The Grey Dust

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Well, I'm not sure. Technically it's a three way victory. The Purge killed the vampire threat and SOLIDER. +1 for terrorist extremists. The Vampires declared war and destroyed SOLIDER base. +1 for vampires. The SOLIDER killed a greater vampire threat within the region. +1 for SOLIDER. That being said, we should consider the dynamics of numbers in the seemingly countless/countable minions each side happens to have.

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Caliburn??

@Wraithblade6

Caliburn, an alternative name for Excalibur.

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Alternatively, you could claim you've killed Bedivere found this old axe in his briefcase... Seemed to be important, hence you took it. (Caliburn is hidden as his umbrella.)

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... I wonder how the girls feel about baths now.

@Wraithblade6

Take a bath, and you get bitten by a hungry vampire. Take a shower, you get a knife murderer. Filthy humans.

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Oh god that's horrid. Btw, "Bedi" can just water-port back anytime, right?

@Wraithblade6

Yes. He can step into a hot tub and appear in the dead sea. Although it would not be very wise to do so during the daylight hours as that would be moving outdoors where he is a regular human... who can walk on water <_>

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-makes a joke about agent orange- Bedivere's going to head back to Camelot to rest and reflect upon the battle. In the mean time, perhaps I should begin writing out the scientist's background and history. I think he will be a descendant of Dr. Faustus, who is seeking to repent before god for the sins of his ancestor. 24 generations were to be damned by Dr. Faustus's bargain, and this particular character is the 23rd of Faustus' line. A biotechnologist who own a company which now produces Purge Tech. Unfortunately the family curse forces him to be little more than a brain in a mechanized suit now.

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I told you Magnus was a male stripper.

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I've been killing year beasts on Dota.

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Edited per your post Shikaru. Also, this should be interesting. I wonder if where Rhyss would stand in all this. Odd back alley deals going on?

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Three times before it crows. The battle was not without its causalities, a necessary good for the lot of younglings killed. Such young ones offered no respect, not to old relics they have never even heard of. Such respect was lost in the new age of vampires, like inbreeding humans, they have lost true tenacity. Worthless as footmen incapable of killing even a single human by themselves. Even with their enhanced speeds and strength they had no tactical ability to use their numbers save for being like rats crawling over a giant. Would it be a human victory? Cockroaches which infested the earth are so difficult to kill. "Kill him then. You assume he is one of mine. But I assure you M'lady, I am in no ways attached to my wards." The raven retorted so nonchalantly. "If he were my ward, he would deserve such a death being caught like this once again, he must enjoy living at death's doorstep." Hopefully it was clear enough that Mithias was not from the same stock as Bedivere. The young vampire had seemed to managed to always get himself into some dire straits. One would think fate had a fate far worse than he than this. But just as Bedivere was going to address the kinslayer, femme fatale, from the fading life of his perch, did Gabriel speak. "I was wondering when you would get bored of playing at the table to come join us you Old Coder, Gabriel. But it seems you are not eve going to give us the honor of your actually presence. But please, you and I both know Lord Shane had truly underestimated the situation. Tipping the odds in our favour requires the elders, and I am afraid it is a very long flight back to Britainnia, with the five hour time change." A joke perhaps, given that Bedivere needs not to use the flight of men to travel between the nations. Yet, there was a truth within the dark humor of the dark lord, as though it was night here, it would soon become morningtide in the U.K. By the breaking of dawn, it would better to be in homesoil than be fighting the futile battle. More information was needed however still, and reconnaissance was needed before another strike. To cast a long shadow would be best, from a very distant place. With the fading of Gabriel's puppet, another man appeared, suddenly armed and questioning the young vampire to explain. Too many interruptions, the Raven morphed back into the form of a man, well rather the vampire of a man, as Bedivere took to his humanoid form. "I am afraid there is little to explain. One battle is far from anything to be concerned about." Dressed in his business suit and bowler, umbrella tucked underneath an arm, he opened his black briefcase to procure an earth-soiled tomahawk, slightly rusted but still considerably beautiful as an antique. "I had intended to add this into my collection, however it would be more use to you than I as of now. Show it to the right person, and perhaps you will gain yourself a temporary ally as she should know the significance of this little axe. The Purge after all is the common enemy here, dare I say that the SOLIDER should not take their extremism so lightly, nor should you M'lady, for they too will kill your ward and perhaps even worse, deprive you of the vengeance you so desire... Catch." With a simple sudden toss, hatchet became a whirling blade soaring at Mithias who should have reacted rather quickly to avoid an axe to his chest. Though similarly, in such an event, it would also allow Mithias a non-hostile reason to make an action to save his neck from being swiftly cut by the Kinslayer's blade and distance himself away from it. After all, one does not use a prized antique tomahawk which had been buried for two centuries so lightly as a means to kill someone. No something like that belongs in a museum... "I bid you all, a good evening." With that, Lord Bedivere seemed to fade into the darkness surrounding him, as his form almost melted into the night. Even old vampires must rest.