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I don't do this often, but could you add a little more. Like, James's response to the question? He doesn't have to say anything, but it would give me more to respond to if he actually did something. Not tear the place up either :P
The building is an old warehouse, so it's got overhead walkways, and catwalks and several smaller work rooms. When I wrote "As soon as the light vanishes from sigh" or something like that it was because all the decoys moved into the building and they closed the door behind them. Yes, they were using decoy slaves. Also, I always pictures the way up the the warehouse overgrown so they wouldn't have to go in to the open,and could do the actual ambush inside. Also, if they are shooting walls and stuff, there no way to say they aren't shooting the slaves inside so I wouldn't see him risking that. But that's you're call if you wanna shoot the building itself. The "Slaves" are being held in a big room on the inside, so they would have to go in anyways and deal with those guarding the "Prisoners". If you attack outside, the prisoners maybe mowed down before you get in there. (I watch too much TV :P)
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“Thanks Kiel.” The twin's voices resonate in unison as each clings to him and smiles. The priest rolls his eyes but keeps an eye on the man who had been getting a bit rough with the girls. The tall man stalks off, shouting about how 'It just wasn't worth the trouble' and 'he can find cheaper tail'. As soon as he's out of sight Kiel gives the girls a hard look and they both simply giggle back at him.
“One of these days. . .” he starts, however they both lean up to kiss him on the cheeks.
As they drop back on to their heels, still clutching his arms they say together, “you're gonna end up in a hard trick and I'll be the one carving your grave stones.” They giggle again and the priest can not help but smile back for a moment.
“We know Kiel.” The one on his left chimes.
“But hey, at least we'll have someone at our funerals now. Right sis?” the other adds. The one on his left nods and they both give him a squeeze before moving off to continue working their beat.
With a sigh Kiel scoops up his shopping bag and continues towards the church. The rest of the day had been a bust. 'No one seems to know anything about this new gang. I really hope my contacts can find m some leads soon. Zach needs time to heal, but if the gang gets a hold of anyone else. . .' He shakes his head, chewing his lip lightly. As he passes through the archway leading on to the church grounds he heads straight inside. A couple of the regulars are cleaning the front hall and wave at him as he passes. 'I almost forgot it was cleaning day. They are so good to volunteer. I hope some of my kids will try it again this year'
Making his way down the stairs to the basement he takes in a deep breath and smiles at the smell coming from the kitchen. As he slips inside the cook and her assistants give him smiles. The head cook wanders over, tasting the food as she passes and ends up standing in front of Kiel. He gives he a happy look, but her eyes go to the bag in his hand. When she looks back up with an eyebrow raised he holds up his hands in the 'Don't shoot me' position. “It's just something my guest asked for. Don't worry, I'm not trying to step on your toes sister.”
Sister Caroline has only been the cook for the parish for six years, but she has become fiercely protective of what she refers to 'Her turf' and doesn't even let anyone so much as use the microwave without telling her first. She rolls her eyes and behind her Mrs. Henasi chuckles good-naturedly. “Good, because it's too late for me to be taking requests Kiel.”
'No one really calls me father around here' he muses, giving the sister a pat on the arm. 'I suppose my age doesn't help that' “So, Sister, would you be able to set me up with two plates? I'm sure my guest is hungry, and I know I am.”
She raises an eyebrow at him again. “Oh, so you actually WANT my cooking now. I thought you were all into cooking for yourself now.”
Mrs. Henasi makes a tutting sounds. “Now dear, don't pick on the poor dear. He just wanted to learn a new skill! Isn't that right Kiel?” The young priest nods vigorously and Caroline just snorts as she turns away. Mrs. Henasi gives him a wink as the younger woman stalks around the kitchen preparing what Kiel asked for.
“One of these days. . .” he starts, however they both lean up to kiss him on the cheeks.
As they drop back on to their heels, still clutching his arms they say together, “you're gonna end up in a hard trick and I'll be the one carving your grave stones.” They giggle again and the priest can not help but smile back for a moment.
“We know Kiel.” The one on his left chimes.
“But hey, at least we'll have someone at our funerals now. Right sis?” the other adds. The one on his left nods and they both give him a squeeze before moving off to continue working their beat.
With a sigh Kiel scoops up his shopping bag and continues towards the church. The rest of the day had been a bust. 'No one seems to know anything about this new gang. I really hope my contacts can find m some leads soon. Zach needs time to heal, but if the gang gets a hold of anyone else. . .' He shakes his head, chewing his lip lightly. As he passes through the archway leading on to the church grounds he heads straight inside. A couple of the regulars are cleaning the front hall and wave at him as he passes. 'I almost forgot it was cleaning day. They are so good to volunteer. I hope some of my kids will try it again this year'
Making his way down the stairs to the basement he takes in a deep breath and smiles at the smell coming from the kitchen. As he slips inside the cook and her assistants give him smiles. The head cook wanders over, tasting the food as she passes and ends up standing in front of Kiel. He gives he a happy look, but her eyes go to the bag in his hand. When she looks back up with an eyebrow raised he holds up his hands in the 'Don't shoot me' position. “It's just something my guest asked for. Don't worry, I'm not trying to step on your toes sister.”
