02-21-2008
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In the fry Morgon had her blades sunk into many an attacker, keeping the Dreamists from getting into the base.
In the corner of her eye in the maddess she saw a fellow comrade fall, spraying his blood on anyone nearby, including on her dark jacket. Strange, as she didn't see anyone there... Dammit, theres a cloak, she thought as she hightened her guard, bewaring the hands of such a person. They were a stealthy bunch that could have her head before she could see them. 
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02-21-2008
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((The Black Fellowship is in Cross Brigade territory now, not Dreadmist....)
Clyde panted heavily and floated over towards Cross, "I'm sorry we didn't get here sooner... it's my fault for not noticing the men fast enough." he said, extending a hand to the panting, blood-stained leader... ~~~~~ Cross glared at Clyde, his vision was hazy with blood from others. He remembered something about a Dreadmist who could absorb people as a hand shot towards him, his instant reaction resulted in three rounds from both of his guns burying themselves into the very person he had been about to contact, "Shit... too late to save him... people need to speak louder... Cross Brigade! Surviving members stand up!" he suddenly turned, nothing moved...
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02-21-2008
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Jamie gracefully spun, slahing and hacking, weaving and ducking. Before him fell the traitors.
He saw a young woman, who herself was wiping out his own men, glance at the circle of bodies that had fallen. She was suspicoius. That was good.
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02-21-2008
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Clyde lay on the ground, blood running from the six gun shot wounds on his chest, he reached up a hand and grasped Cross' leg, "Tell Morgon to open the safe..." he choked out as the hand loosened and a key fell from it as it fell to the ground...
~~~~~~ "Clyde... I will..." Cross said, picking up the key. Guns cocked, swords rang out of sheathes, "Do you really want to fight the immortal Cross?" he said, looking at them and putting a gun to his head. He pulled the trigger and blew his brains out. Cross' blood and brains and skull fragments flew back together and he got back up, "You can't make me stay dead, none of you are even equipped to do so... and no one knows my weakness."
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Give me suffering, pain, anguish, sorrow, and death! For I shall make it my driving force, and from beyond the grave I shall paint the sky red...
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02-21-2008
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<OOC> I see a fight between Morgon and Jamie. </OOC>
Morgon slayed a few more Dreamist before her paranoia of a cloak nearby got the best of her and she jumped up in the air to get a better view of her surroundings, the madness that was out there. She jumped very high, maybe too high for it to be a normal jump, and landed on the ground rather lightly. As she landed a chill came unto her spine, as if she could sense something not right. The feeling was disquieting, and she swong her blade towards what she felt was the disturbance. <OOC> Hint , hint. Oh, and Dargo, the safe? Does that like have nukes or something? Or should I figure that out?</OOC>
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02-21-2008
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(OOC: A confession of how Clyde really felt about morgon... and various tools needed for documents and other things... and the funds for the Black Fellowship...)
Cross turned away from the Black Fellowship members that were there, "Go! Save your home, I can protect mine myself." he said, then he knelt beside his second in command who lay dead and put a hand over the open eyes and closed them, "I swear... I will avenge you all... and you will have a proper funeral..." he said solemly...
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02-23-2008
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Name: Rebecca(Becca) Smith
Age: 19 Appearance:  She usually wears dark colors. Jeans, t-shirts, boots. Personality: Quiet, guarded, a bit of an attitude. She is jumpy most of the time. She tries to give an impression of toughness but really she is very sweet. She is compassionate. History: She is a regular human. An only child, orphaned at the age of 15. She has been living on her own since then. She has often felt like she was less because she wan't "broken". Even though she knows most of them are treated like freaks, she is still jealous. She lives a solitary life in a one room apartment without any idea of what the Dreadmist plan to do to her kind.
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02-24-2008
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Jamie followed as Morgan leapt to the rooftop. She wasn't dumb. She knew he was there.
He stood for a while, watching her as her eyes searched the air around her, looking for any sign of her invisible enemy. "I'm here, little girl", Jamie snarled mockingly. He revealed himself, swinging his machete in arc above his head, slashing it down towards Morgan.
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02-24-2008
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Morgon with a quick flick of her arms sent her blade crashing down on the cloak's machete. He's taunt gave him away in her mind and he was now standing in front of her, perfectly visible, mockingly laughing at her.
"Little girl huh?" she asked him, "We shall see who the little girl is." She then got her blade spinning as she swung it for a second strike, moving with the speed as she did before.
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02-25-2008
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(She could be completely oblivious to what's going on)
Cross walked through the crowd of Black Fellowship members when they didn't leave for their base. Slowly, one by one, they left and followed him towards the Black Fellowship base. Cross stopped, "I won't go any farther, you all must head to your base on your own. Protect it and your friends and family... unlike how I protected mine..." he said, handing the key to someone who looked to be trustworthy, "You know what to do with this..." then, stepping into the shadows and vanishing, he ran towards the Dreadmist lands with revenge pounding in his heart...
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