 3, 2009 16:11:41 GMT -5
Shin stopped his laughing as he heard the tile break and smirked, eager for more play. He leaped to the roof in a single bound, licking his lips sadistically as he landed, breaking a few shingles with his feet. "Come out, come out wherever you are..." He whispered. He could sense someone there but they were obviously hiding and he didn't feel like going looking. If they wouldn't come out he could just blow up the roof section by section until they fought or fled.
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Post by (Deceased) Jens Nielsen on Feb 3, 2009 16:14:47 GMT -5
jens jumped out of the darkness in front of Shin. "What do you want Gangrel scum?" He read his mind quickly. "So what are you up to huh?"
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Post by Shinsei Turner on Feb 3, 2009 16:17:45 GMT -5
"Oh, it's you..." Shin grumbled, hoping for something more exciting. The Daeva were sometimes interesting because of thier mind games but mostly too emotional to have any fun with. "Just having a little fun, that's not a crime, is it?" He grinned, swinging his sword in front of him and flicking off the remaining blood before putting it behind his back.
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Post by (Deceased) Jens Nielsen on Feb 3, 2009 16:20:30 GMT -5
"Typical, always so brutal" Jens could tell Ajora was there. "So how bout you put that sword away and I won't have to spread embarassing secrets huh?" He smiled and turned away.
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Post by Shinsei Turner on Feb 3, 2009 16:23:19 GMT -5
"It's already away, see?" He turned around and laughed, knowing he could handle even a back attack should this one choose to do so. "And what secrets might you be referring to?" He turned back around to look at the Daeva.
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Post by (Deceased) Jens Nielsen on Feb 3, 2009 16:24:51 GMT -5
"I can read your mind" He turned around. "Sorry I'm Jens" Jens extended his hand.
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Post by Shinsei Turner on Feb 3, 2009 16:28:54 GMT -5
Shin laughed and shrugged. "Either you're bluffing or don't know what I find embarrassing." His clan was very brutal and violent, not the kind to care much for gossip. Most of the time his thoughts were clouded by violence and blood anyway, not leaving room for much else besides plans for more killing. "I am Shinsei, ruler of the so-called 'Gangrel scum' as you call us." He nodded to the hand, rarely performing any such gestures of trust. Handshakes were a show of being unarmed to show someone that you weren't hostile, he was armed, and he was most definitely hostile.
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Post by (Deceased) Jens Nielsen on Feb 3, 2009 16:32:08 GMT -5
"I know you are there ruler" He sat on the floor. "Sorry for calling you scum" Jens yawned "I'm tired"
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Post by Ajora on Feb 3, 2009 16:32:24 GMT -5
Finally, a fellow master of blades. Hopefully, her almost 400 years of sheer training will pay off, and allow her to walk away from this. She draws both her Katana, and walks into the light of a streetlight. There's now way she went unheard, but... "Your move sir." She assumes a defensive stance, and braces for a good fight.
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Post by Shinsei Turner on Feb 3, 2009 16:43:32 GMT -5
Shin smirked, shaking his head at the bemusement of the former. He watched as the other came into the light. "Ah, so you're the one from earlier." He yawned lightly. "I don't need to use my sword to beat someone, you don't know who you're dealing with. Eighteen hundred years of life and devotion to strength alone have their advantages." He chuckled
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Post by Ajora on Feb 3, 2009 16:47:20 GMT -5
"Shinsei!" She shouted. "I should have known it was you, few go out solitary just for sport in these times...." She tensed. "Would he try to start something? Surely he knows of me, but if he wants blood...Jens, thoughts?" she thinks, not moving a muscle.
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Post by (Deceased) Jens Nielsen on Feb 4, 2009 2:07:33 GMT -5
"I can still hear you Ajora" He said to her in his head. "He is so hard to read" Hens stood up and coughed. "Sorry Shall I stand to the side?" He said loudly.
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Post by Ajora on Feb 4, 2009 15:31:59 GMT -5
"You can't push me around Shinsei" she spoke with defiance radiating from her. "I've fought with you enough that you just can't intimidate me anymore." She senses his bloodlust is greater than usual. So be it. Ajora sheaths her blades and puts her hands into her cloak, hidden from view. Standing over 20 feet away, she knows she'll have the reaction time if he so much as takes a step towards herself. "This needs not to turn into a fight."
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