Sister Caroline has only been the cook for the parish for six years, but she has become fiercely protective of what she refers to 'Her turf' and doesn't even let anyone so much as use the microwave without telling her first. She rolls her eyes and behind her Mrs. Henasi chuckles good-naturedly. “Good, because it's too late for me to be taking requests Kiel.”
'No one really calls me father around here' he muses, giving the sister a pat on the arm. 'I suppose my age doesn't help that' “So, Sister, would you be able to set me up with two plates? I'm sure my guest is hungry, and I know I am.”
She raises an eyebrow at him again. “Oh, so you actually WANT my cooking now. I thought you were all into cooking for yourself now.”
Mrs. Henasi makes a tutting sounds. “Now dear, don't pick on the poor dear. He just wanted to learn a new skill! Isn't that right Kiel?” The young priest nods vigorously and Caroline just snorts as she turns away. Mrs. Henasi gives him a wink as the younger woman stalks around the kitchen preparing what Kiel asked for.
The youkai remains tense, his eyes glaring around at the others. One of his ears snaps in the boy's direction when he speaks and he can't hold back a chuckle at the sight of them fleeing. 'This kid is smart. Taking advantage of this really odd situation like this. Yes I. . . .' His whole body freezes as the reality of what he's just done begins to sink in. Before he really has a chance to come up with something solid, or even a good excuse to make himself feel better, the voice sounds from behind him again.
He turns his head just far enough to see the young man still laid out on the ground. 'Only time will tell if this was worth it' He listens silently to the questions, trying to come up with answers. However when the boy apologizes to him his mind clears and all he can do is smile. “I am what I am, here of my own volition.” His voice is a bit rough from lack of use, but the low purr in the back of his throat helps to smooth everything out a little. “You do not deserve the things that happen to you young one, and I just could not take it any more.” He turns a bit more, looking upon the human with both eyes. His smile is very soft, and cat like, his tail moving lazily back and forth.
He moves slowly closer to the kid, as he moves his body transitions smoothly into his animal form until at last he stands as his fully feline self beside the boy. Looking down into his face he licks his lips carefully and murmurs, “I did not mind being called yours young one.” With that, he jumps over the young man and slinks off around a corner. Once out of sight he begins making his way slowly back to his sleeping perch. 'I can not believe I just did that. I even spoke to him while in disguise! I think I have lost my mind. The elders would skin me alive if they knew about what I just did' He growls lightly, his brain paining him slightly from the stress.
He turns his head just far enough to see the young man still laid out on the ground. 'Only time will tell if this was worth it' He listens silently to the questions, trying to come up with answers. However when the boy apologizes to him his mind clears and all he can do is smile. “I am what I am, here of my own volition.” His voice is a bit rough from lack of use, but the low purr in the back of his throat helps to smooth everything out a little. “You do not deserve the things that happen to you young one, and I just could not take it any more.” He turns a bit more, looking upon the human with both eyes. His smile is very soft, and cat like, his tail moving lazily back and forth.
He moves slowly closer to the kid, as he moves his body transitions smoothly into his animal form until at last he stands as his fully feline self beside the boy. Looking down into his face he licks his lips carefully and murmurs, “I did not mind being called yours young one.” With that, he jumps over the young man and slinks off around a corner. Once out of sight he begins making his way slowly back to his sleeping perch. 'I can not believe I just did that. I even spoke to him while in disguise! I think I have lost my mind. The elders would skin me alive if they knew about what I just did' He growls lightly, his brain paining him slightly from the stress.
I got the first half done, but I just took a look at your Erik section and I think you missed the fact that everybody was already inside by the end of my post. Soooo. . . . .Not sure if you want me to change mine, or if you wanna change yours, or, what. . . .?
'So, a doctor. Good choice' His face does not show it but on the inside he pouts at the fact that he has to put on clothing now. 'Clothes are such a nuisance. Clothes should be outlawed' However before he can express his displeasure there is a knock at the door. His eyes pan over the the large ornate wood covering the entrance to the room. Taking a deep breath he takes in the scent of the ones behind it. 'Two young woman, smell of cleaning supplies. And a young man, more cleaning supplies and some incense. Common servant with the favor of a richer human. Most likely a lover'
He blinks slowly once at the man sharing the bed with him before sliding off the plush mattress and popping a few more joints. As his arms fall to his sides the cloak that had gone missing some time in the night from the floor re-materializes around his nude figure. The fabric knits together in the front so he can move without his bare body being exposed with every step. The voice calls through the door once more, “Highness, is everything alright?” Kinn turns back towards the bed, crossing his arms over his stomach after pulling his hood up. His thin fingers slip into opposite sleeves as he waits for what is to happen next.
