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The World of Blood Compact

And back! Been... a crazy week. Scary one too. But things are okay now. Will need some time to catch up then I can see what I can do about a post.

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And Hank's not in England yet...

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@Wraithblade6

Awesome!

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@Wraithblade6
When I read the most recent post, I thought this:



Please someone else get the joke...

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@Silent Observer

Oh I get it, don't worry. Hunter just acts a lot different when not drunk and forced to be sober for long periods of time.

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Hank Miller

A middle aged man walked his way across an old RV. The man looked experienced, well disciplined, and confident. Despite the fact his clothes were torn to pieces. The RV it self looks like it had its own personal tornado run through it. With pots, pans, tools, and varnish firearms scattered through out the place. Cabinets opened and broken, and the side door almost completely off its hinges. But the man didn't seem to care. He just grabbed the fallen coffee machine off the ground and made himself a cup. Stopping only once to deal with the banging below the floor. "Shut up already! I'll deal with you in a bit." The man then finished up his coffee, walking his way over to a small closet. Inside a collection of blades, guns, and other strange odds and ends. He grabbed a large blade, spanning at least three feet, sharp enough to cut metal.

The man walked himself outside, pushing the broken side door out of his way as he walked. The RV was parked in the middle of a desert somewhere in the south western section of the United States. "You're gonna pay for the damage you did boy." He opened a storage compartment built into the undercarriage of the mobile home, then stepped back. "You have any last words before I kill you dirtbag?" As he spoke, an old man stepped out of the storage compartment. His clothes torn and beaten. His hair missing at points, and greying heavily. Dog tags hung from his neck reading, "Hank P Miller". He rubbed the blood off his face with his dirty fingers. "Now that you mention it? I do. More of a question actually." The middle aged man looked at him with confusion. "What the hell would you want to ask moments before I gut your damn ass?" Hank smiled to his opponent. "How dependent are vampires on their sight?" The man with the blade stood in confusion for a moment. Wondering what the old man could be planning. "You must thing I am some kind of stupid? Is that it?" He looked at the machete, then back to the old man. "You know what? Doesn't matter. Gonna kill you anyways." He readied the blade to attack, the old man stepped into the swing, barely avoiding it. Then kicking the man down to the dirt.

The man stood up fast, faster then a human should be able to. "You having fun human!?" Screamed as the mans fangs showed. Soon grabbing Hank by the neck faster then Hank could react. "Not, really. Work isn't fun. Just a job that needs to get done." Hank spent many years hunting vampires. Many times some will follow him back to his home of residence in attempts to get revenge or to get him before he can get them. After a while Hank had to start preparing for this.

Hank grabbed what looked like a simple bar in the framing of the RV, reveling it to be a makeshift lever. Before either Hank or the vampire could respond to this action, the two were separated by a force that Hank believed to be stronger the both Humans and most vampires. "BOOM!" Roared the shotgun from behind the aluminum frame, sending the vampire back about ten feet. The gun was placed to be close to head level in hopes for a decapitation. Though this vampire was slightly taller then average. Suffering blood loss from the twelve gauge slug the vampire struggled to focus again as his shoulder started healing. "That's it!" He tried to stand to attack Hank. Only dropping as Hank's blade removed the vampires foot. "I want you to know that I don't take pleasure in this. That if need be I would leave you alone. But I can't." The vampire tried to stand again, this time being successful, but being limited to standing on a stump and his already messed up foot.

The vampire charged Hank out of rage, but with out decent balance or with out his advantage of speed, he was an easy target for Hank. Hank swung the blade sideways severing the vampires head. "We all have to pay for our crimes someday, just unfortunate for you that my time comes later then yours." He went to work. Now he had a body to deal with, and he was limited on time. So he dug a hole for the vampire's body, and a separate one for the head just in case. He set them both ablaze, then after it stopped, burring them both. He knelled over the newly dug grave. "I know I said this before, but I really am sorry ti came to this. But when you start killing for your own needs, murdering the innocent? That's when we have a problem." He stood up. "I'm sure if there is a hell you'll be waiting for me. I'll be ready when I meet you and the others." He walked back to the RV, using a small cable to hold the side door on as he drove off. Hank never did get his question answered though, he would have to do that another time.

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Also posting for Hank now, Kathryn is waiting until some more details are sorted out but Hank's post will be up once I finish writing it.

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POSTED!

Took... a lot longer then I wanted it to take. But it's up now! I am going to try to get post up more often.

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Hunter

Jareth asked Hunter about his car, how he was still driving it despite not having keys for it anymore. "Well for a few weeks I wasn't driving, then when I needed to start driving again I wasn't able to get my keys back for... lots of reasons. So I hot wired my own car. I figured that was a skill I was never going to need, but hey! It works. Then after a while of hot wiring my own car and getting arrested for people thinking I was stealing a car I simply made a new starter system." Hunter leaned back and smiled with pride. "Now it's like an electric lock combination that only I know."

Later things turned out pretty nice. The guys played video games until Hunter ran out of quarters... and cash... and coupons. But Hunter enjoyed himself. By the time everyone went their separate ways to get ready for the party Hunter was dumb founded a bit. As he looked at his bag on the couch he was deciding what to wear to the party. Was this something he was going to have to dress at least casual nice? Was this something he could go shirtless to? Or was this one of those parties where he didn't have to wear any clothes? then again those parties always end funny, and generally it just turns out he was drunk again. "Reason 57 to quit drinking..." He said as the thought about past parties.

He eventually decided to wear his swim shorts and a t-shirt with a picture of a tux on the front. The way he say it, perfect combination of casual, comfortable, and professional. Though as he packed up his bag again he noticed something. The strange band shirt. The one he woke up with this morning. Not sure what to do with it he balled it up and crammed it in the larger of the pockets in his shorts. And having already spent what money he could spare for the day Hunter decided to leave his wallet in his bag. Then at least if it was lost or he forgot it he wouldn't lose it on a ship. Or it would be stolen and he would have a chance to show off his awesome ass kicking skills. At least awesome in his eyes. Lacking strength, form, or all around coordination the only advantage he had in a fight would be some height to him. Even that wasn't much compared to a lot of guys.

PARTY TIME! Hunter thought as the trio arrived. "Alright! Time to dance, drink, blow something up, and have fun!" He stopped to think for a moment. "Other then I can't dance.... I'm quitting drinking... and we're on a boat and explosions are a bad idea... We can still have fun!" He was ready for a good time. Then Jareth mentioned something about leaving for the center of the party. "Okaaay then..." Hunter trying to rely on his soberness wasn't all outgoing. He was hoping to motivate himself by sticking around with Jules and Jareth. Three's a crowd anyways! "Jules!" And he froze, Hunter was at a blank. Now what? He got his friends attention, and froze. "I've never been to a party sober, what now?"

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@Silent Observer
My brain has been recently fried... Work is... really not going so well. Looking for new jobs right when I am preparing the biggest adventure of my life! And with that school has been... iffy. I am doing great in glasses I don't need to pass, and one of the ones I need most to pass I have the lowest grade int he class. And with that the teacher gives us our next two big projects before we finish the first ones! I... am not doing so good right now.