Themerlinhawk

Hell's Angels (Not a Biker RP)

Samael moved from his purch on the barstool to join Aren at the table festooned with the dead corpse of an Imp. He carefully picked his was around the pooling visceral organs but his foot slipped once. For a second Samael eyes clouded again with grey light only this time the light was shot through with black veins which worked there way from the corners of his eye toward the center. Samael set his jaw for a moment concentrating and pushed the blackness back. With that he finished picking his way to Aren and sat down calmly.

Samael turned and spoke softly to Aren wilst Mlicham was hurling projectiles at a cork board with a disturbing ammount of accuracy and Rahab was fishing behind the bar for a coke. The two exchanged words for a moment before Aren closed his eyes for a moment and cocked his head as though listening to something and his mouth worked like he was talking before he nodded his head and gave Samael a knowing look.

Aren stood from the table "Well now that we've gotten to know each other nicely I'm going to have to bid you goodbye and all that jazz. The big man has decided I'm of use somewhere else away from the party scene. You kids have fun I'm sure we'll be working together soon enough" With that Aren stood and strode out of the Bar and with a titanic heave of his wings ascended into the still raining sky.

Samael sniffed "Well. I didn't realise I was such a terrible conversationalist. I don't think god has ever been used as an excuse to get out of talking to me. Mabye as an excuse to try and kill me but never to flee a conversation." Samael's mouth twitched into a grin.

Hell's Angels (Not a Biker RP)

You got it, I'll try and make sure we don't make it too far along without ya

Hell's Angels (Not a Biker RP)

Hey guys just letting you know Arlear is gonna be out for about two weeks so I will be keeping the ball rolling for a bit. I'll give everyone some time to post then move things along a bit

The Bloodletting - Victorian Era Monster RP - 2 Spots Open

When you're only a deccent shot and not particularly talented at any form of combat you gotta be clever in order to win. He's an investigator first and foremost.

but thank you :)

The Bloodletting - Victorian Era Monster RP - 2 Spots Open

Sir Easton is in position

The Bloodletting - Victorian Era Monster RP - 2 Spots Open

Sir Easton broke the barrel of his newly sawn off shot gun checking that both rounds were the buckshot, no use having a fantastic spread if you . With that he snapped the gun back closed and nodded to Marcus "Im going to position myself in that door way. No use being super far away from the bastard when he goes for the heart. And if her runs the alley will confine my shot pattern to just the alleyway, less chance of civilian casualties and all that"

Eric had also added a short hanger sword to his belt, he was after all a knight but he doubted it would be much more that a fall back or a means of decapitating that bastard if he could get close enough but he would rely on his shot gun and revolver to get the job down. "If only we had a couple hounds we could sick them on him" With that Eric headed off down the alley way. Producing the jar of heart he undid the lid and dumped the offending object onto the cobble stones of the alley before he moved to the doorway and surreptitiously looked both ways down the alley before putting his shoulder into the door forcing the lock. With that he moved into the back room of a shop off the alleyway closing the door behind him. Sir Easton released the safety from his shotgun and pressed himself up against the doorway and peered out of the window on the door into the murky alleyway. He had an almost unobstructed view of the alley but someone looking in would have a hard time of it because of the pitch dark interior of the shop. With that The Raven settled in to wait for his prey.

The Bloodletting - Victorian Era Monster RP - 2 Spots Open

I'm thinking that at this juncture it might behoove us to move to hunting the Ripper because we have our lure, we have a plan, and we have the info we need on the Ripper. I don't think there is too much more to be had from the current scene

Hell's Angels (Not a Biker RP)

Samael inclined his head calmly toward Rahab at the mention of past battles "I'm sure it will be a pleasure to fight along side you once again" If Samael's pale grey eyes could express gentle mocking and mild amusement they did. He hooked his right foot through a bar stool and pulled it over to him and sat down. As he did the faint aura surrounding him faded and his clothing morphed into a olive drab T-shirt and a pair of tan cargo pants. Talio didn't change however Samael's sword belt changed so Talio's frog was at angle allowing for a faster unimpeded draw. His eyes also lost their pale grey monocrome and became normal human eyes of emerald green.

Once he had comfortably perched himself on the barstool he folded his hands in his lap sedately. Though his posture radiated a calm and relaxed feel anyone with combat training could see that his right hand was placed on top of his left and his hands where placed on his left thigh close to the hilt of Talio and his legs dangled from the barstool at a gentle angle so it would only be a matter of shifting his weight forward to clear the bar stool and draw the sword. He also had his back to the bar which meant no one could come at hm through a window or doorway without him noticing them first.

"So, when do we get our little party started?" Samael's voice had the same calmly mocking and joking tone to it but his eyes where bright and sharp in contrast to a voice that sounded like it was on the edge of a quite laugh.

Hell's Angels (Not a Biker RP)

sounds good

Hell's Angels (Not a Biker RP)

okay how long do we want to wait for poison to post?