He blinks slowly once at the man sharing the bed with him before sliding off the plush mattress and popping a few more joints. As his arms fall to his sides the cloak that had gone missing some time in the night from the floor re-materializes around his nude figure. The fabric knits together in the front so he can move without his bare body being exposed with every step. The voice calls through the door once more, “Highness, is everything alright?” Kinn turns back towards the bed, crossing his arms over his stomach after pulling his hood up. His thin fingers slip into opposite sleeves as he waits for what is to happen next.
Dorian listens quietly, letting the young man lead them out of the barn. He smiles at the clingyness but lets you young man have his way for now as far as directionality goes. 'He is right, there is a chance that the attention may be a bad thing, but for now it is all we have. Besides, we have one of my best horses and as long as we do not go too far from the barn, we can escape here without much fuss' He hums lightly, watching a small group of humans stumble out of a bar and go about their drunken way. He taps gently on the back of James's hand with his finger tips as he tries to find a good place to start.
“You may stay with me then, however I do not want to wandering too far should something catch your interest. Although, let me know when this happens for it may be a clue I wish to examine.” With that he gives the young man's hand a squeeze and walks towards one of the more rowdy sounding taverns down at the end of the street. The sounds of the night fade away into the noisy banter of the bar patrons as they draw close and with a final glance at James he heads through the door carefully. Inside the smell of booze and bodies makes Dorian cringe inwardly.
However he keeps his displeasure to himself and looks about the place with a practiced look of disinterest. 'As long as you look like you are looking for nothing, you are more likely to find something of interest' A sudden shout from the far wall makes Dorian's head snap around.
“Squire! Good to see you again!” The elder vampire puts a smile on when he spots a couple of the men from the woods drinking at a table along the wall.
'The young man who took my horse, and the one with the gun if I recall' Raising a hand in greeting he moves through the crowd towards them. He is careful to hold James tight and move through gaps in the bodies that are big enough for the both of them to fit through. As the come up to the table a server finds them and Dorian orders a red wine before drawing up to the table proper. There are no chairs at this table, the patrons meant to stand at the elbow high platform protruding from the wall.
The two men greet him with smiles and curious looks at James. Dorian however knows how to keep them from asking too many questions. “Good to see you again. That walk was just what I needed, and the weather could not have been more accommodating.” The men bust out laughing and he affords them an amused smile. Turning to the younger of the two he gives a little bow of the head. “And I must thank you again for taking care of my horse. He is settling comfortably now.” The young man nods and takes a drink from his mug. 'Ignoring the person on your arm is a great way to get others to ignore them. It works every time'
“You may stay with me then, however I do not want to wandering too far should something catch your interest. Although, let me know when this happens for it may be a clue I wish to examine.” With that he gives the young man's hand a squeeze and walks towards one of the more rowdy sounding taverns down at the end of the street. The sounds of the night fade away into the noisy banter of the bar patrons as they draw close and with a final glance at James he heads through the door carefully. Inside the smell of booze and bodies makes Dorian cringe inwardly.
However he keeps his displeasure to himself and looks about the place with a practiced look of disinterest. 'As long as you look like you are looking for nothing, you are more likely to find something of interest' A sudden shout from the far wall makes Dorian's head snap around.
“Squire! Good to see you again!” The elder vampire puts a smile on when he spots a couple of the men from the woods drinking at a table along the wall.
'The young man who took my horse, and the one with the gun if I recall' Raising a hand in greeting he moves through the crowd towards them. He is careful to hold James tight and move through gaps in the bodies that are big enough for the both of them to fit through. As the come up to the table a server finds them and Dorian orders a red wine before drawing up to the table proper. There are no chairs at this table, the patrons meant to stand at the elbow high platform protruding from the wall.
