Wraithblade6 Member
Interrogator Chaplain
STATUS: I may not come back. It was nice playing with you all. I wish you all good lives. 6 yrs ago
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I may not come back. It was nice playing with you all. I wish you all good lives.
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The fires of hell did not kill me.
9 yrs ago
No shoes no shirt and I still get service WHY?!
9 yrs ago
Too tired to post.
9 yrs ago
God told me, I've already got the life.....
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So Ford shot Mithias, But Hank Brainwashed Ford, But Mithias Turned Hank. So in a way, Mithias shot himself.
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The only issue is that HIVE are 100% xenophobic against vampires.
This is true. They are just as uninterested in hiring vamps as Purge would be. You could do some mission for Freelancer, or solo, or other private organizations run by rich vampire lords, or Yamada, or make up your own.
Mithias rose up, a bloody wound straight through his back and out the front, vampire blood on his clothes. that armored freelancer had shot him point blank. He grit his teeth and glared at Ford. York punched Ford. "Thank you." Mithias said to York. At least York (et al) knew quickly how to disarm the bomb.
Mithias sighed heavily. His wound had already healed. He was lucky enough to be a vampire who was completely unaffected by silver, hence the cross on his neck. The little thing was a precious momento, and only its holiness caused it to singe his skin. The vampire's anger was quickly replaced with relief and gratitude as he went to rouse Hank. Hank would also be immune to the silver, but being shot was still very painful and debilitating.
Mithias sighed heavily. His wound had already healed. He was lucky enough to be a vampire who was completely unaffected by silver, hence the cross on his neck. The little thing was a precious momento, and only its holiness caused it to singe his skin. The vampire's anger was quickly replaced with relief and gratitude as he went to rouse Hank. Hank would also be immune to the silver, but being shot was still very painful and debilitating.
Ford shot them, Wraith was posting a little bit past tense so I did a post to explain Ford at the bomb when Hank and Mithas were already at it.
Ford is next to the bomb right? Cuz Mithias is unaffected by silver.... and he's pretty pissed off.
Did i get shot? What the hell... *goes to read*
@Remipa Awesome
(Edit: ok, this happens during the ensuing firefight. Mith is at the bomb on the truck.)
If Mithias' had a heart, it jumped into his throat in terror as the alarm went off on the timer. Finding himself still alive, and not 90% incinerated in a dumpster like last time, he was momentarily relieved, but as far as he knew, they only had mere seconds of existance left. Mithias had lived through a giagantic explosion once, waking up to find himself in a capsule in a mad scientist's lab. That whole debacle had been hell.
But hopefully, history wasn't about to repeat itself. He saw Hank drop down. "Ah! My idea isn't going to happen if we die right now. You've got to pull yourself together Hank. You built this bomb. You have to disarm it. Trust me. I swear I will make it worth your while."
Mithias ran over to the bomb to see if he could figure out how the hell Hank had rigged it. His chance of disarming the thing was less than Hank's, and he scowled at it. "Even if we start running now, we'd still likely die, and all those people will too. But that isn't going to happen. We are not living with that shame. Death before dishonor." Mithias kept scanning over the wires, trying to quickly understand them. He was serious and pissed and truly relentless. He tried to find the power to the timer and see if it had any trap failsafes on it. "I don't know how fast I can do this. I can tell you from experience, getting blown up is not fun."
(Edit: ok, this happens during the ensuing firefight. Mith is at the bomb on the truck.)
If Mithias' had a heart, it jumped into his throat in terror as the alarm went off on the timer. Finding himself still alive, and not 90% incinerated in a dumpster like last time, he was momentarily relieved, but as far as he knew, they only had mere seconds of existance left. Mithias had lived through a giagantic explosion once, waking up to find himself in a capsule in a mad scientist's lab. That whole debacle had been hell.
But hopefully, history wasn't about to repeat itself. He saw Hank drop down. "Ah! My idea isn't going to happen if we die right now. You've got to pull yourself together Hank. You built this bomb. You have to disarm it. Trust me. I swear I will make it worth your while."
Mithias ran over to the bomb to see if he could figure out how the hell Hank had rigged it. His chance of disarming the thing was less than Hank's, and he scowled at it. "Even if we start running now, we'd still likely die, and all those people will too. But that isn't going to happen. We are not living with that shame. Death before dishonor." Mithias kept scanning over the wires, trying to quickly understand them. He was serious and pissed and truly relentless. He tried to find the power to the timer and see if it had any trap failsafes on it. "I don't know how fast I can do this. I can tell you from experience, getting blown up is not fun."
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Only 'issue' is, that with all the Vampire Love it will no doubt go in the Yaoi section.
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