The two men greet him with smiles and curious looks at James. Dorian however knows how to keep them from asking too many questions. “Good to see you again. That walk was just what I needed, and the weather could not have been more accommodating.” The men bust out laughing and he affords them an amused smile. Turning to the younger of the two he gives a little bow of the head. “And I must thank you again for taking care of my horse. He is settling comfortably now.” The young man nods and takes a drink from his mug. 'Ignoring the person on your arm is a great way to get others to ignore them. It works every time'
His eyes almost glaze over as Enasi describes the scene in their dream. His mind seems to fold back into that moment and a faint smile comes to his lips. 'Is funny, a part of me misses that place so badly, and how I felt around Enasi there, however. . . .The thought of actually doing those things here, in this reality, feels far less appealing. Being so close, and so open. I didn't even think about it then, but I didn't have to hold back. . . I'm not even sure there was anything TO hold back' Glancing back at the Dream Guardian his lips press together. 'I'll ask him if he noticed. . .Not that the moron even thinks to notice stuff. . . .like. . . .Crap, I need my pain meds, I feel like biting him'
A low sound rumbles in the back of his throat as Rue's hold on his energy slips even as he hold on Seishu's arm tightens. His eyes go down to the place where Rue is holding and his lips slips between his teeth. Just as he begins to contemplate just how to dis-articulate the little fist the hand lets go and Seishu's gaze is brought up to meet a pair of huge curious eyes. 'My realm? I know I've told him a bit about it. . .' His gaze travels to Enasi who seems to be looking Seishu over rather than at him. 'He really does like my hair' He can't hold back a grin at the thought and after a moment of gathering his thoughts he looks back to Rue.
“Yes Little Bite, it was very beautiful. In fact, it was a lot like my realm. I guess since the place was suppose to be neutral, it stayed dark.” Rue cocks his head, his brow furrowing. “Well, we deal with sleeping people mostly, and since most people sleep at night? Or that's my theory anyways.” Gesturing to the ceiling above he continues. “Just like you always have sun here, we always have the night. The moon waxes and wanes like it does on earth, but on the nights with full moons the entire land seems to glow brilliantly, almost like a foggy day with a low hanging sun I suppose would be about the same amount of brightness.” His voice grows distant as he thinks of his home. “There are vast fields of tall grass growing at the edges of ragged cliffs. The cliffs nearest my castle are covered with cave openings where the long tunnels that turn the underground into catacombs open into the fresh air.”
He turns his head as if looking around the place he is describing. "In those tunnels lives all manner of beings, but the larger tunnels lead to caverns with deep mineral rich pools and tall tall waterfalls coming out of the very rock. There is a vast lake that is fed by a huge treacherous river, and the lake is what feeds the waterfalls.” He turns to look down, his eyes unfocused. “Looking down from the castle walls you can see to the far side of the lake, the tall trees growing here and there along the lake filled with bats and leeches with long waving tentacles. Like shadow puppets with a watery backdrop.” He chuckles as he thinks about the sight. With a sigh he comes back to reality as a sharp pain laces through his stomach. His hands come up to clutch the spot and with a small growl he murmurs, “Doc, now.”
A low sound rumbles in the back of his throat as Rue's hold on his energy slips even as he hold on Seishu's arm tightens. His eyes go down to the place where Rue is holding and his lips slips between his teeth. Just as he begins to contemplate just how to dis-articulate the little fist the hand lets go and Seishu's gaze is brought up to meet a pair of huge curious eyes. 'My realm? I know I've told him a bit about it. . .' His gaze travels to Enasi who seems to be looking Seishu over rather than at him. 'He really does like my hair' He can't hold back a grin at the thought and after a moment of gathering his thoughts he looks back to Rue.
“Yes Little Bite, it was very beautiful. In fact, it was a lot like my realm. I guess since the place was suppose to be neutral, it stayed dark.” Rue cocks his head, his brow furrowing. “Well, we deal with sleeping people mostly, and since most people sleep at night? Or that's my theory anyways.” Gesturing to the ceiling above he continues. “Just like you always have sun here, we always have the night. The moon waxes and wanes like it does on earth, but on the nights with full moons the entire land seems to glow brilliantly, almost like a foggy day with a low hanging sun I suppose would be about the same amount of brightness.” His voice grows distant as he thinks of his home. “There are vast fields of tall grass growing at the edges of ragged cliffs. The cliffs nearest my castle are covered with cave openings where the long tunnels that turn the underground into catacombs open into the fresh air.”
He turns his head as if looking around the place he is describing. "In those tunnels lives all manner of beings, but the larger tunnels lead to caverns with deep mineral rich pools and tall tall waterfalls coming out of the very rock. There is a vast lake that is fed by a huge treacherous river, and the lake is what feeds the waterfalls.” He turns to look down, his eyes unfocused. “Looking down from the castle walls you can see to the far side of the lake, the tall trees growing here and there along the lake filled with bats and leeches with long waving tentacles. Like shadow puppets with a watery backdrop.” He chuckles as he thinks about the sight. With a sigh he comes back to reality as a sharp pain laces through his stomach. His hands come up to clutch the spot and with a small growl he murmurs, “Doc, now.”
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